Lupe Fiasco

Lupe Fiasco - Real Recognize Real lyrics

Well the first thing I want to say is:

They say real recognize real

The dollar bill will exercise our ills...E

Frauds is thoroughly camouflaged and fatigued in the field

Be careful who you believe, the pills

Is dealed like flaccid, proceeds go towards the buying of Caprice Classics

With the wheels to match it, so they can mack it

Like an automatic weapon steppin' off into traffic

Like, check him, tears roll down the eyes

Of the rides inside of a funeral procession

Here lies, with X's in his eyes, the unguided misdirected

Squad cars roll past and laugh

Out There

Out There

There

There

There

They say the streets is a demon in a dress

Wit dollar signs in her eyes and semen on her breath (UH!)

Scantly clad, no panties, deep throating in an alley

Aging badly in sunglasses she pretty

Slain boyfriend names is tattooed on her titties

Sprinkling greed ignorance and envy inside of a Philly

Hennessey tears, ass'll bring ya enemy's here

Flirt wit her flaws till you run up in her raw

Out There

Out There

There

There

There

They say the game has the belly of a beast

Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth

Wire taps for ears, Nike Airs for feet

Blasphemy for prayers, a system for a heart

Rap music for beats, heroin for a son and its married to the streets

Crack pipes for lungs, and he never sleeps

Just spies, wit dice in his eyes

Loves life cuz he likes when it dies

Wit a baking soda soul, he cough up pleasure

Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together

He knows, he's clever, jealous his house

All the liquor that's poured out, goes right in his mouth

Rides around on a stray bullet;

Wit prostitutes, pimps, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it

A TV in his head, stripper slides down his legs

And he's known to ride around wit feds, and he's OUT THERE

Out There

Out There

There

There

There

But, righteousness is a father teaching his kids

That what's better than wealth is the respect in itself (Out There)

A pistol packing old lady standing up to the dope dealers

On the block, making sure her presence is felt (Out There)

A teacher teaching that '€œthinking'€ is cool and

Before u mention "not lettin' school turn em into fools" (Out There)

Keeping god first, Lupe is here

F-N-F Up, Homie I'll see u out there (Out There)...

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