Letra de SOS - Lupe Fiasco

Yeah, yeah, yeah

All out in the place to be, yeah, feel me

Uh huh, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout, ain't nothin' to it

Separate the weak from the obso-lete

Who say mobsters don't prosper, Wasa

Ah, I foresee a place and time, monumental like they making dimes like Wilhelmina

I foresee like it's mace in mines on the M-I-C, like I be makin' mines

All it take is spine, like a snake design just to take your time and wait in line like my latest rhyme

It produces like a muse but reduces like it's made of wine

In the face of shine made it out the latest bind in the shape of crime

I can't take it like it's made of swine, but can't break it like an agent mind without the torture

Water-board it to it turn into reporter; Übermensch intent, I treat these sneakers like a tour bus

And we walk the streets like they assure of us, the wishing well failed, just watch the poor come pick the quarters up

And why be satisfied with quarters they be countin', they be wishing more fools will come put quarters in the fountain

I foresee, like I live next door to 4B, gon' be hardcore like the next war my sword see

Try to lock me out like I'm Jason Voorhees, I just use my sword as the door key, ha-ha

We've been doin' this for a while

Holdin' down the bass like I'm Guile

We gon' flip it upside down

'Cause we be puttin' substance over style

We've been doin' this for a while

Holdin' down the bass like I'm Guile

We gon' flip it upside down

'Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real

Molecular, pressures carve large habits

In a savage I mismanage like a credit card, America's

Expressions all in my reflections like a vampire not

My fans keep the campfire hot

I, tell stories like Marriott floors, though a poker vis-à-vis how I carry mines forth

These Flocka flames piff hot as a wok at Chang's

Drop the proper relics, dispel it like Doctor Strange

The rumor, that runs like a puma throughout the Ummah that we still believe in humors

Gotta have hunger when you under to go from junior to humongous in the Dunya

And get your hibiscus and petunia way before you have your fune—

Uh, abbreviated it for the dopery

My poetry don't deserve flowers, deserves potpourri

Word to Doeburger off the poe and tree to stop the sting like a broken bee, runaways versus overseas

We've been doin' this for a while

Holdin' down the bass like I'm Guile

We gon' flip it upside down

'Cause we be puttin' substance over style

We've been doin' this for a while

Holdin' down the bass like I'm Guile

We gon' flip it upside down

'Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real

Without the substance I feel incomplete

Like taekwondo without the feet, type it wrong without delete

Michael Corleone without deceit or the streets

EKG's without the beeps, peeps

Recorded this out in Cali-fo

But feel like Dallas to a palindrome, a salad on my palette, bro

Still eat a cannibal sandwich, though

Mix the poison with the antidote and terrorize the whole talent show

Metal detector, capture the underground sound

Made a palace out my catacomb; treat a hood like it's downtown

When I'm down round at Favela void, I touch five states like Illinois, hella poised

We've been doin' this for a while

Holdin' down the bass like I'm Guile

We gon' flip it upside down

'Cause we be puttin' substance over style

We've been doin' this for a while

Holdin' down the bass like I'm Guile

We gon' flip it upside down

'Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real

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