Lupe Fiasco - Pyramid Lyrics
[Intro]FlyLo, Lupe, I go[Verse]Metabolize on the scattered snareWith the banana pies that he don't likeLike mosquito bites on the shins or anklesIn the end it bendsLet's begin and pretend it's tranquilUpset stomach on the boat to Lucerne to see the lionCarved in the wall by the pondTo commemorate the soldier dying over old divinesErgo sum empire, not the inch but the entireMore pills mean more spills by the whore house with the extra doorTo let the divorced out with forceAnd other course routes, of courseCleopatra speaking patois with a mouth full of that jerk chickenWith rum in hand for the curse liftingOnion bread with the shine to itIt's up and fair to define stupidBut she ain't dumb, at least she know that he ain't funAnd neither's Europe, even to the Middle Eastern touristsWhere oil is spent by the drum loadHow many millionaires can the slums hold?Potentially all of us, this whole plane and all the busAs juggernauts bust through a wall of trustYou strain to see through the fog of dustLike spaghetti for the meatballsOf dust Parmesan immaculatesHead over heels like a back is flippedJapanese [?]Love labors, get her backstage like the judge chambersEveryone under the sun loves hugs from a young strangerOr do us, oh foo usOn boats in the Bay of PigsRunaways wait with the wayward kidsAnd the underpaid slaves from Jamaican gigsDon't shoe us, cause we ain't BushWe ain't hoofs don't boo us cause we ain't cookedBut who else could hook the fufu upIn this book I mean, dumplings with dark continentsDumb things even bar common senseSometimes, sometimes, sometimes a terpin intertwines with the turbansVines with turbans and removes the minds of serpentsDetergents, deterrents and permits, to build a hutTwerk team, Operation Build-a-ButtGreat like GildersleeveAs a king breathes through a silver sieveJack and Jill ain't up that hill enoughFiltering lean through a gold grillTheorize things from swole hillsThey came became what that po' killsThrow ho drills on that hotel, that'll oil spillLooking at space from a submarinePutting that bass in the club machinePushing that cake till it mush in that face ain't no love betweenFancy ass man wearing glove and ringsFlying round town in a tub of wingsFound out how to make love to fiendsHe mixing that fuzz with the drug of dreamsShe too teenage to have a drug of choiceBut she ***** with that Royce like she love DetroitShe rollin'(Pharaoh, pharaoh)
