SOS

作曲 : Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco

Yea yea yea, all out in the place to be, yea, feel me

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

Separate the weak from the obso-lete

Who say mobsters don't prosper

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

I foresee like it's Mason Mont on the MIC, 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

Waterboarded to a turn into reporter, Uber mention ten I treat these sneakers like a tour bus

And we walk the streets like they ain't sure 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 a couple quarters in the fountain

I foresee, like I live nextdoor to 4B, gonna 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 gal

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 gal

We gon flip it upside down

Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real

Molecular pressures carve large habits in the savage I'm as managed like a credit card, Americard

Expressions all in my reflections like a vampire nah, my fans keep the campfire hot

I, tell stories like Maria Flor's, though a poker vis-à-vis how I carry mines forth

These flocka flames pith 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 Uma that we still believe in humor

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

Yea, and get your hibiscus and petunia way before you have your funa- uh

Abbreviate it for the dopery, my poetry don't deserve flowers, deserves potpourri

Word to Dough Burger of the poetry 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 gal

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 gal

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 the lead

Michael Corleone without the seat or the streets, EKGs without the beeps, peeps

Recorded this out in Califo, 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 of pallets out my catacomb

Treat a hood like it's downtown, when I'm down round at Flavela void

I touch five steaks like Illinois, hella poise

We've been doin' this for a while

Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal

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 gal

We gon flip it upside down

Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real