Guerrera...("Dumb it down!") Coolest nigga, what? ("Dumb it down!") F-N-F, up! ("Dumb it down!") ...("Dumb it down!")
I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless (less) and I'm peerless (less), which means I'm eyeless which means I'm tearless which means my iris resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded But I'ma find it, I can feel it's nearness But I'ma veer so I don't come near Like a chicken or a deer, but I remember I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this Clearly cause my blindness; the windshield is min-strel The whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere Yeah, I'm both them there Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat and the locs in the chair had approached him here And he clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror The writer of the quotes for the ghosts who supplier of the notes to the living Riveting is rosy, pockets full of posies Given to the mother of the deceased Awaken at war, 'til I'm restin' in peace (peace...peace...peace...)
You goin over niggaz heads, Lu ("Dumb it down!") They tellin' me that they'on't feel you ("Dumb it down!") We ain't graduate from school, nigga ("Dumb it down!") Them big words ain't cool, nigga ("Dumb it down!") Yeah I heard "Mean and Vicious", nigga ("Dumb it down!") Make a song for the bitches, nigga! ("Dumb it down!") We don't care about the weather nigga ("Dumb it down!") You'll sell more records if you ("Dumb it down!")
And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless Now as far as the hearing, I've found it It was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a Lear She fine and she flyin, I feel I'm flying by 'em cause my mind's on cloud nine and I'm a mime at the same time Pimps see the wings on the underground king Who's also Klingon, to infinity and beyond Something really stinks, but I Sphinx like Leon or lying/lion in the desert I'm flying on Pegasus, you're flying on the pheasant Writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers Spit, "hot fyah" like Dylan on Chappelle's skit Yeah, smell it on my unicorn Snort the white horse, but toot my own horn - sleep
You've been shedding too much light, Lu ("Dumb it down!") You make'em wanna do right, Lu ("Dumb it down!") They're gettin self-esteem, Lu ("Dumb it down!") These girls are trying to be queens, Lu ("Dumb it down!") They're trying to graduate from school, Lu ("Dumb it down!") They're startin to think that smart is cool, Lu ("Dumb it down!") They're trying to get up out the hood, Lu ("Dumb it down!") I'll tell you what you should do ("Dumb it down!")
And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless - like Ichabod Crane is Or foreplay-less sex is, which makes me stainless (less) with no neck left to hang the chain with Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft and I ain't used my headrest yet They said they need proof like a vestless chest 'bout the best, fair F-F jet in the nest Who exudes confidence and, excess depth Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe Around these leagues...my snorkel is a tuba Lu the ruler around these seas Westside Poseidon, Westside beside 'em Chest high and rising, almost touching the knees of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make it flowered Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves David Blaine, make it rain... Make a boat, I make a plane Then, I pull the plug and I, make it drain Until I feel like flowin and fillin it up again... Westsiiiide
You puttin me to sleep, nigga ("Dumb it down!") That's why you ain't poppin in the streets, nigga! ("Dumb it down!") You ain't winnin no awards nigga! ("Dumb it down!") Robots and skateboards, nigga?! ("Dumb it down!") GQ Man of the Year, G? ("Dumb it down!") Shit ain't rockin over here, B ("Dumb it down!") Won't you talk about your cars nigga? ("Dumb it down!") What the fuck is "Goyard" nigga ("Dumb it down!") Make it rain for the chicks ("Dumb it down!") Po' CHAMPAGNE on a bitch!! ("Dumb it down!") What the fuck is WRONG WITH YOU?! ("Dumb it down!") ...How can I get on a song with you? ("Dumb it down!")
Look B, here's my man, my two-way... Uh...what should I...ah - here take this That right there, fuck if my boys'll talk about me, nigga Nigga, you hot to me! I like you! ("Dumb it down!")
Bishop G, they told me I should come down cousin but I flatly refuse I AIN'T DUMB DOWN NUTTIN...
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Compositor: Lupe FiascoPublicado em 2008 (11/Abr) e lançado em 2007 (13/Dez)ECAD verificado fonograma #1337575 em 27/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM