Lyrics Mural Jr..lrc Lupe Fiasco
[id: pshldfbg]
[ar: Lupe Fiasco]
[al: DROGAS WAVE]
[ti: Mural Jr.]
[length: 05:13]
[00:21.88]Holy assumption of man into the heaven’s sphere
[00:24.43]Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
[00:27.61]Evangelists re-imagine every 11 years
[00:29.95]Pause for applause, evolves to what was never here
[00:32.58]Born to death, born to die
[00:35.67]Form the flesh, form the eyes
[00:38.24]A veritable storm of winged forms swarms the skies
[00:40.60]Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives
[00:43.44]In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies
[00:46.18]Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh
[00:49.32]Farthest standing, I was landing
[00:51.81]Two one hand, one man bands jamming in tandem
[00:54.42]He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms
[00:57.10]And maps man’s laps in a hand lathered in absinthe
[01:00.21]Gotta talent traffic and ramblings
[01:02.85]And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
[01:05.54]Out the back of the wagon
[01:07.06]Out the back of the madam
[01:08.34]Out the back of the Magnum
[01:09.70]Then out the trap of enchantment
[01:11.34]Bellerophon with a megaphone, megaman
[01:13.76]Desert zone run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
[01:17.18]That was so simple but hot in a place where it’s so simple but not
[01:21.89]Closed temples and ole little forgots and rode whole chissles
[01:25.31]Cripples with raw missles a lot
[01:27.74]The old hoes that they won’t give you a shot
[01:30.25]But you can get the whole pistol, it’s gon’ hit you a lot
[01:33.34]These are real words from a savage mind
[01:36.22]Unmaximized man on an average climb
[01:38.88]Who don’t deserve the whole truth and only half your time
[01:41.44]Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a line
[01:44.07]In the future life, I don’t even have to rhyme
[01:46.59]We’ll get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs
[01:49.90]Just yields and rail roads
[01:52.88]In lush fields with bell tolls
[01:55.19]Couple huddles of the unskilled but well told
[01:57.61]It’s unreal how off one deal to sell souls
[02:00.90]And he got em’ by the dozen
[02:03.22]Medulla oblongata is what got them by the oven
[02:05.79]Like how the moonshine is what got him by the cousin
[02:08.54]He gotta buy the bottom and he ’bout to stick his tongue in
[02:11.76]Such an unsettling scene
[02:14.01]An obscene setting for the unwedding of rings
[02:16.93]The sharpest dresser at the unheading of queens
[02:19.33]The architecture is something you’ve never seen
[02:22.15]Dream clean
[02:23.48]That’s three words at the same time
[02:25.66]They killed three bird with the same
[02:28.17]And one each in every hand with the same bluffing
[02:30.76]Answers each and every man with the same question
[02:33.48]What is it?
[02:34.95]But you still wanna know but I already done did it
[02:36.79]I ball heavy, the physics, it’s all
[02:38.97]But it’s already specific
[02:40.80]If we doing what’s already done, that means it’s already terrific
[02:44.13]That’s rather meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that
[02:46.55]As an extra exhibit to what’s already within it
[02:49.86]The gallery’s like the wall space
[02:52.13]So I made a gallery of galleries made of all space
[02:55.65]If it was more small, it would be Moore’s Law
[02:58.27]From the land of the po’ where we war saw
[03:00.99]From the hand of a pro to whore jaw
[03:03.71]Make a stand to the store till the snow thaw
[03:06.83]Went from paper boy to editor
[03:09.03]From throwing Ars Poetica with the arms of Federer
[03:11.37]On the porches and steps to the farm houses of settlers
[03:14.33]One of several sects who can come and charm the predators
[03:17.62]We who measure the measuring tools of measurers
[03:20.37]We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of pleasurers
[03:22.88]We who lecture at treasured schools of lecturers
[03:25.53]We who question the cherished rules of leveragers
[03:28.99]Born to death, born to die
[03:31.00]Mourn correct immortalized
[03:33.43]In a war, where your performance score is your salary
[03:36.12]It’s like fantasies combatting your mortality
[03:39.40]I’m just trying to restore sanities
[03:41.74]Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your vanity
[03:44.57]To instill what kills krill destroys manitee
[03:47.29]So heels spill but still seal deals that build factories
[03:50.16]What looks Roman senator inner reveals macabees
[03:52.77]Never just trust off guts, but what’s actually
[03:55.46]Unless it’s quatos
[03:57.20]Now, we back to pillars of salt
[03:59.39]I recall back peeling potatoes
[04:00.92]In hindsight, maybe a tank of killer tomatoes
[04:03.75]A seasoned shoulder’s carrying plenty pintos in payloads
[04:06.70]Now, that’s another strata but I was making sense
[04:09.22]Then cop out, took the highway and I was making chips
[04:12.01]A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks
[04:14.74]Can fight like Tekken 5, even taking 6
[04:17.60]This rehabilitation, I be taking trips
[04:20.00]”Don’t Ruin Us” God said, I won’t make a dent
[04:22.39]Hardly, but I’m still Harvey
[04:24.44]I hope this making sense
[04:25.75]Devil tooting his own horn, don’t come and take a sniff
[04:27.87]In the streets you gotta fight, you get punished for taking whiffs
[04:31.15]To make that change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey driving
[04:34.12]A stomach for taking whips
[04:35.40]I’m just trying to redeem
[04:36.88]With these hands full of bars, don’t beat me for coming clean
[04:39.43]To unify the hooks
[04:40.90]If you know it, then come and sing
[04:42.20]Don’t bust in while I’m sleep
[04:43.53]Nightmares becoming dreams
[04:45.32]Samurais rarely die from another sword
[04:47.73]This is 1985 meets the hover board
[04:50.62]That was Bobby Johnson potato, just the underscore
[04:53.31]Think deep, but don’t let it fry your motherboards
[04:56.35]Diptique, so now the painting’s plural
[04:58.93]But this is Jr’s Mural
[05:01.18]Year of Release: 2018