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Now, the story that might never have surfaced if someone hadn't picked up his home video camera. We've all seen the pictures of Los Angeles police officers beating a man that had just pulled over. The city's police chief said today that he would support criminal charges against some of the men

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Yo, yo
Childhood hostile, ostrich, top down
Rodney, cop, kick, chopstick, wok, cow
Beef fried rice like, seaside sight night
Speak rhyme, peak, prime, three times white knights
They gon' beat him in the streets
Light wrist, nightstick, demon's in the deets
Swingin' at the King with every piece of their police
Seethin' at the seam, bleedin' on the scene
Leave him like Lehman brothers, need an intervene
Rodney dropped an [?] quickly, trading slave-laid cotton
Alabama manners, then moved up to New York
To move the hot commodities even better than before
Civil war saw change, envies of crackers
To reinvent the death in the railroad with wackness
Capitalising off blackness like nocturnal hunters
Creeping in the jungles, numbers

[Refrain: Lupe Fiasco]
Beat him in the head
Kick him in the neck, beat him on the leg
Beat him on the head
Kick him in the neck, beat him on the leg
Is he alright?
These two Hebrew Israelites
We came from the end
We ain't start the revolution just to make friends
Came from the end
We ain't start the revolution just to make friends
[Sample]
Now, the story that might never have surfaced if someone hadn't picked up his home video camera. We've all seen the pictures of Los Angeles police officers beating a man that had just pulled over. The city's police chief said today that he would support criminal charges against some of the men

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ayy, ayy
What he say?
He say, he say, he say
Last club, left the bathtub like a flash flood, baptismal
Cats sizzle packs in the van, that's thizzle as Mac Dizzle
Deal is half-pickled, jammed as bad pistols, the poorly dressed
The correlated, the laureats
No relation 'less he coronated the coronets as well
Oswald Cobblepot, out-cold household
Pepper pot lover, heartless man in a letter
That's penned to Gwyneth Paltrow, ends justify the outro
Black hue, Hugh Hefner to the heifers
A boy cow, give out your L'Oreal story tales
Brush blush on the rough cuts of the Maury fails
You are not the cannon fodder, relax
Catch me outside, how 'bout that?

[Refrain: Lupe Fiasco]
Beat him on the head
Kick him in the neck, beat him on the leg
Kick him in the head
Beat him in the neck, kick him on the leg
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
He said, make it art
Resurrect souls like Jason [?]
Life is never sacred but it's snipers out in Vegas
Vincent wiping out the stages
Background check for a chopper
Watch as I pull out the pages, hope I don't hit watchlist
CCW, subterfuge cops, oh no I got this
Isabella's looking out the optics

[Refrain: Lupe Fiasco]
Like "shoot him in the head
Shoot him in the neck, shoot him in the leg"

[Sample]
Now, the story that might never have surfaced if someone hadn't picked up his home video camera. We've all seen the pictures of Los Angeles police officers beating a man that had just pulled over. The city's police chief said today that he would support criminal charges against some of the men

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Said, said zombie, I need brains
Right on time like high-speed trains
Pull up real slow like tai chi cranes
That's an excellent Karate Kid reference
But I'ma leave it there like negligence
Focus on the dead that I said in my very first testament
Re-animate it, roll-out minds, Frankenstein times Optimus Prime
Zorro bombing on cars how I write these names
Rail spike, snail life, I need change
[Refrain: Lupe Fiasco]
What they say, what they say
Beat him in the head
Beat him in the head
Kick him in the neck, beat him on the leg
Beat him til he dead
Kick him in the neck, beat him on the leg
Is he alright?
These two Hebrew Israelites said
Coming from the end
We ain't start the revolution just to make friends
Nah, nah
Nah, nah

[Verse 5: Lupe Fiasco]
Sunset, Los Angeles
Undressed like the sky put on a skirt to hurt the slum sets
Then hit Hollywood Boulevard like spars
Light taps that fight back, high heels covered in stars
Lounge gowns standing downtown up in W. Dubois'
Rolls Royce, Choice, the Hoist, and other comfortable cars
Shooting club doormans, speaking love of the warfare
What we're doing is ordering Ubers to Soho
JoJo, everything is bizarre
Malibu Member's Only sitting lonely in the Rolex, [?] Denny's mirage
In-N-Out bagels, katsu your crab rolls
East LA food truck, bossa nova maestros
Half-glued eyes on the night time wide search
Chanel purse gone down on the I-5 side
Mulholland hilltop, house party chill spot
Valley versus hills when there's a South Central wheel shop
Saudis versus Persians, Hasidic temples [?]
Santa Monica helicopters and Compton KJazz

[Refrain: Lupe Fiasco]
Kick him in the head
Beat him on the back, beat him on the leg
Is he alright?
These two Hebrew Israelites were like
Take him to the end
We ain't start the revolution just to make friends
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah

[Interlude: Lupe Fiasco]
He said, rarify Earth
Clarify the terrified turf, climate change, climate change
Climate change, crying shames, client claims science names
For phenomenon, the common looks like ComicCon
The narrative is your momma's mom, grand
Planned it out in Stanford, all while doing a Rubik's cube one-handed
Even with a [?] in the ear, you wouldn't understand it
Do it all, leave the tuba tomes and tuna homes and future bombs

[Refrain: Lupe Fiasco]
What he said?
Kick him in the head
Beat him on the back, beat him on the leg
Is he alright?
I asked these two Hebrew Israelites
They said, maybe if he wins, but we ain't, we ain't, we ain't
We ain't start the revolution just to make friends

[Interlude: Lupe Fiasco]
He said, rarify Earth
Clarify the terrified turf, climate change, climate change
Climate change, crying shames, client claims science names
For phenomenon, the common looks like ComicCon
The narrative is your momma's mom, grand
Planned it out in Stanford, all while doing a Rubik's cube one-handed
Even with a [?] in the ear, you wouldn't understand it
Do it all, leave the tuba tomes and tuna homes and future bombs
What he said?

[Refrain: Lupe Fiasco]
Kick him in the head
Beat him on the back, beat him on the leg
Is he alright?
I asked these two Hebrew Israelites
They said, maybe if he wins, but we ain't, we ain't, we ain't
We ain't start the revolution just to make friends
Just to make friends? No
We ain't start the revolution just to make friends

[Verse 6: Lupe Fiasco]
Turkish, surface of the [?]
On top like well known [?] spray
On sight like L-O-O-K
Lupe is the future, also look like Future if I put the dreads in a pony
And wear the hat on, you wouldn't even know me
Little question: What type of boat do vampires like? Blood vessels
Couple pots and kettles, orchestral world record
"Rickety rickety, rah rah" to the rescue
Like the Ceaușescu death crew
Dreams of more or less playing chess with his nephew
No time for [?] making checks with his next move
Might break a deck like WWF rules

[Refrain: Lupe Fiasco]
Beat him in the head
Beat him on the neck, beat him on the legs
Is he alright?
These two Hebrew Israelites were like
Maybe if he wins
We won't start freedom fighting just to make friends
We won't start freedom fighting just to make friends