"Dumb It Down" lyrics - LUPE FIASCO

Carrera
(Dumb it down)
Coolest nigga what
(Dumb it down)
FNF up
(Dumb it down)
(Dumb it down)

[Verse 1-Lupe Fiasco:]
I'm fearless now hear this I'm earless
And I'm peerless 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 could 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 windshields smear
Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this
Clearly 'cause my blindness, the windshield is minstrel
The whole grill is road kill
So trill and so sincere, yeah, I'm both them there
Took both pills when a bloke in a trench coat
And the Loc's in a chair had approached in here
Made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes from the ghost who supplier of the notes that they living
Riveting is Rosie, Pockets full of Posies given
To the mother of the deceased
Awake and at war till I'm resting in peace

[Chorus 1-Gemini:]
You going over niggas heads, Lu (dumb it down)
They telling me that they don'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)

[Verse 2-Lupe Fiasco:]
And I'm mouthless which means I'm soundless
Now as far as the hearing I 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 leer/and Aaliyah)
She fine and she flying, I'm feel I'm flying by 'em 'cause my minds on cloud nine
And in her mind at the same time
(Pimp see/Pimp C) the wings on the Underground King
Who's also (Klingon/cling on) to infinity and beyond
Something really stinks but I sphinx like Leon
Or lion in the desert
I'm flying on Pegasus, you flying on a pheasant
Writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flower
Spit hot fire like Dion on Chappelle skit
Yeah, smell it on my unicorn
We snort the white horse and toot my own horns (sleep)

[Chorus 2-white man:]
You been getting too much light, Lu (dumb it down)
You make 'em wanna do right, Lu (dumb it down)
They're getting self-esteem, Lu (dumb it down)
These girls is tryna be queens, Lu (dumb it down)
They're tryna graduate from school, Lu (dumb it down)
They're starting to think that smart is cool, Lu (dumb it down)
They're tryna get up out the hood, Lu (dumb it down)
I'll tell you what you should do (dumb it down)

[Verse 3-Lupe Fiasco:]
And I'm brainless which means I'm headless like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is which makes me saneless
With no neck left to hang a 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
About to best fair FF jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even Scuba Steve will find it hard to breathe around these leagues
My snorkle is a tuba, Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside Poseido, Westside beside him
Chest high and rising, almost touching the knees
Of stewardess and the pilot lucky they make ya fly with
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 flowing and filling it up again
(Westside)

[Chorus 3-Gemini:]
You be putting me to sleep, nigga (dumb it down)
That's why you ain't poppin' in the streets, nigga (dumb it down)
You ain't winning no awards, nigga (dumb it down)
Robots and skate boards, nigga? (dumb it down)
GQ man of the year, G (dumb it down)
Shit ain't rocking over here, B (dumb it down)
Why don't you talk about your cars, nigga (dumb it down)
And what the fuck is Goyard, nigga? (dumb it down)
Make it rain for the chicks (dumb it down)
Pour 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)

(Gemini speaking
Look B, here's my math. My 2-way, uh, this right here. Take this. That right there. Fuck with my boy. Faradon nigga, nigga you hot to me. I like you.

(Lupe Fiasco mix)
Bishop G. They told me I should come down, cousin, but I flatly refuse. I ain't dumb down nothing.