"Mean & Vicious" lyrics - LUPE FIASCO

Uh
He's meannnnnn
And vicious
I can't believe hes that rude
To those stories those rhymes that jewel
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food
And put 'em on the track like glue
Then put 'em on your head like hat
Hey back to you Lu black power
I'm just running with a barrel full of black powder
With a hole in it, holdin' it. Wheezin deep, breathin
Running from the fire on the trail I keep leavin'
I can't shake it I swear its heat seekin'
I keep seekin' somewhere to hide from it, duck and dive from it
But it keep keepin' up just when I think that I've done it
It keep sneakin up
Oh leakin barrel of black powder how that flame keep reachin' us
Just one of the long-winded extended metaphors of Lu's
This time I use an example of a fuse
To demonstrate how I can't lose
I would put it down but I can't due to the glue
That I use the fuse everything together
Well I spilt some on my hands
And God Damn I might have to carry this forever
Well I'm crazy to the game till they bury me insane

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang
Doing his thangg doin' his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like
Doing his thangg doin' his thang

Truthfully I have trouble with second verses
'Cause the first one be so intimidating
It'd be bullyin' and pickin' on it instigatin
Pointin out all the second ones limitations
Like you ain't nothing but an imitation
Like bits of bacon then it gets the chorus
And the beat to together then they gang up on him and get to hatin'
But then around the 8th bar he tires
Of their conspirin', comiseratin there he finds his inspiration
To spar he takes a few seconds of judo lessons
Gets back on beat then punches the guitar
They stand in awe like when did you write that
That ain't even right black
First verse already happened
So he don' have a chance to fight back
I like that
Abagnale Junior check me
You gon respect me
Aight track listen to 'em feelin' himself
Swagger up and a few ad libs to back it up
Lets back it up
I think you've had enough
Give me my mic back
You ain't even write that
Oh it's like that?
Track stop pumpin till this nigga stop frontin
Yeah yeah now right back

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang
Doing his thangg doin' his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like
Doing his thangg doin' his thang

Oh my god
My perils in my odds
I ain't really here what you hear is a mirage
This ain't the delivery baby this is just Lamaze
The ice cream and pickles, a tickle and a massage
The King Arthur. Rhythm of the Night. El DeBarge
The camoflague water in the distance
Loggin a camel to get there wit the quickness
Mean and vicious
Grinch who stole christmas and hid it in the garage
There was a collage a barrage that brought all things that seemed keen to help this thing start
Jump jump, my battery charged
I'm bout my green like string beans and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen with ours
Got that f&f homie I'm a young lil thriller
I will resurrect homie come back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel it's on!

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang
Doing his thangg doin' his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like
Doing his thangg doin' his thang

Its meaaannnnnn
And vicious