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And I’m feeling………….

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I’m fearless
Now hear this
I’m earless
And I’m peerless
That 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’mma find it I can feel it’s nearness
But I’mma 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 minstrel, 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
 
 
 
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
Pimp C the wings on the underground king
Who’s also Klingon
To infinity and beyond
Something really stinks, but I Sphinx like Leon
Or lying in the desert
I’m flying on Pegasus you’re flying on the pheasant
Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers, spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappelle’s skit
Yeah, smell it on my unicorn, snort the white horse, but toot my own horn (sleep)

 
 
 
And I’m brainless
Which means I’m headless
Like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is
Which makes me stainless
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 snorkle 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 flowing and filling it up again..(Westside)
 
 
 
~ Lupe Fiasco
tandis que parler d’oralement
nous a laissés discutent mes dents pendant un moment
que j’adore attribuer beaucoup
la plupart des compliments que je reçois à mon grand sourire lumineux
vous remercie de ne pas creuser hors des cavités
vous remercie d’être si droit, blanc et propre
BLING!

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Don’t fail me les dents!!!!!!
{I keep dreaming that one of my front teeth falls out – the horror…the horror}