Artist/Band:
Lupe Fiasco
Lyrics for Song: Ital (Roses)
Lyrics for Album: Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap [2012]
[Intro]
Black panther, black panther, what do you see?
I see a dream ITAL watching over me
Back n*gga
Yeah, hey, can we get a little break
From the cocaine and the kilos
Aiight n*gga, we know
Aiight n*gga, we know
Can we get a break from the strippers on the pill
Aiight n*gga, we know
Okay n*gga, we know
[Verse 1]
Hey shawty, ain't no future in no gang-bang
And ain't no manhood in no bang-bang
Ain't no honor cleanin' interstates inside a chain-gang
Know some rap n*ggas put that sh*t inside your mainframe
Pills make you stupid and liquor do the same thing
Raris' too expensive and they way too hard to maintain
Get yourself a Camry, "n*gga said a Camry?"
Watch that ho depreciate and then you'll understand me
It's called being fiscally responsible
Don't let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you
The TV's not your father fool, that video's not your momma
Try your best to be a man and your worst to be a monster
[Hook]
May we have some roses for the ladies
A little appreciation for the gentlemen
And here's some kisses for the babies
Some peacenality for the whole wide-wide-wide world
More patience to the youth, sympathy for the poor
Empathy for the old, more justice for the down and pressed
Treat no liar ITAL, Ai-yaa!
[Verse 2]
I know you're sayin', "Lupe rappin' 'bout the same sh*t"
Well, that's 'cause ain't sh*t changed, b*tch
And please don't excuse my language
Cause I would hate for you to misrepresent
The true expression of my anguish
And by this far I ain't shocked, upset, or appalled
I'm ashamed, b*tch
I can't listen if you ain't sayin' sh*t
And recognize all this emptiness is dangerous
Ain't buildin' up they confidence, we teachin' 'em that they ain't sh*t
If they ain't got the latest that they saw on someone famous
Mercy of the Lord on this double-edged sword
Instead of askin' where the hoes is
Maybe maybe we could ask for roses
[Hook (x2)]
May we have some roses for the ladies
A little appreciation for the gentlemen
And here's some kisses for the babies
Some peace and humanity for the whole wide-wide-wide world
More patience to the youth, sympathy for the poor
Empathy for the old, more justice for the down and pressed
Treat no liar ITAL, Ai-yaa!
[Verse 3]
Called the president a terrorist
Corporate sponsors like, how the f*ck you gon' embarrass us?
Ain't my fault, I was just repeatin' this
Professor Emeritus from America
But my tone was like an Afghani kid without a home
Blew that b*tch up with a drone
An Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stones
The f*ck you think they call him, I'ma leave that all alone
Cause this, the focus on this new sh*t is that hopeless
Place that I was born into systematic brokeness
Took that downpression and developed it to dopeness
It's that great American rap-rap ferocious
[Hook]
May we have some roses for the ladies
A little appreciation for the gentlemen
And here's some kisses for the babies
Some peace and humanity for the whole wide-wide-wide world
More patience to the youth, sympathy for the poor
Empathy for the old, more justice for the down and pressed
Treat no liar ITAL, Ai-yaa!
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