Artist: Lupe Fiasco Album: Fahrenheit 1/15 Part II: Revenge Of The Nerds Song: Mean and Vicious Typed by: jaysscholar@gmail.com He's meannnnnn and vicious I can't believe he's that rude To those stories those rhymes that jewel Then he put them on the floor like cat food And put them on the track like glue Then put them 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, holding it, wheezing deep, breathing Running from the fire on the trail I keep leaving I can't shake it I swear it's heat seeking I keep seeking somewhere to hide from it, duck and dive from it But it keep keeping up just when I think that I've done it It keep sneaking up Ohh leaking barrel of black powder how that flame keep reaching 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 spill some on my hands And goddamn I might have to carry this forever Well I'm crazy to the game till they bury me insane [Chorus] 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 thang, doing 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 doing his thang, doing his thang Truthfully I have trouble with second versus Cuz the first one be so intimidating It be bullying and picking on it, instigating Pointing out all the second one's limitations Like you ain't nothing but an imitation Like bits of bacon, then he gets the chorus And the beat to get together then they all gang up on him and get to hating But then around the 8th bar he tires Of their conspiring and comiseratin g Then he find 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 They ain't even right, black First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to fight back I like that Abagnale Junior, check me You going to respect me Alright track, listen to him feeling 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 pumping till this nigga stop fronting [beat stops] Yeah, yeah, now write back [beat continues] [Chorus] Oh my god, my perils and 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, the tickle and a massage The King Arthur/author, "Rhythm of the Night/Knight," El Debarge The camouflage water in the distance Logging a camel to get there with 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 charge I'm bout my green like string beans and beings from mars Its a mean thing to be seen with ours Got that FNF homie I'm a young little thriller I will resurrect homie come back for my killer In some disheveled apparel with that same leaking barrel It's on [Chorus]