Opus of a ghetto boy, the realest
Snatch my strings from Geppetto's ploys, plots, and schemes
Steadily intervene, to feel them ring
And a nikka ill, like Mr. Clean
From Philly to Philistine
If you feel it, feel esteemed
I’m a delicate, intricate, full of green
Decorated soldier, militant since a teen
Roll like the heads of kings from guillotines
Where boys from the hood and girls from
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The company I keep keep me comfortably in team
In tune with the times that we currently [?]
Both sides of the story, I’m reporting from between
Yes, and this pursuit is the proof
And representative of my Midwest roots
Coming home to roost with a great big bowl of the soul’s chicken noodle soup
You can call me Lupe, I keep you in the loop (ayy)
Keep you in the news, to keep you out the noose
he had the best verse on Fabs album