Fiasco's lyrics.

duper_dukowski · 08-09-2010, 11:06 AM

I've always enjoyed listening to Fiasco's beats while I never listened to his lyrics. I listened to his lyrics today and I can't make sense of them. Maybe someone can help me to make sense of the bolded part at least. Thanks.

My mind state rewinds wakes
And fast forwards bullets making a b-line for my face
Then they stop like Neo, laugh at me, throw some cash at me, then fly past me
But one ricochets off the wall to come back and ask me
Am I scared of him, or the nigga that blast me
Maybe just the hammer that goes to be a hole in an innocent bystander
My eye's a camera, my ear's a microphone
And my mind is Pro Tools, my head is a stool
What's recorded in my dome gets reported when I zone
My mouth is a speaker, I'm anchoring the misery
There's no friends, the enemy of the enemy is my enemy
Beakers and test tubes full of memories
In my laboratory, I create stories
Doze off, and wake up, surrounded by forties
With glocks tucked in their labels
And the caps is baseball hats, playing poker at a table
Cigarettes massage they shoulders and belly tops, showing they navels
The dime sack side bets me,
A tec is running for president
Jesus pieces walk around with, niggas hanging from they necks
Monopoly's playing chess
I just picked up an obituary, of a bullet proof vest
Put the headphones on my mouth, speak into my ears
Microphone check, check, check, check, check, check
A pair of Air Forces told me rims been extinct for years
Been ethnic cleansed by jerseys trying to take over the set
And television's on death row for killing BET and MTV over a dice game
And paralyzing CNN by knifing him in the neck
I hear Clear Channel's been fighting him in the rec
He's in for giving grape Kool-Aid laced with strychnine to mixtapes and armed robbing cassettes
Dope told me weed was a crack fiend, crack told me that dope was a base head
Hi-hats told the police he was just a soldier, he did what the bass said
The snare and the kick didn't make it out alive
The sample made it out with some money, but he died in the ride
The 808 got caught with some work
He ain't never coming home, so the MPC and the MP3's is fighting over his turf
Chandon just gave birth, but she thinking about leaving it on the doorstep of a church
Cristal can't have kids, she plotting a kidnapping that she orchestrated with a purse
But Gucci told Fendi, Fendi turned around and told Henny
And Henny is Moet's baby's father
But she tried it anyway, disguised as a nurse
In the newspapers, it says, hip hop called rock 'n roll racist
Six raped the five, and the Maybach taped it
A hundred dollar bill just signed a record deal
But he blew all his money on a bracelet
And giving the gold dollar a facelift
A button-up just drove by in a 6-4 Impala
And all the Rolexes is hating, you see the smirks on they faces
The Hav-A-Tampas is defending the Dutches, they keep catching cases
But the judge is a Swisher, he just gives him I-bonds and community service with the papers
So the Newports get mad at the Zig-Zags, then out come the razors
See the Kools is killers on the creep
Rush up on a Philly, leave his guts spilling on the street
Some gold grills burned down the building of some teeth
Some sharpened toothbrushes is holding a trampoline, caught some children from the leap
I just seen Rocawear rock Sean John to sleep,
With the same heat that Baby Phat carried
Sprint was pimping Nextel, she just gave head to a BlackBerry
I heard she goes two ways
But he was skeeting in her face as it was beeping on my waist
This is the mind of Lupe
Just make sure my mic's on when I twilight zone, zone, zone, zone, zone, zone, zone

08-09-2010, 11:06 AM	#1 (permalink)
duper_dukowski Groupie Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Southeast, USA Posts: 1	Fiasco's lyrics. I've always enjoyed listening to Fiasco's beats while I never listened to his lyrics. I listened to his lyrics today and I can't make sense of them. Maybe someone can help me to make sense of the bolded part at least. Thanks. My mind state rewinds wakes And fast forwards bullets making a b-line for my face Then they stop like Neo, laugh at me, throw some cash at me, then fly past me But one ricochets off the wall to come back and ask me Am I scared of him, or the nigga that blast me Maybe just the hammer that goes to be a hole in an innocent bystander My eye's a camera, my ear's a microphone And my mind is Pro Tools, my head is a stool What's recorded in my dome gets reported when I zone My mouth is a speaker, I'm anchoring the misery There's no friends, the enemy of the enemy is my enemy Beakers and test tubes full of memories In my laboratory, I create stories Doze off, and wake up, surrounded by forties With glocks tucked in their labels And the caps is baseball hats, playing poker at a table Cigarettes massage they shoulders and belly tops, showing they navels The dime sack side bets me, A tec is running for president Jesus pieces walk around with, niggas hanging from they necks Monopoly's playing chess I just picked up an obituary, of a bullet proof vest Put the headphones on my mouth, speak into my ears Microphone check, check, check, check, check, check A pair of Air Forces told me rims been extinct for years Been ethnic cleansed by jerseys trying to take over the set And television's on death row for killing BET and MTV over a dice game And paralyzing CNN by knifing him in the neck I hear Clear Channel's been fighting him in the rec He's in for giving grape Kool-Aid laced with strychnine to mixtapes and armed robbing cassettes Dope told me weed was a crack fiend, crack told me that dope was a base head Hi-hats told the police he was just a soldier, he did what the bass said The snare and the kick didn't make it out alive The sample made it out with some money, but he died in the ride The 808 got caught with some work He ain't never coming home, so the MPC and the MP3's is fighting over his turf Chandon just gave birth, but she thinking about leaving it on the doorstep of a church Cristal can't have kids, she plotting a kidnapping that she orchestrated with a purse But Gucci told Fendi, Fendi turned around and told Henny And Henny is Moet's baby's father But she tried it anyway, disguised as a nurse In the newspapers, it says, hip hop called rock 'n roll racist Six raped the five, and the Maybach taped it A hundred dollar bill just signed a record deal But he blew all his money on a bracelet And giving the gold dollar a facelift A button-up just drove by in a 6-4 Impala And all the Rolexes is hating, you see the smirks on they faces The Hav-A-Tampas is defending the Dutches, they keep catching cases But the judge is a Swisher, he just gives him I-bonds and community service with the papers So the Newports get mad at the Zig-Zags, then out come the razors See the Kools is killers on the creep Rush up on a Philly, leave his guts spilling on the street Some gold grills burned down the building of some teeth Some sharpened toothbrushes is holding a trampoline, caught some children from the leap I just seen Rocawear rock Sean John to sleep, With the same heat that Baby Phat carried Sprint was pimping Nextel, she just gave head to a BlackBerry I heard she goes two ways But he was skeeting in her face as it was beeping on my waist This is the mind of Lupe Just make sure my mic's on when I twilight zone, zone, zone, zone, zone, zone, zone __________________ Ahoy mateys! Arghh..