SOS Lyrics – Lupe Fiasco

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[Intro]
Yea yea yea, all out in the place to be, yea, feel me
Uh huh, yea I'm talking bout, ain't nothing to it
Separate the weak from the obso-lete
Who say mobsters don't prosper, Wasa

[Verse 1]
Ah, I foresee a place and time, monumental like they making dimes like Wilhelmina
I foresee like it's mace in mines on the MIC, like I be making mines
All it take is spine, like a snake design just to take your time and wait in line like my latest rhyme
It produces like a muse but reduces like it's made of wine
In the face of shine made it out the latest bind in the shape of crime
I can't take it like it's made of swine, but can't break it like an agent mind without the torture
Water-board it to it turn into reporter, Übermensch intent I treat these sneakers like a tour bus
And we walk the streets like they assure of us, the wishing well failed, just watch the poor come pick the quarters up
And why be satisfied with quarters they be counting, they be wishing more fools will come put quarters in the fountain
I foresee, like I live next door to 4B, gon' be hardcore like the next war my sword see
Try to lock me out like I'm Jason Voorhees, I just use my sword as the door key, ha ha

[Chorus]
We've been doing this for a while
Holding down the bass like I'm Guile
We gon' flip it upside down
Cause we be putting substance over style
We've been doing this for a while
Holding down the bass like I'm Guile
We gon' flip it upside down
Cause we be putting substance over style, for real

[Verse 2]
Molecular, pressures carve large habits in a savage I mismanage like a credit card, America's
Expressions all in my reflections like a vampire not, my fans keep the campfire hot
I, tell stories like Marriott floors, though a poker vis-à-vis how I carry mines forth
These Flocka flames piff hot as a wok at Chang's, drop the proper relics dispel it like Doctor Strange
The rumor, that runs like a puma throughout the Ummah that we still believe in humors
Gotta have hunger when you under to go from junior to humongous in the Dunya
And get your hibiscus and petunia way before you have your fune-
Uh, abbreviated it for the dopery, my poetry don't deserve flowers, deserves potpourri
Word to Doeburger off the poe and tree to stop the sting like a broken bee, runaways versus overseas

[Chorus]
We've been doing this for a while
Holding down the bass like I'm Guile
We gon' flip it upside down
Cause we be putting substance over style
We've been doing this for a while
Holding down the bass like I'm Guile
We gon' flip it upside down
Cause we be putting substance over style, for real

[Verse 3]
Without the substance I feel incomplete, like taekwondo without the feet, type it wrong without delete
Michael Corleone without deceit or the streets, EKG's without the beeps, peeps
Recorded this out in Cali-fo, but feel like Dallas to a palindrome, a salad on my palette, bro
Still eat a cannibal sandwich, though, mix the poison with the antidote and terrorize the whole talent show
Metal detector, capture the underground sound made a palace out my catacomb
Treat a hood like it's downtown, when I'm down round at Favela void
I touch five states like Illinois, hella poised

[Outro]
We've been doing this for a while
Holding down the bass like I'm Guile
We gon' flip it upside down
Cause we be putting substance over style
We've been doing this for a while
Holding down the bass like I'm Guile
We gon' flip it upside down
Cause we be putting substance over style, for real