Dumb It Down

Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
  • Carrera (dumb it down)
    Coolest nigga, what? (dumb it down)
    F-n-f, up! (dumb it down)
    (Dumb it down)

    I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless
    And I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless
    Which means I'm tearless, which means my iris
    Resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded
    But I'mma find it, I can feel its nearness
    But I'mma veer so I don't come near
    Like a chicken or a deer, but I remember
    I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear
    Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this
    Clearly cause my blindness; the windshield is menstrual/minstrel
    The whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere
    Yeah, I'm both them there
    Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat
    And the locs in the chair had approached him here
    Made it clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
    The writer of the quotes for the ghosts
    Who supplier of the notes to the living
    Riveting as rosie, pockets full of posies
    Given to the mother of the deceased
    Awake and at war 'til I'm resting in peace

    You going over niggas heads, lu (dumb it down)
    They telling me that they don't feel you (dumb it down)
    We ain't graduate from school, nigga (dumb it down)
    Them big words ain't cool, nigga (dumb it down)
    Yeah I heard "mean and vicious", nigga (dumb it down)
    Make a song for the bitches, nigga! (dumb it down)
    We don't care about the weather nigga (dumb it down)
    You'll sell more records if you (dumb it down)

    And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless
    Now as far as the hearing, I've found it
    It was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is
    But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a lear
    She's fine and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
    Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
    Pimps see the wings on the underground king
    Who's also klingon, to infinity and beyond
    Something really stinks, but I sphinx like leon
    Or lying/lion in the desert
    I'm flying on pegasus, you're flying on the pheasant
    Writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers
    Spit, "hot fiya" like dylan on chappelle's skit
    Yeah, smell it on my unicorn
    Don't snort the white horse, but toot my own horn
    Sleep

    You've been shedding too much light, lu (dumb it down)
    You make'em wanna do right, lu (dumb it down)
    They're gettin self-esteem, lu (dumb it down)
    These girls are trying to be queens, lu (dumb it down)
    They're trying to graduate from school, lu (dumb it down)
    They're startin to think that smart is cool, lu (dumb it down)
    They're trying to get up out the hood, lu (dumb it down)
    I'll tell you what you should do (dumb it down)

    And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless
    Like ichabod crane is
    Or foreplay-less sex is, which makes me saneless
    With no neck left to hang the chain with
    Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft
    And I ain't used my headrest yet
    They said they need proof like a vestless chest
    About the best-fed f-f jet in the nest
    Who exudes confidence and, excess depth
    Even scuba steve would find it hard to breathe
    Around these leagues; my snorkel is a tuba
    Lu the ruler around these seas
    Westside poseidon, westside beside 'em
    Chest-high and rising, almost touching the knees
    Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make ya fly wit
    Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
    David blaine, make it rain
    You make a boat, I make a plane
    Then, I pull the plug and I, make it drain
    Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again
    Westside

    You putting me to sleep, nigga (dumb it down)
    That's why you ain't popping in the streets, nigga (dumb it down)
    You ain't winning no awards nigga! (dumb it down)
    Robots and skateboards, nigga? (dumb it down)
    Gq man of the year, g? (dumb it down)
    Shit ain't rocking over here, b (dumb it down)
    Won't you talk about your cars nigga? (dumb it down)
    What the fuck is goyard nigga (dumb it down)
    Make it rain for the chicks (dumb it down)
    Po' champagne on a bitch! (dumb it down)
    What the fuck is wrong with you? (dumb it down)
    How can I get on a song with you? (dumb it down)

    Look b, here's my main, my two-way
    Uh, what should I, ah, here take this
    That right there, fuck what my boys'll talk about me, nigga
    Nigga, you hot to me! I like you! (dumb it down)

    Bishop g, they told me I should come down, cousin
    But I flatly refuse, I ain't dumb down nothing Writer/s: GEMSTONES, RUDOLPH LOYOLA LOPEZ, WASALU JACO
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 2

  • Woodz from Huntly West, New ZealandYou gotta love his stuff, Lupe is the man. I'll trade my 44 in for a mortarboard any day haha
  • Erica from Nairobi, KenyaI really like it,a great track.Lupe Fiasco always brings something of substance to the table,going against the norm of hip hop music
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