paroles de chanson Mural Jr. - Lupe Fiasco
Holy
assumption
of
man
into
the
heaven's
sphere
Many
mansions
fit
champions
within
its
seven
tiers
Evangelists
re-imagine
every
11
years
Pause
for
applause,
evolves
to
what
was
never
here
Born
to
death,
born
to
die
Form
the
flesh,
form
the
eyes
A
veritable
storm
of
winged
forms
swarms
the
skies
Marital
norms
unperformed
but
the
porn
survives
In
the
dorms
of
the
scorn,
they
keep
warm
supplies
Gone
to
lose
the
use
of
tooth,
horn
and
thigh
Farthest
standing,
I
was
landing
Two
one
hand,
one
man
bands
jamming
in
tandem
He
who
power
naps,
then
plans
gathering
ransoms
And
maps
man's
laps
in
a
hand
lathered
in
absinthe
Gotta
talent
traffic
and
ramblings
And
handing
out
amazing
handmade
maps
of
the
labyrinth
Out
the
back
of
the
wagon
Out
the
back
of
the
madam
Out
the
back
of
the
Magnum
Then
out
the
trap
of
enchantment
Bellerophon
with
a
megaphone,
megaman
Desert
zone
run
marathons
with
sweaters
on
(sweaters
on)
That
was
so
simple
but
hot
in
a
place
where
it's
so
simple
but
not
Closed
temples
and
ole
little
forgots
and
rode
whole
chissles
Cripples
with
raw
missles
a
lot
The
old
hoes
that
they
won't
give
you
a
shot
But
you
can
get
the
whole
pistol,
it's
gon'
hit
you
a
lot
These
are
real
words
from
a
savage
mind
Unmaximized
man
on
an
average
climb
Who
don't
deserve
the
whole
truth
and
only
half
your
time
Fit
the
life
of
a
whole
booth
in
only
half
a
line
In
the
future
life,
I
don't
even
have
to
rhyme
We'll
get
the
entire
Armageddon
with
only
half
the
signs
Just
yields
and
rail
roads
In
lush
fields
with
bell
tolls
Couple
huddles
of
the
unskilled
but
well
told
It's
unreal
how
off
one
deal
to
sell
souls
And
he
got
em'
by
the
dozen
Medulla
oblongata
is
what
got
them
by
the
oven
Like
how
the
moonshine
is
what
got
him
by
the
cousin
He
gotta
buy
the
bottom
and
he
'bout
to
stick
his
tongue
in
Such
an
unsettling
scene
An
obscene
setting
for
the
unwedding
of
rings
The
sharpest
dresser
at
the
unheading
of
queens
The
architecture
is
something
you've
never
seen
Dream
clean
That's
three
words
at
the
same
time
They
killed
three
bird
with
the
same
And
one
each
in
every
hand
with
the
same
bluffing
Answers
each
and
every
man
with
the
same
question
What
is
it?
But
you
still
wanna
know
but
I
already
done
did
it
I
ball
heavy,
the
physics,
it's
all
But
it's
already
specific
If
we
doing
what's
already
done,
that
means
it's
already
terrific
That's
rather
meta-poetic,
and
just
to
acknowledge
that
As
an
extra
exhibit
to
what's
already
within
it
The
gallery's
like
the
wall
space
So
I
made
a
gallery
of
galleries
made
of
all
space
If
it
was
more
small,
it
would
be
Moore's
Law
From
the
land
of
the
po'
where
we
war
saw
From
the
hand
of
a
pro
to
whore
jaw
Make
a
stand
to
the
store
till
the
snow
thaw
Went
from
paper
boy
to
editor
From
throwing
Ars
Poetica
with
the
arms
of
Federer
On
the
porches
and
steps
to
the
farm
houses
of
settlers
One
of
several
sects
who
can
come
and
charm
the
predators
We
who
measure
the
measuring
tools
of
measurers
We
who
pleasure
the
pleasure
tubes
of
pleasurers
We
who
lecture
at
treasured
schools
of
lecturers
We
who
question
the
cherished
rules
of
leveragers
Born
to
death,
born
to
die
Mourn
correct
immortalized
In
a
war,
where
your
performance
score
is
your
salary
It's
like
fantasies
combatting
your
mortality
I'm
just
trying
to
restore
sanities
Sigmund
Freud
boy,
Leroy
to
your
vanity
To
instill
what
kills
krill
destroys
manitee
So
heels
spill
but
still
seal
deals
that
build
factories
What
looks
Roman
senator
inner
reveals
macabees
Never
just
trust
off
guts,
but
what's
actually
Unless
it's
quatos
Now,
we
back
to
pillars
of
salt
I
recall
back
peeling
potatoes
In
hindsight,
maybe
a
tank
of
killer
tomatoes
A
seasoned
shoulder's
carrying
plenty
pintos
in
payloads
Now,
that's
another
strata
but
I
was
making
sense
Then
cop
out,
took
the
highway
and
I
was
making
chips
A
nappy-head
Karate
Kid,
I
was
breaking
bricks
Can
fight
like
Tekken
5,
even
taking
6
This
rehabilitation,
I
be
taking
trips
"Don't
Ruin
Us"
God
said,
I
won't
make
a
dent
Hardly,
but
I'm
still
Harvey
I
hope
this
making
sense
Devil
tooting
his
own
horn,
don't
come
and
take
a
sniff
In
the
streets
you
gotta
fight,
you
get
punished
for
taking
whiffs
To
make
that
change
for
your
team,
you
gotta
have
New
Jersey
driving
A
stomach
for
taking
whips
I'm
just
trying
to
redeem
With
these
hands
full
of
bars,
don't
beat
me
for
coming
clean
To
unify
the
hooks
If
you
know
it,
then
come
and
sing
Don't
bust
in
while
I'm
sleep
Nightmares
becoming
dreams
Samurais
rarely
die
from
another
sword
This
is
1985
meets
the
hover
board
That
was
Bobby
Johnson
potato,
just
the
underscore
Think
deep,
but
don't
let
it
fry
your
motherboards
Diptique,
so
now
the
painting's
plural
But
this
is
Jr's
Mural
1 Drogas
2 Mural Jr.
3 Happy Timbuck2 Day
4 Quotations from Chairman Fred
5 King Nas
6 Cripple
7 Stack That Cheese
8 Imagine
9 Baba Kwesi - Interlude
10 Kingdom
11 Jonylah Forever
12 Don't Mess up the Children - Interlude
13 Xo
14 Sun God Sam & The California Drug Deals
15 Stronger
16 Helter Skelter - Interlude
17 Alan Forever
18 Haile Selassie
19 Down
20 WAV Files
21 Slave Ship - Interlude
22 Gold vs. The Right Things to Do
23 Manilla
24 In the Event of Typhoon
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