(lyrics are written by Lupe Fiasco)

UH
He's Mean and Vicious
i can't believe he's that rude
to those stories those rhymes that Jew
then he put em on the floor like cat food
then put em on a track like glue
then put em on ya head like hat hey back to you Lu
black power
I'm just runnin' with a barrel full of black powder
with a hole in it holdin' it weezin' deep breathing
runnin' from the fire on the trail i keep leavin'
i cant shake it i swear it's heat seekin'
i keep seekin somewhere to hide from it
duck and dive from it
but it keep keepin' up
just when i think that I've done it
it keep sneakin' up
OH! leakin' barrel of black powder how that flame keep reachin' us
just one of the long winded extended metaphors of Lu's
its time i use the example of a fuse to demonstrate how i can't lose
i would put it down but i can't, due to the glue that i used; to fuse
everything together;
well i spilled some on my hands and Gah(God) damn i might have to carry this forever
well I'm crazy to the game till the bury my insane


Chorus:
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang
doing his thangg doin his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like
doing his thangg doin his thang

Truthfully I have trouble with second versus
Cuz the first one be so intimidating
It'd be bullying pickin on it instigatin
pointin out all the second ones limitations
like you aint nothing but an imitation
like Bits-a-Bacon then it gets the chorus
and the beat to together then they gang up on him and get to hatin
but then around the 8th bar he tired
of they conspirin, comiseratin then he finds his inspiration
to spar he takes a few seconds of judo lessons
gets back on beat the punches the guitar
they stand in awe like when did you write that
they even right black
first verse already happened
so he (D)on't have a change to fight back
i like that
abignal junior check me
you gon respect me
ight track listen to em feelin himself
swagger up and a few ad libs to back it up
lets back it up
i think youve had enough
give me my mic back
you aint even write that
oh its like that?
track stop pumpin till this nigga stop frontin
yeah yeah now right back

Chorus:
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang
doing his thangg doin his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like
doing his thangg doin his thang

Oh my god
my perails in my odds
I aint really here what you hear is a mirage
This aint the delivery baby this is just lamas
The ice cream and pickles the tickle and a massage
The king author rhythm of the knight eldibage
the camafouge water in the distance
luggin a camel to get there wit the quickness
mean and vicious
grinch who stole christmas and hid it in the garage
there was a collage a barrage that brought all things
that seemd keen to help this thing start
jump jump, my battery charge
im bout my green like string beans and beans from ma's
its a mean thing to be seen with ours
got that f&f on me im a young lil thriller
i will resurrect homie come back for my killa
in some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel it's on

Chorus:
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang
doing his thangg doin his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like
doing his thangg doin his thang

its meaaannnnnn
and vicious
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Thanks to (Joshua) for correcting these lyrics. Jul 4, 2008