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Lupe Fiasco, Big K.R.I.T. - Lost Generation

Lost Generation
Lupe Fiasco, Big K.R.I.T.
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— I wish we could stay to see what happens.
— We have to let them find their way, but we will create again.

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]
Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back,
Eight track slap off-the-rack, I have to relapse,
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a pro back 'til it snap,
She lives in my lap, eager to give up her snatch,
Still on the prowl for my match,
The milk and the honey, it's all about the love of the money.
Space age pimp was adept, that's after the fact,
Land and I make contact, destroy if they give their bomb back,
Prepare for combat, peace and love still beyond that,
Share the win with my comrades, that's actual fact,
Odd, but they actually lack at the peak of impact
Where the soul and mind is attached,
Stars will align on the map, my plan of attack
For the lost generation.

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
This ain't meant to be preached on,
This here meant to be teached on,
I know that you ain't got much time,
I promise this rhyme won't take long.
You need it in your life like you need a better job,
Like you need another hobby,
Instead of waitin in the lobby with the soft and the hard
Until the police holla, ‘Copy, freeze!'
I know how it get when you ain't got shit to flush,
And them balloons you bought gettin bust,
‘Cause everybody want mo' than what they really say so,
You don't know who to trust,
On the outside lookin' in of the Beamer, Bentley, Benz,
Dreamin' about the backseat,
But you don't know what the driver had to do just to pass by you,
That's if you ask me.
So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em,
I hope you never crash on 'em,
What good is flashin or livin the fastest
If you in a casket? I couldn't imagine
My mama hangin over me cryin',
‘Cause my soul is too young to let go of me,
I'm sayin what I gotta
‘Cause the club songs ain't savin my partner.

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]
Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back,
Eight track slap off-the-rack, I have to relapse,
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a pro back 'til it snap,
She lives in my lap, eager to give up her snatch,
Still on the prowl for my match,
The milk and the honey, it's all about the love of the money.
Space age pimp was adept, that's after the fact,
Land and I make contact, destroy if they give their bomb back,
Prepare for combat, peace and love still beyond that,
Share the win with my comrades, that's actual fact,
Odd, but they actually lack at the peak of impact
Where the soul and mind is attached,
Stars will align on the map, my plan of attack
For the lost generation.

[Bridge:]
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Nigga, we ain't lost!
This the bitch-I'm-a-boss generation!
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
For the lost generation.
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Nigga, we ain't lost!
This is xans-got-me-nodding-off generation!
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
For the lost generation.
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Nigga, we ain't lost!
This the putting-candy-in-my-cough generation!
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
For the lost generation.
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Nigga, we ain't lost!
You-can-find-me-jumping-off-the-porch generation!
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
For the lost generation.

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
For that, KRIT, let's kill these niggas,
You got skills to help build these killers,
Take the murder rate even higher,
And take a nigga bitch in the process.
Turn the whole thing into a contest,
My nigga, fuck this mic!
We should be fuckin' with MIC,
Military industrial complex!
And we can get rich, nigga, fuck showin' love,
They ain't listenin' to us,
They ain't playin' this bitch in the club.
So let's get paid, turn these mothafuckas into slaves!
School is for lames, man, these niggas join gangs!
Fuck Martin Luther King, nigga, fuck change!
Fuck peace, I want a chain,
With Jesus on the end of that bitch like ‘Blam!'
Fuck peace, I want a plane,
Fill that bitch with cocaine!
And make these bitches move their booties,
And help these niggas make their movies,
Talk these niggas into their graves,
And talk these hoes out their coochies.

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]
Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back,
Eight track slap off-the-rack, I have to relapse,
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a pro back 'til it snap,
She lives in my lap, eager to give up her snatch,
Still on the prowl for my match,
The milk and the honey, it's all about the love of the money.
Space age pimp was adept, that's after the fact,
Land and I make contact, destroy if they give their bomb back,
Prepare for combat, peace and love still beyond that,
Share the win with my comrades, that's actual fact,
Odd, but they actually lack at the peak of impact
Where the soul and mind is attached,
Stars will align on the map, my plan of attack
For the lost generation.

[Bridge:]
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Nigga, we ain't lost!
This the bitch-I'm-a-boss generation!
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
For the lost generation.
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Nigga, we ain't lost!
This is xans-got-me-nodding-off generation!
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
For the lost generation.
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Nigga, we ain't lost!
This the putting-candy-in-my-cough generation!
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
For the lost generation.
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Nigga, we ain't lost!
You-can-find-me-jumping-off-the-porch generation!
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
For the lost generation.

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