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Lupe Fiasco - Gold Vs The Right Things To Do Lyrics

Let me tell you 'bout the 'ting
Come sit 'round the fire
Me tell you where we come from
Me tell you the story
Some men wanna live like a banker
Fill up the ship then pull up the anchor
Pay the man, dem to come run and take ya
Raas clot chain in a brain wash nature
Joggin' in y'all clothes to the tailor
Drop leg to the rhythm of the maker
Mash up the bowl to the fussy hole sailor
No rain'll fall 'pon Babylon acre
Zinc fence but me mind is a mansion
They must suffer, I will still have a bashment
Hit me with a cross but I'm still here dancin'
Everything coco curry like a champion
In a jam, but the man, him a jammin'
Original you should come follow fashion
Me already don' seen what the future hold
Enough gold for the dark arts and the chasms
So big up your chest, like a skin teet in a bad man wagon
No fear me a duppy assassin
Make a wish me a dutchie Aladdin
What them eyes desire for the earth strong
Give thanks to the first gong
Demand word like a bird song
Iya self me a work pon
Me gon tell ya bout the nation
Gravelicious men in them wicked navigations
Round of the slaves and stuff them in arrangement
We the children of the first generation

Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Real mama (tat tat tat tat)
Some follow (atat tat tat tat)
Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Downpressed (atat tat tat tat)
Jah bless (tat tat tat tat)

All I got is gold, golden memories
When I think about what you mean to me
All I got is gold, golden memories
When I think about what you did to me
When I think about
When I think about
When I think about
When I think about
When I think about
Respect

Man dem come down from England
Anyone comes for your kingdom
Say 'em got enough Manilla for the yout' and the gal and the man would you bring some?
[?] beside me
Sayin' don't want [?]
Sayin' got enough liquor for the trip
Now don't worry about a thing everyone irie
Fuck [?]
[?] man wan mi fi trade pickney
Man must think me foolish
Let me put a cutless in this nuisance
Why when only in a dream
To the smell and the sound and the screams
And the panic of a captain and a crew that don't know what to do once a ship comes apart at the seams
Got 'em ship gets pulled to the bottom
By a group of men and women holdin' ropes
With large hooks on the ends specifically designed for catchin' boats
Crew in disbelief as they choke
The weight of the chains on the slaves
Pullin' down on what they think are they graves
Afraid as they sink from the surface of the sea
'til a soft voice in the water tells them: "breathe"

Fire burn
Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Real mama (tat tat tat tat)
Some follow (atat tat tat tat)
Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Damn Prius (atat tat tat tat)
Your bliss (tat tat tat tat)

All I got is gold, golden memories
When I think about what you mean to me
All I got is gold, golden memories
When I think about what you did to me