Stronger

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]

And they say

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Opium to the ceiling

All for the love of plugs, squealing "ugh", healing

No more Timberland turf, you're too soft for this

Award-winning awkwardness you walking off into the office with

In the rims with friends' ends like state trials and Paypals

In nondescript homes in Arizona

In sub-divided neighborhoods, with floors made of solid wood

In roofs of clay tiles sits a couple million dollars

Sin I tried but the old me blew it

Exactly how you knew I'd do it

All my brothers, I would love to paint 'em Jewish

Reinfiltrate the movement and assassinate the music

Exaggerate the ass and face then masturbate to it

The constituency brilliant, but the candidates are stupid

I'm too rude to ask for nudes

But way too ruthless not to pursue it

[Chorus: Nikki Jean]

Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I

(Maybe you can feel me when I)

Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)

Whatever don't kill me (if it don't kill me, don't kill me)

Gets me through the day

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

Chorus to the horses made her body porous

Absorbing up the pork made 'em enormous

Fear of rape made 'em informant

Fully 'shroomed in the motel room waging the torment

Never trust a dope fiend with your hopes and dreams

Let 'em play in museums with the dead bodies and broken things

What happens when the sugar barons meet the coca kings

And they beam it into space

She seem to be in place at the parent teacher conference

With hallucinations screaming in her face

The cleaning lady crazy, she say she got a demon in the safe

But it's eating through the back and soon be leaving through the gates

The hollerer shouts, "Who's bright enough to pay a toddler

To watch a ghoulish Oxycontin gobbler on Hanukkah?"

Maybe a Phoenix-based multi-million dollar launderer

Who fucked the cartels so bad, she attends court on the monitor

[Chorus: Nikki Jean]

Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I

(Maybe you can feel me when I)

Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)

Whatever don't kill me (if it don't kill me, don't kill me)

Gets me through the day

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

Bad trippin' through the tenderloin

Slimmer than a slot to enter coins to let a nigga join

A figure skater like Michelle Kwan

Aluminum illuminated to a hail bomb, ice

Then hold onto it like the L. Ron device

Then pass the audition

To the poor hands sided in maelstrom's position

Street sales in comparison pale to the Scottsdale bail bonds commission

It's like trappin' out the pawn shop

Gettin' close to the magic like the wrappin' on the wand box

Third layer from the wave

And grant absurd last prayers and first favors from the grave

To crack the pipes like icy nights and turn mayors into slaves

Politics bring fevers to punish dealers

Adjudicate the Jostens and stop the ring leaders

The Geese Howards and King Ghidorahs

Cook E in the family tree of esteemed Keeblers

[Chorus: Nikki Jean]

Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I

(Maybe you can feel me when I)

Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)

Whatever don't kill me (if it don't kill me, don't kill me)

Gets me through the day