ANKH:HER Lupe Fiasco

[Verse 1]
Uh, balance
A drunken ground for my niggas
But what if up was down for the liquor?
Then pour in somethin' stiffer
Filter mud from the champagne on blood
Might just milk a tub out my hand vein
Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes
What a dream! What I mean? Idealize
You see the storm brewin' way up in the heaven
A statue wouldn't mourn 'em, so I wake up to erect, damn
And the bed made of women
Who came first with a head made of chickens?
Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-makin' mission
With X-rated visions
And the glass
I wish that I could live inside jazz
As hecklers shackle magpie
Note-blowin' standard
Scat over improvised ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime

[Chorus]
My nigga, what's up?
My nigga, what's up?
My nigga, what's up?
Feather me or let it be
(My nigga, what's up?)
Tether me or sever me
(My nigga, what's up?)
Definitely won’t set me free
(My nigga, what's up?)
No, she look like a set of keys