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LUPE FIASCO lyrics : "Streets On Fire"

[Chorus:]
Matthew Santos
Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets
Are
On

Fire
To-
Night


Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets

Are
On
Fire

To-
Night


[Verse 1: Lupe]
Disease, the virus is spreading in all directions
No safe zone, no cure, and no protection

No sense of surviving, or signs of an infection
No vaccines, remedies, and no corrections
Quarantines the dreams and seal off our connections

Don't let em in not a friend not a reflection
Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and
Don't accept em if you wanna stay as an exception

Appeal
Can Heal
The I'll of this

Sickness some are still in doubt of it's existence
Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance
Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance

The poor say the rich have the cure
The rich say the poor are the source
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war

Invented by the press
Just to have something to propor
Some say the first case came from a maternity ward

Some say a morgue, some say the skies some say the floors
Hoes say the nuns, nuns say the hoes
And everybody is sure


The scientists say it only infects the mind
The little boy said it only infects the girls

The Preacher said it's gonna kill off the soul
A bum said it's gonna kill a whole wide world


[Chorus:]
Matthew
Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets
Are
On

Fire
To-
Night


Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets

Are
On
Fire

To-
Night


[Verse 2:]
Lupe
Believe some say the neon signs

Might allow speakers repeatin'
That everything is fine
A subtle silence

To demolish the troubled conscious
Of a compass with no knowledge
And every freedom denied

Every dream is designed and broadcasted
From the masters to the masses
From the antennas on top of the trines
As far as the receiving planet during a panic is shorted
It reports back everything in your mind

Everything is lying
Everything is dying
Everything is a rule
Everything is a crime
Everything was healed

And everything rewinds
And new weather burn a feathers off everything's line

Matthew
And she likes it

And she loves it

Lupe
The sadness
The madness

The bad %#@!
The lavish
The fastness
To clashes
The ashes to ashes
Everything intertwine

My femme fatale my darling fondling angel
Once caught her changing the batteries in her halo
Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for
And the address to the factory where they made those

The scientist says shes all inside mind
The little boy said "What happened to all the girls? "

The preacher man says she gonna kill off the soul
The dope boy said it's the whole wide world

[Chorus:]
Matthew
Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets

Are
On
Fire
To-
Night

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets
Are
On
Fire
To-
Night

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