Streets On Fire
by Anastacia
[Intro - Lupe Fiasco]
Tonight...tonight, tonight.
Ahhhh-Now-Ahhhh
Tonight...tonight, tonight.
Ahhhh-Now-Ahhhh
[Intro cont'd - G Ball]
The stars are aligned
And the pack is colliding
And the plan is arriving
And she's out there smiling
And the fear is upon us
The skies tried to warn us
Your parents are goners
No children to mourn and
It's driving me crazy
This war is my lady
These bombs are our babies
And God is amazing
The tick of the timer
The slip of your rival
The pimps and the rise of
Your balls, where you'll find her
Hey hey
The stars are aligned
And the pack is colliding
And the plan is arriving
And she's out there smiling
And the fear is upon us
The skies tried to warn us
Your parents are goners
No children to mourn and
It's driving me crazy
This war is my lady
These bombs are our babies
And God is amazing
The tick of the timer
The slip of your rival
The pimps and the rise of
Your balls, where you'll find her
Hey hey
[Chorus - Matthew Santos]
Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers
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Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets-Are-On-Fi-re-To-Niiiiight
Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers
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[Verse - Lupe Fiasco]
Disease, the virus is spreading in all directions
No safe zone, no cure and no protection
No symptoms to find or signs of an infection
No vaccines, remedies and no corrections
Quarantines the dreams and sever 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
Disease, the virus is spreading in all directions
No safe zone, no cure and no protection
No symptoms to find or signs of an infection
No vaccines, remedies and no corrections
Quarantines the dreams and sever 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
No pill
Can heal
The ill of this
Can heal
The ill 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 report
Some say the first case came from a maternity ward
Some say a morgue
Some say the skies
Some say the floor
Whores say the nuns
Nuns say the whores
And everybody is sure
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 report
Some say the first case came from a maternity ward
Some say a morgue
Some say the skies
Some say the floor
Whores say the nuns
Nuns say the whores
And everybody is sure
[Hook - Lupe Fiasco]
The scientists said it only infects the mind
The little boy said it only infects the girls
The preacher man said it's gonna kill off the soul
A bum said it's gonna kill the whole wide world
The scientists said it only infects the mind
The little boy said it only infects the girls
The preacher man said it's gonna kill off the soul
A bum said it's gonna kill the whole wide world
[Chorus - Matthew Santos]
Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers
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Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets-Are-On-Fi-re-To-Niiiiight
Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers
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Streets-Are-On-Fi-re-To-Niiiiight
[Verse - Lupe Fiasco]
Believe, some say the neon signs
Might allow speakers repeatin'
And 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 shrines
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 rewind
The new weather burn the feathers off everythin' flyin
Believe, some say the neon signs
Might allow speakers repeatin'
And 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 shrines
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 rewind
The new weather burn the feathers off everythin' flyin
[Hook - Matthew Santons]
And she likes it
And she loves it
And she likes it
And she loves it
[Verse cont'd - Lupe Fiasco]
The saddness
The madness
The bad shit
The lavish
The fastness
To clashes
To ashes
To ashes everything intertwine
My fend fatale my darling fongaling angel
Once caught her changing her 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 saddness
The madness
The bad shit
The lavish
The fastness
To clashes
To ashes
To ashes everything intertwine
My fend fatale my darling fongaling angel
Once caught her changing her batteries in her halo
Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for
And the address to the factory where they made those
[Hook - Lupe Fiasco]
The scientist says she all inside my mind
The little boy said What happened to all the girls?
The preacher man says she's gonna kill off the souls
The dope boy said it's the whole wide world
The scientist says she all inside my mind
The little boy said What happened to all the girls?
The preacher man says she's gonna kill off the souls
The dope boy said it's the whole wide world
[Chorus - Matthew Santos]
Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets-Are-On-Fi-re-To-Niiiiight
Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets-Are-On-Fi-re-To-Niiiiight
Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets-Are-On-Fi-re-To-Niiiiight
Streets-Are-On-Fi-re-To-Niiiiight