Lupe Fiasco Dumb It Down Lyrics

[Intro]
Carrera (Dumb it down!)
Coolest n____ what (Dumb it down!)
FNF Up (Dumb it down!)
(Dumb it down!)

[Verse 1]
I'm fearless now hear this I'm earless
And I'm peerless, that mean I'm eye-less
Which means I'm tearless, which means my iris
Resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded
But I can find it I can feel its nearness
But I'mma veer so I don't come near like a chicken or a deer
But I remember I'm not a listener or sear
So my windshield smear
Here you steer I really shouldn't be behind this
Clearly 'cause my blindness
The windshield is minstrel, the whole grille is road kill
So trill and so sincere yeah I'm both them there
'Til both pills when the bloke in the trenchcoat
And the locs and the chair had approached them here
And it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats and the mere
The writer of the quotes for the ghost
Who supplier of the notes that are livin'
Rivetin' as rosy, pockets full of posies
Given to the mother of the deceased
The waken at war 'til I'm restin' in peace

[Chorus 1]
You goin' over n____s heads Lu! (Dumb it down!)
They tellin' me that they don't feel you! (Dumb it down!)
We ain't graduate from school n____! (Dumb it down!)
Them big words ain't cool n____! (Dumb it down!)
Yeah I heard "Mean & Vicious" n____! (Dumb it down!)
Make a song for the b____es n____! (Dumb it down!)
We don't care about the weather n____! (Dumb it down!)
You'll sell mo' records if you (Dumb it down!)

[Verse 2]
And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless
Now as far as the hearin' now I've found it
It was as far as the distance from a earring to the ground is
But the door knockers on the ear of a stewardess in a Leer
She fine and she flyin' I feel I'm flyin' buyin' 'cause my mind's
On cloud nine, and in her mind, at the same time
Pimp's see the wings on the underground king
Who's also cling-on, to infinity and be-yond
Somethin' really stinks but I spinks like Leon
Or lion in the desert
I'm flyin' on Pegasus you flyin' on a pheasant
Writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flower
Spit hot fire like Dylan on Chappelle skit
Yeah, smell it on my unicorn
Don't snort the white horse but toot my own horn

[Chorus 2]
You've been shedding too much light Lu! (Dumb it down!)
You're makin' 'em wanna do right Lu! (Dumb it down!)
They're gettin' self esteem Lu! (Dumb it down!)
These girls are tryna be queens Lu! (Dumb it down!)
They're tryna graduate from school Lu! (Dumb it down!)
They're startin' to think that smart is cool Lu! (Dumb it down!)
They're tryna get up out the hood Lu! (Dumb it down!)
I'll tell you what you should do (Dumb it down!)

[Verse 3]
And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless
Like Ichabod Crane is, or foreplay less s__ is
Which makes me saneless, wit' no neck left to hang a chain wit'
Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft
And I ain't use my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest
'Bout the best fare F-F jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence in excess depth
Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues
My snorkel is a tuba, luda, ruler around these seeds
Westside Poseidon, westside beside 'em
Chest high and risin', almost touchin' the knees
Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make it flowered
Personal floatin' devices, tricks fallin' out of my sleeves
David Blaine, make it rain
You make a boat, I make a plane
Then, I pull the plug and I, make it drain
Until I feel like flowin' and fillin' it up again

[Chorus 3]
You puttin' me to sleep n____! (Dumb it down!)
That's why you ain't poppin' in the streets n____! (Dumb it down!)
You ain't winnin' no awards n____! (Dumb it down!)
Robots and skateboards n____?! (Dumb it down!)
GQ Man of the Year, G?! (Dumb it down!)
s___ ain't rockin' over here, B! (Dumb it down!)
Why don't you talk about ya cars n____? (Dumb it down!)
And what the f___ is "Go yard" n____?! (Dumb it down!)
Make it rain for the chicks! (Dumb it down!)
Po' champagne on a b____! (Dumb it down!)
What the f___ is wrong wit'cha?! (Dumb it down!)
How can I get on a song wit'cha? (Dumb it down!)

[Outro - man talking]
Look, B, here's my math, my two-way... Umm... here take this,
that right there, f___ what my boys talkin' 'bout n____...
n____ you hot to ME! I like it!

[Lupe]
G, they told me I should calm down cousin
But I flatly refused I ain't dumb down nothin'!