Lupe Fiasco - Mural Jr. Lyrics
Holy assumption of man into the heaven's sphere
Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
Evangelists re-imagine every 11 years
Pause for applause, evolves to what was never here
Born to death, born to die, form the flesh, form the eyes
Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh
Farthest standing, I was landing
Two one-hand, one-man bands jamming in tandem
He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps man's laps in a hand lathered in absinthe
Gotta talent traffic and ramblings
And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the back of the wagon, out the back of the madam
Bellerophon with a megaphone, Mega Man
Desert zone, run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot in a place where it's so simple but not
Closed temples and old little forgots and rode whole chisels
Cripples who won't miss a salat
The old hoes that they won't give you a shot
But you can get the whole pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot
These are real words from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an average climb
Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a line
In the future life, I don't even have to rhyme
We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs
Just yields and rail roads, in lush fields with bell tolls
Couple huddles of the unskilled but well told
It's unreal how off one deal to sell souls
And he got em' by the dozen
Medulla oblongata is what got them by the oven
Like how the moonshine is what got him by the cousin
He gotta buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
Such an unsettling scene
An obscene setting for the unwedding of rings
The architecture is something you've never seen
Dream clean, that's three words at the same time
They killed three bird with the same
And one each in every hand with the same bluff and
Answers each and every man with the same question
What is it? But you still wanna know but I already done did it
I ball heavy, the physics, it's all, but it's already specific
If we doing what's already done, that means it's already terrific
That's rather meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that
As an extra exhibit to what's already within it
The gallery's like the wall space
So I made a gallery of galleries, made of all space
If it was more small, it would be Moore's Law
From the land of the po' where we war, saw
From the hand of a pro to whore jaw
Make her stand to the store till the snow thaw
Went from paper boy to editor
From throwing Ars Poetica with the arms of Federer
On the porches and steps to the farm houses of settlers
One of several sects who can come and charm the predators
We who measure the measuring tools of measurers
We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of pleasurers
We who lecture at treasured schools of lecturers
We who question the treasured rules of leveragers
Born to death, born to die, mourn correct, immortalized
In a war, where your performance score is your salary
It's like fantasies combating your mortality
I'm just trying to restore sanities
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your vanity
To instill what kills krill destroys manitee
So heels spill but still seal deals that build factories
What looks Roman senator inner reveals macabees
Never just trust off guts, but what's actually, unless it's quatos
Now, we back to pillars of salt, I recall back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe a tank of killer tomatoes
A seasoned shoulder's carrying plenty pintos in payloads
Now, that's another strata but I was making sense
Then cop out, took the highway and I was making chips
A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks
Can fight like Tekken 5, even taking 6
This rehabilitation, I be taking trips
"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I won't make a dent
Hardly, but I'm still Harvey, I hope this making sense
Devil tooting his own horn, don't come and take a sniff
In the streets you gotta fight, you get punished for taking whiffs
To make that change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey driving
A stomach for taking whips, I'm just trying to redeem
With these hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming clean
To unify the hooks, if you know it, then come and sing
Don't bust in while I'm sleep, nightmares becoming dreams
Samurais rarely die from another sword
This is 1985 meets the hover board
That was Bobby Johnson potato, just the underscore
Think deep, but don't let it fry your motherboards
Dip teeth, so now them paintings plural, but this is Jr's Mural
Other Lyrics by Artist
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- Lupe Fiasco - Kill
- Lupe Fiasco - Tranquillo
- Lupe Fiasco - High (Interlude)
- Lupe Fiasco - City Of The Year
- Lupe Fiasco - Jump
- Lupe Fiasco - Made In The USA
- Lupe Fiasco - Promise
- Lupe Fiasco - NGL
- Lupe Fiasco - Dopamine Lit (Intro)
- Lupe Fiasco - Schemes
- Lupe Fiasco - Pyramid
- Lupe Fiasco - Kings
- Lupe Fiasco - Law
- Lupe Fiasco - Pick Up The Phone
- Lupe Fiasco - It's Not Design
- Lupe Fiasco - Stronger
- Lupe Fiasco - Helter Skelter (Interlude)
Rand Lyrics
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- McEntire, Reba - One Last Good Hand
- McEntire, Reba - He Wants To Get Married
- McEntire, Reba - For Herself
- McEntire, Reba - Will He Ever Go Away
- McEntire, Reba - Lighter Shade Of Blue
- McEntire, Reba - Everything That You Want
- McEntire, Reba - Read My Mind
- McEntire, Reba - I Won't Stand In Line
Lupe Fiasco Mural Jr. Comments
I recall back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe a tank of killer tomatoes
A seasoned shoulder's carrying plenty pintos in payloads
Now, that's another strata but I was making sense
Then cop out, took the highway and I was making chips
A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks
Can fight like Tekken 5, even taking 6
This rehabilitation, I be taking trips
Crazy how ppl don’t understand his drugs flow
‘’Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a line’’
who's Leroy
Watch avengers endgame fight scene while this is on....
When Lupe says "Mourn correct, immortalize" I tear up, thinking about my homie Michael.
Well, I will always love mural jr but the original was better for me.
“Answers each and every man(manna) with the same question. What is it? “
LUL
@Andre Taylor Thank you so much. You should add that on to rap genius. There are so many lines that got me scratching my head that I can't truly appreciate his music. If you could decode a few lyrics from Tetsuo & Youth for me that would be great.
@Mark Brunache Guess I have to now lol Thanks
@Andre Taylor lol. he's my favorite rapper. I would love for him to get the credit he deserves. there was another YouTuber who broke down the song "stronger". It has much more substance now that I know what he's talking about.
@Mark Brunache Tried to add the annotation and the song is locked and since I havent used my account enough I cant add it lol. Most of Lupe's allusions wont be understood without direct experience or tireless research. If you like to dig and learn to understand what he saying he's your guy. Enjoy!
@Andre Taylor it's cool. I'll try to add it on. Thanks again.
Like this one almost made me literally cry damn pause
lupe aint human
My lit proffesor quit his proffesion professing simply lupe
Stop the comparisons Lupe is in his own Stratosphere... Simple
He Is so underated
This is poetry at its finest.
90,498 trying to break through to awake some other minds...
Favourite
Holy assumption of man into the heaven's sphere
Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
Evangelists re-imagine every 11 years
Pause for applause, evolves to what was never here
Born to death, born to die
Form the flesh, form the eyes
A veritable storm of winged forms swarms the skies
Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh
Farthest standing, I was landing
Two one hand, one man bands jamming in tandem
He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps man's laps in a hand lathered in absinthe
Gotta talent traffic and ramblings
And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the back of the wagon
Out the back of the madam
Out the back of the Magnum
Then out the trap of enchantment
Bellerophon with a megaphone, megaman
Desert zone run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot, in a place where it's so simple but not
Closed temples and ole little forgots and rode whole chissles
Cripples with raw missles a lot
The old hoes that they won't give you a shot
But you can get the whole pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot
These are real words from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an average climb
Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half your time
Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a line
In the future life, I don't even have to rhyme
We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs
Just yields and rail roads
In lush fields with bell tolls
Couple huddles of the unskilled but well told
It's unreal how off one deal to sell souls
And he got em' by the dozen
Medulla oblongata is what got them by the oven
Like how the moonshine is what got him by the cousin
He gotta buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
Such an unsettling scene
An obscene setting for the unwedding of rings
The sharpest dresser at the unheading of queens
The architecture is something you've never seen
Dream clean
That's three words at the same time
They killed three bird with the same
And one each in every hand with the same bluffing
Answers each and every man with the same question
What is it?
But you still wanna know but I already done did it
I ball heavy, the physics, it's all
But it's already specific
If we doing what's already done, that means it's already terrific
That's rather meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that
As an extra exhibit to what's already within it
The gallery's like the wall space
So I made a gallery of galleries made of all space
If it was more small, it would be Moore's Law
From the land of the po' where we war Saw
From the hand of a pro to whore jaw
Make a stand to the store till the snow thaw
Went from paper boy to editor
From throwing Ars Poetica with the arms of Federer
On the porches and steps to the farm houses of settlers
One of several sects who can come and charm the predators
We who measure the measuring tools of measurers
We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of pleasurers
We who lecture at treasured schools of lecturers
We who question the cherished rules of leveragers
Born to death, born to die
Mourn correct immortalized
In a war, where your performance score is your salary
It's like fantasies combatting your mortality
I'm just trying to restore sanities
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your vanity
To instill what kills krill destroys manitee
So heels spill but still seal deals that build factories
What looks Roman senator inner reveals macabees
Never just trust off guts, but what's actually
Unless it's quatos
Now, we back to pillars of salt
I recall back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe a tank of killer tomatoes
A seasoned shoulder's carrying plenty pintos in payloads
Now, that's another strata but I was making sense
Then cop out, took the highway and I was making chips
A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks
Can fight like Tekken 5, even taking 6
This rehabilitation, I be taking trips
"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I won't make a dent
Hardly, but I'm still Harvey
I hope this making sense
Devil tooting his own horn, don't come and take a sniff
In the streets you gotta fight, you get punished for taking whiffs
To make that change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey driving
A stomach for taking whips
I'm just trying to redeem
With these hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming clean
To unify the hooks
If you know it, then come and sing
Don't bust in while I'm sleep
Nightmares who come in dreams
Samurais rarely die from another sword
This is 1985 meets the hover board
That was Bobby Johnson potato, just the underscore
Think deep, but don't let it fry your motherboards
Dip teeth, so now the painting's plural
But this is Jr's Mural
Man Lupe and Lloyd Banks are the most under rated rappers of all time and are both staying true to them selves. Lupe ft banks plz!
"From the Land of the PO Where we war saw"
POW-Prisoner of war
Warsaw-Capital of Poland which got invaded by the Nazis in which those there became POWS.
One example of how many clever ass gems in this tracks
Lupe killin it as usual
if we doing what's already done, that means it's already terrific...Ancestors gave him that bar
What does this mean
🔥🚀
The beat is God like 🔥
Stop saying that J Cole and Kendrick are on the same level as Lupe, because they not, Lupe is on an entirely different tier, Lupe is the top lyricist. His music connects to the past, present, and future and in his music he spits ugly truths rather than pretty lies, which people need to know, it's not good to live your life in a land of cotton candy and rainbows
I feel bad lupe isnt getting the respect he deserves ! If i had one wish it would be that he goes viral again and shows the world what real rap is and opens the eyes of the people.
3rd verse is lit.
Lupe is cursed with being too good
This song gives me the vibe of a physical and spirital resurrection and
To give an idea of the things I'm seeing in my mind...
Check out my post on Pipes offical Reddit page.
See you then.😜
He should be studied in schools the same way William Shakespeare is.
Never just trust off guts, but what's actually
Unless it's Kuato's
Now, we back to pillars of salt, I recall back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe attack of killer tomatoes
A seasoned shoulder's carrying plenty Pentium payloads
Holy assumption of man into the heaven's sphere
Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
I love this song so much
Scratch that, I love this album
Before listening this make sure you got your bible, Latin dictionary, and thesaurus ready if you plan to understand anything
Sound like that control beat
This amazing a real work of art a timeless masterpiece make a nigga feel like am opening my eyes
[Verse]
Holy assumption of man into the heaven's sphere
Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
Evangelists re-imagine every 11 years
Pause for applause, evolves to what was never here
Born to death, born to die
Form the flesh, form the eyes
A veritable storm of winged forms swarms the skies
Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh
Before I was standing, I was landing
Two one-hand, one-man bands jamming in tandem
He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps man's laps in a hand lathered in absinthe
Got a talent trafficking ramblings
And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the back of the wagon, out the back of the madam
Out the back of the Magnum, then out the trap of enchantment
Bellerophon with a megaphone, Mega Man
Desert zone, run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot
In a place where it's so simple but not
Closed temples and old little forgots
And rode whole chisels, cripples who won't miss a salat
The old hoes that they won't give you a shot
But you can get the whole pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot
These are real words from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an average climb
Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half your time
Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a line
In the future life, I don't even have to rhyme
We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs
Just yields and rail roads
In lush fields with bell tolls
Couple huddles of the unskilled but well told
It's unreal how off one deal to sell souls
And he got 'em by the dozen
Medulla oblongata is what got them by the oven
Like how the moonshine is what got him by the cousin
He got her by the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
Such an unsettling scene
An obscene setting for the unwedding of rings
The sharpest dresser at the unheading of queens
The architecture is something you've never seen
Dream clean, that's three words at the same time
And killed three birds with the same--
And won each and every hand with the same bluff and
Answers each and every man with the same question
What is it? But you still wanna know but I already done did it
I ball heavy, the physics
It's all, but it's already specific
If we doing what's already done, that means it's already terrific
That's rather meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that
As an extra exhibit to what's already within it
The galleries lack the wall space
So I made a gallery of galleries, made of all space
If it was more small, it would be Moore's Law
From the land of the po' where we war, saw
From the hand of a pro to a whore jaw
Make her stand at the store 'til the snow thaw
Went from paper boy to editor
From throwing Ars Poetica with the arms of Federer
On the porches and steps to the farm houses of settlers
One of several sects who can come and charm the predators
We who measure the measuring tools of measurers
We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of pleasurers
We who lecture at treasured schools of lecturers
We who question the treasured rules of leveragers
Born to death, born to die
Mourn correct: immortalize
In a war, where your performance score is your salary
It's like fantasies combating your mortality
I'm just trying to restore sanity
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your Vanity
To instill what kills krill destroys manatee
So heels spill but still seal deals that build factories
What looks Roman senator inner reveals Maccabees
Never just trust off guts, but what's actually
Unless it's Kuato's
Now, we back to pillars of salt, I recall back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe attack of killer tomatoes
A seasoned shoulder's carrying plenty Pentium payloads
Now, that's another strata but I was making sense
Then cop out, took the highway and I was making chips
A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks
Can fight like Tekken 5, even taking 6
This rehabilitation, I be taking trips
"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I won't make a dent
Hardly, but I'm still Harvey, I hope this making sense
Devil tooting his own horn, don't come and take a sniff
In the streets you gotta fight, you get punished for taking whiffs
To make that change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey Drive and a stomach for taking whips
I'm just trying to redeem
With these hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming clean
To unify the hooks, if you know it, then come and sing
Don't bust in while I'm asleep, nightmares who come in dreams
Samurais rarely die from another sword
This is 1985 meets the hover board
That was Bobby Johnson potato, just to underscore
Think deep, but don't let it fry your motherboards
Diptych, so now them paintings plural, but this is Jr's Mural
Thankh you.
Lupe is like Wayne not on drugs. No Wayne is like Lupe on drugs idk: a lot of Lupe lyrics go over my head idk if he telling me something or just throwing out a bunch of different shit.
The answer to your question is yes.
He does both. Lupe is an all of the above rapper. It usually has three meanings.
lupe and Vince
"Like how the moonshine is what got him by the cousin...he got her by the bottom and he bout to stick his tongue in." Edger Allen Poe married his 13 year old cousin. "From the land of the Poe where we warsaw"🔥 🔥 🔥
I digested my gum faI digested my gum faster than some of Lu's songs...like "Twilight Zone". This isn't fair Lu. I'm constipated, yet I don't want this feeling in my stomach to go lol.
Born to death
Born to die
Form the flesh
Form the 👀....
Trap of Enchantment? Harvey Dent? I see you....
inspired by Canibus.
Is that a slowed down sample of big seans control beat
Mural's Long Lost Cousin. https://youtu.be/XXsW4LLRkLY
Damn...lupe deserves more views then this...
Notice the subtle differences here to the video. DUDE!!!! 🤯🤯
Perfect Album
Man, boy finished STRONG!!!
Reddit brought me here
Lupe Fiasco ft. King Los with 9th wonder on the production?
Bobby Shadow's Perspective Lupe Fiasco ft. Isaiah Rashad with Madlib on the production?
Mural Jr came on my Pandora n now I'm on the hunt for his best work. He always does whack pop features. I had no idea of his level. He's up there for sure
DYLN Knight Tetsuo & Youth is a god-tier masterpiece of an album.
Listen to the first Mural on the album Tetsuo & Youth. Also WAV files on this album. Hurt Me Soul from the album Food & Liquor. And Streets On Fire from the album The Cool
Not a bad song, I'm sad to admit that I've slept on Lupe
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
butiful sound painting... and don't worry kanye, lupe got you "...means it's already terrific" ya know (the beat sample)
Get your Encyclopedia, dictionary, thesaurus and your local University literature professor to breakdown this album
LOL omg this was great.
Lupe is brilliant. Watch his interviews. He's so well articulated without being stiff.
Masterpiece.
Lupe you need to meet up with Kanye And Trump and make Chicago the beacon of change. We need Brotha
Smartest comment I've seen on here
Pretty sure Lupe isn't going to subject himself to the inferior company of those two morons, he's on an entirely other level than those two ignorant egomaniacs.
+Benjamin Harris the world is full of negative nancys like you.
G.O.A.T
1985 hoover board
dont let it fry your motherboard???
https://genius.com/Lupe-fiasco-mural-jr-lyrics
I just found out Lupe opened this (The 2nd Mural) up with a description of the Second Coming.
The first one ended with the Buddhist/Hindu Nirvana.
G.O.A.T
Listened to the album a few times on YouTube but this song made me buy the album. Lets go King LU
I agree. https://youtu.be/XXsW4LLRkLY here's the long lost cousin. Check it out if you dont mind. Thanks
Cant lie. Most his lines went over my head on the first listen. Guess I'll have this on replay until i understand every bar
rap genius my brother/sister - https://genius.com/Lupe-fiasco-mural-jr-lyrics - that site was practically made for Wasalu!
Best song on the album!
This reminds me of King Los - Bar Mitzvah for some reason
Now go listen to Wiz Khalifa’s album and tell me its good
Nobody thinks Wiz is a lyricist. He's a stoner pop rapper.
Lupe a spitter spitter.
I don’t think I can listen to anything else after hearing this album.
i didnt know he had a new album out, guess thats what i get fort not being a fan
Kendrick is not on Lupe's level. im sorry Lupe is on his own tier at the very top.
Lupes lyricism > Kendricks lyricism
Kendricks musicality > Lupes musicality
@Alan Andrade Kendricks raps not being deep is laughable. Listen to How Much A Dollar Cost. Lyricism isn't the only important quality of music. As a rapper, Lupes def stronger, but he's never made anything as musically sound as To Pimp A Butterfly. You're only focusing on lyrics when the most important feature of TPAB is the concept, and completely ignoring how Kendrick uses lyrics to emphasize the concept. Tetsuo is better than Good Kid in my opinion because its conceptually/instrumentally more dense.
ERBOCH I don’t think I said Kendrick wasn’t deep. I think I was trying to say that Lupe’s words are much deeper than Kendrick’s. Kendrick is very deep in his raps, but I’m really trying to say that Lupe is something else, man. As far as what you’re talking about, I understand. For me, GKMC > TPAB. To pimp a butterfly was good, but there seemed to be some mixed messages in there. In the end I only walked away happy with a couple of songs (I don’t remember because it’s been a while, I might give it a listen cus I tend to misremember a lot). I remember loving the entirety of GKMC. I’ll let you know what I think TPAB maybe later. Tastes change, am i right?
@Alan Andrade I think Lupe's use of wordplay is the deepest in the entire rap game, aside from Aesop Rock and Black Thought. I 100% agree that Lupe is a better RAPPER than Kendrick, but I don't think he's the better artist. Like I think Lupe's instrumentals don't fit with his verses as well as Kendrick, like i actually prefer Mural Jr. without a beat than with one, whereas Kendrick uses every aspect of the song to construct an audiovisual experience. Kendrick and Lupe are my current top two btw. But Lupe's lyrical density is undeniably larger than Kendricks
If we're talking about lyrical skill, Lupe > Kendrick.
But if we really have to compare artists based on their spirituality, nobody can touch Ab Soul
This is Juniors Mural
Look up the name of the producer. He's a Jr.
That makes that simple line a Double.
His word play is on another level and his delivery is so crisp. This is the kind of music I enjoy and aspire to create.
Album of the year!
Maaaaaaaaaannn.....this shit here......FLAMES!!!!
I need this instrumental 🔥
"In the STREETS you gotta FIGHT and get PUNISHED for taking WHIFFS"
That line, mentions of Tekken 5 and 6 plus the "Combating you mortality" line.
FGC Bars!!!
What does this mean
This dude ain't human at all! The G.O.A.T. #SHEESH
Marital norms unperformed, but the porn survives.. wow
"Martial norms unperformed but the porn survives"
That's excellence for the youth to digest.
It's a reference to the Bible. There will be no marriage in Heaven because everyone will be like the Angels.
This gotta be the best track on the album
Wav files
King nas
Lyrics?!
nobody want smoke with Lupe
This song is so spiritual it's not even fair this Being Lu done tap into scribes on the Sphinx,Tantric, he is enlightened.
Lupe went SLR on this one
Carrera Lu
WHO is the ONE cat who disliked this ?
1 dislike from Cudi.
Ikr? Wtf!?!?
Pretty sure my ears just had an orgasm
I'm sure Mural is very proud of his son
I agree. https://youtu.be/XXsW4LLRkLY here's the long lost cousin. Check it out if you dont mind. Thanks
Ghetto gospel✊✊
'That's 3 words at the same time, kill 3 birds with the same..........' Button.........Budden?
@jebus tavera as in "You couldn't even be a janitor" there or you wouldn't have to.
I don't see what the smh is for. That's unnecessary.
@Koldraiyne DownSkayle oh it is cuz the dude just leaves me in awe by the album he keeps getting better
TheLulzing I saw the Video where he Acapella'd It......yeah, 'Nothing'. Lol. Kind of Fit Though, Haha
Nothing 🤢🤮🤯🤕
Lupe is a verbal architect
One of the best joints in the past decade
This track is so god-like!