Little Weapon (feat. Bishop G, Nikki Jean)

[Lupe Deep Voice]

Little Terry got a gun, he got from the store

He bought it with the money he got from his chores

He robbed candy shop told her lay down on the floor

Put the cookies in his bag took the pennies out the drawer

Little Kalil got a gun he got from the rebels

To kill the infidels and American devils

A bomb on his waist

A mask on his face

Prays five times a day

And listens to Heavy Metal

Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad

That he snuck into school in his black book bag

His black nail polish, black boots and black hair

He's gonna blow away the bully that just pushed his ass

[Lupe Fiasco]

I killed another man today

Shot him in his back as he ran away

Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade

Cut his wife's throat as she put her hands to pray

Just five more dawgs then we can get a soccer ball

That's what my commander say

How Old?

Well I'm like ten, eleven, been fighting since I was like six or seven

Now I don't know much about where I'm from but I know I strike fear everywhere I come

Government want me dead so I wear my gun, I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too young

This candy give me courage not to fear no one

To fear no pain, and hear no tongue

So I hear no screams and I shed no tear

If I'm in your dreams then your end is near

Yeah

[Nikki Jean]

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

We're calling you

There's a war

If the guns are just too tall for you

We'll find you something small to use

Little Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon

We need you now, pow

[Lupe Fiasco]

Now here comes the march of the boy brigade

A macabre Parade of the toys he made

In shemaghs and shades who looks half his age

About half the size of the flags they waved

And Camouflage suits that made to fit youths

'Cause the ones of the dead soldiers hang a little loose

And AK-47's that they shooting into heaven

Like they're trying to kill the Jetson's

They struggle little recruits

Cute Smileless, Heartless, violent

Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways

Can't write their own names or read the words on their own graves

Think you gangster popped a few rounds

These kids will come through and murder a whole town

Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down

The grave gets deeper the further we go down

[Nikki Jean]

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

We're calling you

There's a war

If the guns are just too tall for you

We'll find you something small to use

Little Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon

We need you now, pow

[Bishop G]

Imagine if I had to console

The family of those slain

I slain on game consoles

I aim I hold, right trigger to squeeze

Press up and Y one less nigga breathe

B for the Bombs press pause for your moms

Make the room silent, she don't approve of violent games

She leaves resume activity

Start and blew hearts with poor harsh wizardry

On next part I insert code

To sweeten up the little person' murder workload

I tell him he work for

CIA with A

A operative, I operate this game all day

I hold a controller connected to the soldier

With weapons on his shoulder he's only seconds older than me

We playful but serious, now keep that on mind

For on line experience

[Nikki Jean]

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

We're calling you

There's a war

If the guns are just too tall for you

We'll find you something small to use

Little Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon

We need you now, pow

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

Little Weapon

We're calling you

There's a war

If the guns are just too tall for you

We'll find you something small to use

Little Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon

We need you now, pow