(Matthew Santos:)
The stars are aligned and the planets collide
And the plant is alive and shes out there smiling
The fear is upon us the skys try to warn us
Your bedrooms are gone and your childrens are martyrs
Driving me crazy this war is my lady
These bombs are our babies and god is amazing
The tick of the time and the slick of the rhyme
Of the pimp and the rise and the fall of you founder

(Chorus x2: Matthew Santos)
Death Is on The Tip Of her Tongue
And Dangers At The Tip oF HEr fingers
Street Are On Fire To Niiiight
Death Is on The Tip Of her Tongue
And Dangers At The Tip oF HEr fingers
Street Are On Fi-re To-niiiight

(Verse 1: Lupe)
Disease, the virus is spreadin in all directions
No safe zone no cure and no protection
No symtoms to find no signs of an infection
No vaccines remedies and no correction
Quarantine your dreams and seal off all connections
Don't let him in not a friend not a reflection
Everybodys got it and wants you to have it next and
Don't accept him if you want stay as an exception
No pill can heal the ill of this
Sickness some are still in doubt of his existance
Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengance
Some say it an exit and some say it an entrance
The poor say the rich have the cure
The rich say the poor are the source
Revelutionaries say it's psycological 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 floors, hors say the nun, nuns say the hors and everybody is sure


The scientists say it only affects the mind
The little boy said it only affects 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 x2: Matthew Santos)
Death Is on The Tip Of her Tongue
And Dangers At The Tip oF HEr fingers
Street Are On Fire To Niiiight
Death Is on The Tip Of her Tongue
And Dangers At The Tip oF HEr fingers
Street Are On Fi-re To-niiiight

(Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco)
Believe, so say the neon signs
By the loud speakers repeating that everything is fine
A subtle solice to demloish a troubled consciounce
Of a populus with no knowledge and every freedom denied
Every dream is designed then broadcasted from the masses
To the masses from the antennas on top of the shrines
Respondor recievin, planted during the panic, and shorty
It reports back everything in your mind
Everything is lyin, everything is dyin
Everything is a rule, everything is a crime
Everything was here then everythin rewind
The new weathers burns the feathers off of everything flying

(Matthew Santos:)
(and she likes it, she loves it)

(Lupe Fiasco:)
The sadness, the madness, the bad shit, the lavish
The fastness, the clashes, the ashes to ashes, everything intertwined
My femme fatale, my darling fraudulent angel
Once caught her changin 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 scientists say she's all inside my mind
The littel boy said what happened to all the girls
The preacher man said she's gonna kill off her soul
The dope boy said it the whole wide world

(Chorus x2: Matthew Santos)
Death Is on The Tip Of her Tongue
And Dangers At The Tip oF HEr fingers
Street Are On Fire To Niiiight
Death Is on The Tip Of her Tongue
And Dangers At The Tip oF HEr fingers
Street Are On Fi-re To-niiiight