[Intro - Matthew Santos]
Tonight...
The stars are aligned and the pack is colliding
And the plan is arriving 
and the streets out there smiling
The fear is upon us, the skies tried to warn us
Your parents are goners, no children to mourn
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 pulse, 
where you'll find her
Hey hey 
 [bad word] - Matthew Santos]
Death is on the tip of her tongue
And danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight
Death is on the tip of her tongue
And danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight

[Verse One - Lupe Fiasco]
Disease, the [bad word] is spreadin' in all directions
No safe zone, no cure and no protection
No symptoms are fine, the signs of an infection
No vaccines, remedies and no corrections
Quarantine your dreams and sell off all connections
Don't let 'em in not a friend, not a reflection
Everybody's got it and wants you to have it next and
Don't accept 'em if you want to say as an exception
The pill can heal the ill of this
Sickness some are still in doubt of its existence
Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance
Some say it's an exit, 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 floors
"Whores," say the nuns, "nuns," say the whores
And everybody is sure
The scientists say, "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"
bum said, "it's gonna kill the whole wide world"
 [bad word] - Matthew Santos]
Death is on the tip of her tongue
And danger's at the tip of her finger
Streets are on fire tonight
Death is on the tip of her tongue
And danger's at the tip of her finger
Streets are on fire tonight

[Verse Two - Lupe Fiasco]
Believe some say the neon signs 
by the loud speakers repeatin' 
that everything is fine
subtle silence to demolish the trouble conscience 
of [bad word] with no knowledge 
and every freedom denied
Every dream is designed and broadcasted
from the masses to the masses
from the antennaes on top of the shrines
Was fine and received and planted during the panic 
and surely it reports back everything in your mind
Everything is lyin', everything is dyin'
Everying is [bad word]  everything is a crime
Everything was here then everything rewind
New weather burned the feather off everything shinin'
(And she likes it, and she loves it)
The sadness, the madness, the bashed, 
the lavish, the fastest, the clashes
The ashes to ashes, everything intertwined
My femme fatale, my darlin' fallen angel
Once caught her changin' the batteries in her halo
Receipt for wings and everything that she paid for
And the address to the factory where they made those
The scientist said, "she's always inside my mind"
The little boy said, "what happened to all the girls?"
The preacher man said, "she's gonna kill off the soul"
The dope boy said, "it's the whole wide world"
 [bad word] - Matthew Santos]
Death is on the tip of her tongue
And danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight
Death is on the tip of her tongue
And danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight