ANKH:HER

"**ANKH:HER**" is a freestyle by Lupe Fiasco, published to his SoundCloud on March 15, 2017. It is recorded over the beat of Michael Christmas' "Everything Burrito," where Fiasco got permission from the producer, Rich Kidd.

There can be double meanings to the title. It can be pronounced as "anchor," and "ankh" is an ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic symbol for "eternal life". "Her" refers to a female, which connects the two with the colon.

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Verse 1]

Uh, balance

A drunken ground for my n\*\*\*as

But what if up was down for the liquor?

Then pour in somethin' stiffer

Filter mud from the champagne on blood

Might just milk a tub out my hand vein

Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes

What a dream! What I mean? Idealize

You see the storm brewin' way up in the heaven

A statue wouldn't mourn 'em, so I wake up to erect, damn

And the bed made of women

Who came first with a head made of chickens?

Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-makin' mission

With X-rated visions

And the glass

I wish that I could live inside jazz

As hecklers shackle magpie

Note-blowin' standard

Scat over improvised ragtime

Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime

[Chorus]

My n\*\*\*a, what's up?

My n\*\*\*a, what's up?

My n\*\*\*a, what's up?

Feather me or let it be

(My n\*\*\*a, what's up?)

Tether me or sever me

(My n\*\*\*a, what's up?)

Definitely won’t set me free

(My n\*\*\*a, what's up?)

No, she look like a set of keys

[Verse 2]

May I die from a hand that is not black

Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at

At the spot where he was unchained

To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains

Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain't here to judge him

I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted

It's the day, it's judgement

(Ankh:hers)

For the sippers and the drinkers

Lift her by the shoulders like hangers

Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers

Ambulance chasers, bad chance, ain't no mash for the bangers

Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger

Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers

I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shakin' my shaft

You just bass to the anglers (hooked)

Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919

Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene

Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white queens

Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin

[Chorus]

My n\*\*\*a, what's up?

My n\*\*\*a, what's up?

My n\*\*\*a, what's up?

Feather me or let it be

(My n\*\*\*a, what's up?)

Tether me or sever me

(My n\*\*\*a, what's up?)

Definitely won’t set me free

(My n\*\*\*a, what's up?)

No, she look like a set of keys

[Verse 3]

Has the moon killed the sun yet?

Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets

A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh

Hung sweats on the radiator

Two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers

Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators

Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of paper

Will we eliminate the innovators?

Will we commemorate the imitators?

You are now set trippin' with eliminators

Life givin' persimmons

So now your lemons persimmon flavored

Why you mixin' different neighbors? Spike it

Now the wrists are slittin' razors

(Ankh:hers)

The benefits of red wine

Drunken box thieves fightin' bars to charge a dead mine

Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips

Well-designed to keep from liftin' shit

[Chorus]

My n\*\*\*a, what's up?

My n\*\*\*a, what's up?

My n\*\*\*a, what's up?

Feather me or let it be

(My n\*\*\*a, what's up?)

Tether me or sever me

(My n\*\*\*a, what's up?)

Definitely won’t set me free

(My n\*\*\*a, what's up?)

No, she look like a set of keys

## References

1. ↑ Smith, Trevor (March 15, 2017). "ANKH:HER". *HotNewHipHop*.