I swear I see this nigguh I'm ma kill him I'm going to kill him so make a nigguh suffer Ya know what I'm sayin
Man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy Streets be all like feed me feed me When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy My man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy Streets be all like feed me feed me When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy My man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
Hey he had a whole lotta cheese Plus he was a mac had a whole lotta seeds Made a lot of nigguhs fat Gave a whole lotta g's Grams man he had a whole lotta these And he would let you hold like a whole lotta keys Even if you lose some he would give you new ones Twice the bread its like he had two buns And he had a whole lotta seeds Even his kids had mills for reals Some rich small fries wrappin paper since they was lil.
Man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy Streets be all like feed me feed me When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy My man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
He was a heart breaker and a law shaker If it was bout cakin he was a part taker International he would take trips bon voyage Thats a hard he was fishin for the chips So greedy he never gave to the needy Thats what some say The way he shunned all the bums hangin in the subways He called them fruits then laughed at em Delivery man on the pick-up drive through And throw a bag at em And it was hard to understand him sometimes Makin a killin the way he had em standin in line
Man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy Streets be all like feed me feed me When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy My man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
Lovers call him king haters call him clown He would say bite me thats the way its going down He was having thoughts that maybe he should retire Went to church on Sunday and saw a deep fry Said he had beef and people want him dead He loved the hungry ones was only scared of affairs He lived the fast life couldn't get his path right Fry just told him bout the hooters that he had last night Turned himself in to the pattywagon, said no Bacon wouldn't take him half the pigs on the payroll
My man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy Streets be all like feed me feed me When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy My man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
To be continued on another menu ya dig. Will he give up his life of crime or will he stay? This, and other adventured on lupe fiasco's next album L.U.P.N
My man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy Streets be all like feed me feed me When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy My man said life ain't easy When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
1st Verse They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet But they cant they accented like the UK Turn that ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray Fragrantly fragrant and they cant escape me My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went You don't want a loan leave my cologne alone It's a little to strong for u to be putting on Trust me I say this justly I went from musty to musky and yall cant mush me I warn yall cornballs I hush puppies The swans in the pond call my duck ugly But now they hug me because its lovely They love the aroma of a roamer of the world Got the shakers and the skaters and the players and the girls Keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl
Hook You want the flava ma, hey I got cha You want the realness, well I got cha I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters
You want the real shit, hey I got cha You see ma people here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right
2nd Verse And I'm from Chi-Town thats where I flies round Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now We used to gangbang a lot of that done died down Children of the hat tiltin' keepin hope alive now All with no high I do It so fly Bank caesar tack helicopter with the bow tie I love my city really hope that God bless it Have my mind moving faster than that hog in the hedges Welcome all of yall to my dark recesses This is where I keep the bars like bathtub edges My Ivories And My Doves My Levers and my Zests It takes half of your bubble bath to match the freshness The belly of the beast you know I'm from it I wrap it in a towel here go my pal in the stomach And I be on my green like Irish Spring and I Coast Fudge wit It and get a mouth full of soap
Hook You want the flava ma, hey I got cha You want the realness, well I got cha I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya Either They pimps or they macks or they mobsters
You want the real shit, hey I got cha You see ma people here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right
3rd Verse And so to sign off, this beat I rhyme off Is from the Thelonious P and Hugo Mind Boss You feel it in the air, its such a fine force But you don't hear me though, just like a mimes toss That's cuz I'm in Europe, me and my friends tour a Im on my pimp, my temperature is temperer I take it easy on my watch Im watchin TV Am I clean as my her-re-shy's, see the hare is trying to beat me I continue to do Lu's pace They say him got two heads and four eyes just like screwface But see my secret's safe its in my secret safe That's in my secret room on my secret base So from the runner of the FNF crew Come in hip hop we've come to resurrect You You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You
Hook You want the flava ma, hey I got cha You want the realness, well I got cha I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya Either they Pimps or they macks or they mobsters
You want the real shit, hey I got cha You see ma people here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right
[Intro] Uh, what up ya'll yeah wo Ya'll ain't know I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco Representin' that 1st & 15 yeah And this one right here I dedicate this one right here To all my homies out there grindin' (ya know what I'm saying) Legally and Illegally ha ha You know what I'm talkin' 'bout so, check it out
[Verse 1] First got it when he was six Didn't know any tricks Matter fact first time he got on it he slipped Landed on his hip and bust his lip For a week he had to talk with a lips Like this now we can end the story right here But shorty didn't quit it was something in the air (yeah) He said it was somethin' so appealing He couldn't fight the feelin' Somethin' about it He knew he couldn't doubt it Couldn't understand it Brand it, since his first kickflip he land it (uh) Labeled a misfit, abandoned Ca-kunk, ca-kunk, kunk his neighbors couldn't stand it, so He was banished to the park Started in the morning wouldn't stop till after dark (yeah) When he said it's getting late in here So I'm sorry young man there's no skating here
[Chorus] So we kick, push kick, push kick, push kick, push coast And the way he roll just a rebel to the world with no place to go So we kick, push kick, push kick, push kick, push coast So come and skate with me, just a rebel looking for a place to be So let's kick, and push, and coast (uh uh uh)
[Verse 2] My man got a lil older became a better roller yeah No helmet, hellbent on killin' himself Was what his momma said but he was feelin' himself Got a lil more swagger in his style Met his girlfriend, she was clappin' in the crowd Love is what was happening to him now (uh) He said I would marry you but I'm engaged to these aerials and varials And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry 2 She said bow I weigh 120 pounds, now Lemme make one thing clear I don't need to ride yours I got mine right here So she took him to a spot He didn't know about Somewhere in the apartment parking lot, she said I don't normally take dates in here Security came and said I'm sorry there's no skating here
[Chorus] So we kick, push kick, push kick, push kick, push coast And the way they roll just lovers in the twine with no place to go So we kick, push kick, push kick, push kick, push coast So come and skate with me, just a rebel looking for a place to be So let's kick, (uh uh) and push, (yeah yeah) and coast (yeah uh yeah yeah)
[Verse 3] Before he knew he had a crew that weren't no punk In they Spitfire shirts and SB Dunks They would Push, till they couldn't skate no more Office building, Li-B's weren't safe no more And it wasn't like they weren't getting chased no more Just the freedom is better than breathing they said (they said) And they escape route, they used to escape out When things got crazy they needed to break out (they'd head) To any place with stairs Any good grinds the world was theirs (uh) And they four wheels would take them there Till the cops came and said "There's no skating here"
[Chorus] So we kick, push kick, push kick, push kick, push coast And the way they roll just a rebels without a cause with no place to go So we kick, push kick, push kick, push kick, push coast So come roll with me, just a rebel looking for a place to be So let's kick, (uh uh) and push, (yea yea) and Coast
Affirmative no further furnishing is needed I believe we are completed, dig We all in grrement on the wall Paper happy with the color scheme welcome to the crib A two family habitat for humanity with a view with in the insanity Live? my vida loca was built like bob vila villa gone The architect that I arted wat I hearted jimmy carter from Chicago west?? side Finish my construction now we hope we coming like contracepts I'm conciespet that kunta get from conversation held with the Satan on my shoulder Which lead the steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like shofers were my angels at Painful yet Mary I ain't Jerry Garcia ma here but I'm grateful shush
[Chorus:] Maybe just might be OK After all Sun don't shine On these days
This feeling getting heavy is heaven I am atmis at this manage the balance Massive mass pull my back with out tipping my glasses This was not pitiful from passes of O G s This is so me Ask us many mention lil homie, lil bony But the rhymes is fat In fact Keep just like a Rochester customer God bless the mothers and younger brother is a hustler Cuz she don't want sob at his waist But he want to follow in the step Bang his hat learn his shake Master his swagger in the bathroom Mirror cop a Chevy steady mob in his place Chea its just the problem we face look his mom is in the face n promises his strait
Then he leaves the house that love built that Hug renovate that section 8 pays for Well lets pray for em Let the beat play for em Put the trouble on display for em Cuz he gotta go face the drama With a difference face from the one that he use to face his moma If you look close You'll see a consist of a smile that hurts a ice grill In a trace of trauma Little bit of his father Another criterion that's no difference from a young Liberian Who let the deliberian wiriben living in it the city Out of his mind Liria reconsilia I'm cool I don't for tell best I ain't nice as MC, I'm cornel west I am cornel west side chi town Rivera Malcom x assise the demons Gangsta leaning We traded in his cuffy for a new era Chose a 44 over a mother board I ain't a credited institute graduate Ia ain't for masorith My conception won immaculate I ain't mastering no calculus Doing addition to the rap my audience I back flipped on the mattress the slept on me on What down yo, knowing is half the battle And fighting temptation, have an apple Shakes the snakes, pimp the system Let's get into it, tabernacle
Uhh, Food & Liquor Yeah, my man said he wanted somethin real.. real.. real.. real.. real Somethin he could recognize, somethin he could feel.. feel.. feel.. feel.. feel Baby girl said she was in the mood for somethin real.. real.. real.. real.. real Somethin that could make her move Somethin she could feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
Lust... sometimes can override trust She said that's why she gave it up My man said blood spilled out of everything he touched He crushed everything he crushed Ruined everything he loved, he just wanted to rush Blamed it on the times bein' rough Doin dirt, with the devil, chasin' after the dust Make a fuss, if it's them, but we hush, if it's us
That's why, my mama said she wanted somethin real.. real.. real.. real.. real Somethin she could be proud of, somethin she could FEEL.. feel.. feel.. feel.. feel She said they so used to not havin nuttin real.. real.. real.. real.. real That they don't know how to act They don't know how to feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
Life... ain't meant to come around twice Yeah, that's why I gotta get it right They said I got it honest now I gotta give it LIFE But sleep on it, that's why God give you night I mean, I had a dream that, God gave me FLIGHT Too fly for my own good so, God gave me plight If I wake up in the mornin now I gotta give 'em SIGHT Make 'em see, break 'em free, ain't a G, sho' you right
The game is not to give 'em nuttin REAL.. real.. real.. real.. real Nothin they could use, nuttin that they could FEEL.. feel.. feel.. feel.. feel Give 'em a bunch of lies and teach 'em that it's REAL.. real.. real.. real.. real So that's all that they a-know That's all that they a-feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
Struggle... yeah yeah, another sign that God love you Cause on the low, bein po', make you humble Keep they names in my rhymes to try and keep them out of trouble Cause bein po', also teach you how to hustle All they want is some shoes or some rims for they bubble Now that I got my own, I can hit them with a couple Couple, my homies so they ain't got no reason to cuff you That's my plan, if I can, on the man, up above you
That's why, I gotta give 'em somethin REAL.. real.. real.. real.. real Somethin they could recognize, somethin they could FEEL.. feel.. feel.. feel.. feel To my homies on the block I gotta give 'em somethin real.. real.. real.. real.. real Somethin that'll make 'em stop Somethin they can feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
Yo! For real, really real, yeah! Know what it is! Baby girl said she was in the mood for somethin REAL.. real.. real.. real.. real Let's go.
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner From 45th and State to the last standing hymn nuhana J&J's, pale chicken, good finger licking While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Lynnwood Liquors The winos crooked stagger Meets the high stride of the youth searching for the truth They rebel and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom settings They get, high off that drum bass and 20/20 rims They rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq and 40's They call they women hoes, bust downs and shorties They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals full Prisons packed, bubbling over in brown sugar They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have ended Our hope has descended and off to the side Waiting for the reinstallment of the revolution Because we are dying at the cost of our own pollution But God has another solution, that has evolved from the hood I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good
A'uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi Bismi 'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim Dedicated, to my grandmother Peace! And much love to you Yeah! And it start 1st and, 15, proudly present You know what it is See, I got this philosophy right I think the world, and everything in it Is made up of a mix, of two things You got your good, y'know, and your bad You got your food, and your liquor That's right, Chilly Chill! You already know, it's a long time coming I give you my, I give you my heart My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings My experience, nothing more, and nothing less Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So With no further adieux, Lupe, Fiasco's, "Food & Liquor"
Where my ladies at? I said where my ladies at? Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at And for you baby I'll be your maniac Hey hey hey hey And you don't have to worry 'bout nothing Cuz everytime I see you baby you'll be rolling with me Oh i'll be on the sidelines rooting for my dime Holding up my sign and it say
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) (x16)
There my lady at I said there my lady at That's my honey if I give her money she ain't gotta pay me back No you ain't gotta pay me back Hey hey hey hey And I'll forever give you my love cuz When I'm down you always put a smile on me And when all of my strength's up, and I'm 'bout to give up And I need a lift up, I hear her say
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) (x16)
She loves me, she loves me more Amour me, she assures She adores me Even when it's up and down like see-saw Surely, we can start from scratch like default When they say you're not my baby like Maury You can tell 'em that they're telling a story Testify like you're telling a jury And I'll repeat like you said it before me We undefeated like a veteran army And we as heavy as an elephant, aren't we? Let's take 'em to the zoo, or better yet a safari They want me to leave my Dame like the fella from Marcy (No!) But we go way back like a set of Atari's From baby fat 'til we skeletons darling "Me" starring "You" is what it says on the marquee So let's go give them a show, on my heart, get set, go!
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) (x16)
And you're my sure-fire, superstar, sure-shot, firecracker extravaganza, fantastic, super-size with extra cheese You best believe That you're my sure-fire, superstar, sure-shot, firecracker extravaganza, fantastic, super-size with extra cheese Yes indeed!
Where my ladies at? I said where my ladies at? Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at And for you baby I'll be your maniac Hey hey hey hey And you don't have to worry 'bout nothing Cuz everytime I see you baby you'll be rolling with me Oh i'll be on the sidelines rooting for my dime Holding up my sign and it say
[Chorus] When the fighters are all around All the lovers are underground No one will save you anymore So what`s happening, what you rapping about? It`s a boy. Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? The world?
[Verse 1] Or is it something they can never believe? Or is it something you can never achieve? Is it Beyond your means? Is it Inside your dreams? Can it Never come out cause it`s scared to Unprepared to Too worried about the words of the people it`s weird to You don`t want them to hear you You just wish there was a door that would appear that you can go disappear through Well I`m feeling your pain I was feeling the same But I said I`d never feel that again
[Chorus] When the fighters are all around All the lovers are underground No one will save you anymore So what`s happening, what you rapping about? It`s a boy. Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? The world?
[Verse 2] Man I really miss my pops Hope that God watches over him and that he`s on top That there is no more disease and that he`s alright That he`s one of the generals inside the army of the light And grandma, you know I had to bite something from you So after every show it`s "peace, and much love to you" Auntie Tweetie`s on the way, please look out for that girl I know we`ll meet again, so it`s never me against the world
[Chorus] When the fighters are all around All the lovers are underground No one will save you anymore So what`s happening, what you rapping about? It`s a boy. Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? The world?
[Verse 3] I hope that God forgive us, all of us sinners Turn us back into beginners, put us up where the winners go Holy apartments in the gardens in which the rivers flow Thank you for all your blessings and all of your miracles I thank all my fans and all my supporters Shout out to Bishop G, congrats on your new baby daughter I tip my hat to all my family and friends Now we just got one more to go L - U - P - END
[Chorus] When the fighters are all around All the lovers are underground No one will save you anymore So what`s happening, what you rapping about? It`s a boy. Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? The world?
LupeTheFiasco.blogspot.com Congratulations ladies, this next one`s for you Peace!
Don't you know that I run this place, And I've begun this race, Must I rerun this pace? I'm the reason its become this way And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised (Lemme put you on game) They love my darkness, I make them heartless, And in return, the have become my martyrs, I've been in the poem of many a poet, And I reside in the art of many a artist (Lemme put you on game) Some of your smartest have tried to articulate My whole part in this But they're fruitless in their harvesting The drow grows from my footsteps I'm the one that they follow, I am the one that they march with (Lemme put you on game) Through the back alleys And the black markets, The Oval Offices, Crackhouses and apartments Through the mazes of the queens, The pages of the sages And the Chambers of The Kings (Lemme put you on game) Through the veins-es of the fiends, A paper chaser's pager, Yo, I'm famous on the scene One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things Speak every single language on the planet, y'all mean? (Lemme put you on game) I am the American dream, The rape of Africa The undying machine, The overpriced medicine, The murderous regime, The tough guy's front And the one behind the scenes (Lemme put you on game) I am the blood of this city, It's gas, water, and electricity, I'm it's gym, and it's math, and it's history, The gunshots in the class And you can't pass if you're missin, G. I taught them better than that I taught them aim for the head And hope they never come back I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby, Hope he never comes back, I hope he's with your mother, With my hustlers high in my trap (Lemme put you on game) I hope you die in his trash, I can't help it all you hear when your crying is laughs I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag, Behind the hospital little baby, Beg to share what addicts had (Lemme put you on game) Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper, A welfare-receiving prostitute And gold digger, You can watch on TV, How they should properly depict you, The rivers should flow with liquor, Quench your thirst on my elixirs, (Lemme put you on game) I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor The trusted misleader, The number one defender, And from a throne of their bones I rule, These fools are my fuel So I make them cool, (Lemme put you on game) Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool, And feed 'em from the table that held Corleone's food, If you die, tell them that you played my game I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name, 'Cause I'm the... (gunshot)
Well I heard like a group of cows That all ya enemies wanna shoot you down They got AK-47s and a bunch of Mac 11s Semi-automatic weapons that produce kapows
Word on the street is, they all got heaters They gon' hit you up and you ain't even gon' see it You got a lotta money, I ain't tryin' be funny But they say, "Where you goin'? You ain't even gon' need it"
They see you ridin' 'round, shinin' with ya Fine round diamonds pretty green-eyed lady Been on the sideline poutin', while you prime time poppin' Hungry niggaz want a piece of your pastry
I suggest you protect yo' bakery 'Cause they comin' for yo' head And it's a bounty on that chain That's hangin' from yo' neck, they said
I don't know, what you've been told in your ear But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta (Die) Don't know, what you been told in your ear But business goin' round, somebody gotta (Die)
Hit a nigga wit the mini-Mac strap Clap any nigga think he gettin' Gs' down here In a meter, any nigga gettin money and my honey Man, I heard Micheal Young is the re-clown near
Run up on a nigga from the back wit a Mac Gon' be strapped 'cause a nigga finna squeeze off ten Run up on this nigga 'Lac, rat-ta-tat-tat Click clack, where this nigga at? I need sin
Shit is goin' down ever I see him Bump a nigga out like Oxy-10 And keep a couple of dollars up in the wallet To pay the cops so they can never box me in (Die)
That's what I'm thinkin' While ridin' around polishin' this big pistol I'ma catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam So until we meet again, nigga it's cool
I don't know, what you've been told in your ear But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta (Die) Don't know, what you been told in your ear But business goin' round, somebody gotta (Die)
Don't pay them niggaz no mind They hatin' on you, ain't nobody witta shotty And plannin' on doin' a robbery, itchin' to catch a body Creepin' in a stolen jalopy, out there waitin' on you
I'm sittin' in a stolen car, finna rob this nigga Should I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him? I been waitin' all day, tryin' spot this nigga I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this nigga, uh
Plus they don't know about the chopper in the trunk The Glocks in a box and the nine on tuck The bulletproof glass, the 40's in the stash You pull the steerin' wheel and it pop on up
Forty caliber stashed up in the stash box Bulletproof windows, you couldn't break 'em wit a padlock Ak in the trunk, where the sounds bump Two twin Glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock
Man, we finna go up in this club, show a lil' love Get a few drinks, holla at some girls Snatch up a pair, leave outta there Put some 'dro in the air, then go and get some grub
I say we go up in this club, show a lil' love Get a few drinks, holla at some girls Snatch up a pair, leave outta there Put some 'dro in the air, then catch a few slugs
Ay, ay, ay, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee And don't go nowhere, nigga wait for me And if some niggaz do kill you in the next few minutes Just remember my nigga, it's a heaven for a G
Ay ay, hold this right there I'll be I'll be right back, I gotta take a piss man hold on Fo' sho, ay man, ay don't leave I'll be right back Ay, don't leave I'll be back
Hurry your ass up man, damn Coolest nigga what, Coolest nigga what Coolest nigga what, hustla fo' life, ay man Aiyyo, nigga hurry yo' ass up, man
Cool ass nigga man, fuckin' three in the mornin' Coolest muh'fucker in the world man Niggaz ain't fuckin' with me man Nigga high, smokin' fly ass car
I run these motherfuckin' streets Niggaz out here lookin' for me Nigga, I wish a motherfucker would Ay nigga hurry yo' ass up, nigga, damn
Wassup now, nigga? Ain't too cool now, is you nigga?
Carrera (dumb it down) coolest nigga what (dumb it down) FNF up (dumb it down) (dumb it down)
(Verse 1-Lupe Fiasco) I'm fearless now hear this im earless and i'm pealess which means im eyeless which means im tearless which means my iris resides where my ears is which means im blinded but imma find it i could feel it's nearness but imma vear so i don't come near like a chicken or a deer but i remember im not a listner or a seer so my windshields smear here you stare i really shouldnt be behind this clearly cause my blindness the windshield in minstrel the whole grill is road kill so trill and so sincere yea im both inveared to both pills when a bloak in a trench coat in the lotes in a chair had approached in here made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror the writer of the quotes from the ghost who supplier of the notes that they living riverton is rosey pockets full of posies given to the mother of the deceased awaken at war 'till i'm resting in peace (peace peace peace)
(Chorus 1-Gemini) you going over niggas heads lu (dumb it down) they telling me that they don't feel you (dumb it down) we aint graduate from school nigga (dumb it down) them big words aint cool nigga (dumb it down) yea i heard "mean and vicious" nigga (dumb it down) make a song for the bitches nigga (dumb it down) we dont care about the weather nigga (dumb it down) you'll sell more records if you (dumb it down)
(Verse 2-Lupe Fiasco) and im mouthless which means im soundless now as far as the hearing i found it it was as far as the distance from the earing to the ground is but the doorknockers on the ears of a stewardess and Alia she fine and she flying im feeling fly by cause my minds on cloud nine and in her mind at the same time pimp see the wings on the underground king whos also cling on to infinity and beyond something realy stinks but i spence like leon or lion in the desert im flying on Pegasus you flying on a pheasant writer of the white powder picker of the fire flower spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappelle skit yea, smell it on my unicorn we snort the white horse and toot my own horns (sleet)
(Chorus 2-white man) you been getting too much light lu (dumb it down) you make em wanna do right lu (dumb it down) they're getting selfasteem lu
(dumb it down) these girls is tryna be queens lu (dumb it down) they're tryna graduate from school lu (dumb it down) they're starting to think that smart is cool lu (dumb it down) they're tryna get up out the hood lu (dumb it down) i'll tell you what you should do (dumb it down)
(Verse 3-Lupe Fiasco) and im brainless which means im headless like Icabar Craine is or foreplay-less sex is which makes me sainless with no neck left to hang a chain with which makes me neck less less like a necklace death and i aint use my headrest yet they say they need proof like a vestless chest about to best fair FF jet in the nest to excuse confidence and access debts even scuba steve will find it hard to breathe around these leagues my snorkle is a tuba luda ruler around these seas westside Poseidon westside beside him chest high and rising almost touching the knees of stewardess and the pilot lucky they make flowered personal floating devices is falling out of sleeves David Blane, make it rain, make a boat i make a plane then i pull the plug and i make it drain until i feel like flowing and filling it up again (westside)
(Chorus 3-Gemini) You be putting me to sleep nigga (dumb it down) thats why you aint poppin in the streets nigga (dumb it down) you aint winning no awards nigga (dumb it down) robots and skate boards nigga? (dumb it down) GQ man of the year G (dumb it down) shit aint rocking over hear B (dumb it down) why dont you talk about your cars nigga (dumb it down) and what the f**k is go yard nigga? (dumb it down) make it rain for the chicks (dumb it down) poor champaign on a bitch (dumb it down) what the f**k is wrong with you? (dumb it down) how can i get on a song with you? (dumb it down)
(Gemini speaking Look B heres my math my 2way uhh, this right here take this, that right there f**k with my boy Faradon nigga, nigga you hot to me i like you
(Lupe Fiasco mix) Listen G they told me i should come down cousin but i flatley refused i aint dumb down nothing
[Lupe Fiasco] Uhh.. yeah He just sits, and watches the people in the boxes Everything he sees he absorbs and adopts it Heeeeee mimics and he mocks it Really hates the box but he can't remember how to stop, it Uhh, so he continues to watch it Hopin that it'll give him somethin that he can box with Or how the locksmith, see the box as, locked in the box Ain't got the combination to unlock, it That's why he watch-es, scared to look away Cause at that moment, it might show him What to take off the locks with So he chained hisself to the box, took a lock and then he locked it Swallowed the combination and then forgot, it As the doctors jot it all down, with they pens and pencils The same ones that took away his voice And just left this instrumental, like that
[Chorus: Jonah Matranga] + (Lupe) And he never lies (he never lies, he never lies, uhh) And he never lies (uhh, he never lies, he never lies, no) And he never lies (he never lies) Cause he never said anything at all
[Lupe Fiasco] He just sits, and listens to the people in the boxes Everything he hears he absorbs and adopts it Anything not comin out the box he blocks it See he loves to box and hope they never stop it Anything the box tell him to do, he does it Anything it tell him to get, he shops and he cops it He protects the box, locks it in a box when he goes to sleep, but he never sleeps Cause he stays up to watch it, scared to look away Cause at that moment, it might get stolen And that's the last of the boxes So he chained hisself to the box, took a lock and then he locked it Swallowed the combination and then forgot, it As the doctors jot it all down, with they pens and pencils The same ones that took away his voice And just left this instrumental, like that
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[Lupe Fiasco] (Anything at all..) He never lies Uhh, and you can't tell me just who you are You buyin them clothes just to hide those scars You built that roof just to hide those stars Now you can't take it back to the start And you can't tell me just who you are You buyin them clothes just to hide those scars You built that roof just to hide those stars Now you can't take it back to the start
[Chorus]
[Lupe Fiasco] (Anything at all.. anything at all..) Uhh, and you can't tell me just who you are You buyin them clothes just to hide those scars You built that roof just to hide those stars Now you can't take it back to the start And you can't tell me just who you are You buyin them clothes just to hide those scars You built that roof just to hide those stars Now you can't take it back to the start {*repeats and fades as Jonah ad libs*}
(Intro - Lupe Fiasco Sample) Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store He bought it with the money he got from his chores He robbed the candy shop told 'em lay down on the floor Put the cookies in the bag; take the pennies out the drawer
Little Khalil 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 in the school in his black book bag His black nail polish, black boots and black hair He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass
(Verse One: 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 throat as she put her hands to pray Just five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball That's what my commander say How old? Well, I'm like 10, 11 Been fightin' 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 cannon give me courage not to fear no one To feel 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
(Chorus: Nikki Jean) Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you There's a war, but 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
(Verse Two: Lupe Fiasco) Now here comes the march of the boy brigade A macabre parade of the toys he made And shemaghs and shades who look half his age About half the size of the flags they wave And camouflaged suits made to fit youths 'Cause the ones off the dead soldiers hang a little loose With AK-47's that they shootin' into heaven Like they tryin' to kill the Jetsons It's Struggle's little recruits Cute, smileless, heartless, violent Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways Can't write they own names or read the words that's on they own graves Think you, gangsta? Popped a few rounds? These kids'll 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
(Chorus: Nikki Jean) Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you There's a war, but 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
(Verse Three: Bishop G) Imagine if I had to console the families Of those slain I slayed on game consoles I aim, I hold, right trigger to squeeze Press “up,” then “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 leave, resume activity Start and blow hearts apart, sharp wizardry Next part, I insert code to sweeten up The little person's murder workload I tell 'em they work for CIA with a A operative, I operate this game all day I hold the controller connected to the soldier with weapons on the shoulder He's only seconds older than me My playful but serious Now keep that online for online experience
(Chorus: Nikki Jean) Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you There's a war, but 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
[Matthew Santos] The stars are alive, and the path is colliding the plan is arriving, and she's out there smiling the fear is upon us, the skies tried to warn us their perils are goners, no children to mourn us it's driving me crazy this whore is my lady we've lost all our babies and God is amazing the tick of the timer, the slip of the rhymer the pimp and the riser your cross there you'll find her hey, hey
[CHORUS] Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers streets are on fire tonight
[Lupe][Verse 1] Disease the virus is spreading in all directions no safe zone no cure and no protection no symptoms define the signs of an infection no vaccines, remedies, and no corrections Quarantine the dreams and seal off the connections don't let them in not a friend not a reflection everybody's got it and want you to have it next and don't accept them if you want to stay as an exception no 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 and 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 physiological 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 scientist say it only affects the mind the little boy said it only affects the girls the preacher man said it's going to kill off the soul a bum said it's going to kill the whole wide world.
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[Verse 2] Believe some say the neon signs by the loudspeakers repeating that everything is fine; a subtle solace to demolish the troubled conscience of a popus with no knowledge and every freedom denied every dream is designed and broadcasted from the masters to the masses from the antennas on the top of the shrines refine the receiver and plant it during the panic and short it, it reports back everything in your mind, everything is lying everything is dying, everything is a rule everything is a crime, everything was here then everything rewind the new weather burned the feathers off everything flying (And she likes it, and she loves it) the sadness, the madness, the bash it the lavish, the fastest, the clashes, the ashes to ashes everything intertwined my femme fatale my darling fraudulent angel once caught her changing 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 scientist said she's all inside my mind the little boy said what happened to all the girls the preacher man said she's going to kill off your soul the dope boy said it's the whole wide world
She said there was no love in her heart. Cause one day a rapist attacked her and broke that all apart. She said there was no way to fix it or to cover her scars. Then one day a guy came along and probably could help her start. He was sincere, made her believe it was safe for her to trust again. Before long she was cool with givin hugs to him. Knew that it was right, cause something was wrong, the alarms in her mind didn't tell her that he didn't belong. There was no...
He said nobody else ever loved him. That's why he get high enough to go touch the heavens above him. Vividly remembers every pipe, every needle that stuck'em. Every alley he ever slept in, every purse that he snuck in. Every level of hell he's been to and the one that he's stuck in. The one he can't escape, even though it's of his own construction. Maybe you can't relate, maybe you one of those that just doesn't. Maybe he doesn't care, loves to allow these demons to come in with no...
Famine striking his home, landing no social standing in the economic pecking order. Emergency relief distribution systems is in disorder, he's checking water making sure it's safe enough for his daughter to float across in the boat he built. Hopefully strong enough to support her. Praying border patrols don't catch her ass process and deport her before she reach the shore of the land of the free. Where they feed you, treat you like equals. Deceive you, stamp you, and call you illegal when there's an...
There's someone here, and it's not me How could this be? I locked my doors Kept my armies on my shores Point my rockets at my sky I'm so fortified I built my walls so high (so high) So, why? (So, why?) ...are there...
Dedicate dedicate ( Lupe speaking ) Uh this one right here goes out To my homie with the dream Nahmean
( Verse 1 ) He said 'I write what I see' Write to make it right Don't like where I be I like to make it like The sights on tv Quite the great life So nice and easy See now you can still die from that But it's better than not being alive from straps Agreed A mead notebook and a Bic that click When it's pushed and a wack ass beat Thats a track thats weak That he got last week Cuz everybody in the studio Was like "thats that heat" A bass heavy medley with a sample from the 70s With a screwed up hook that went STACK THAT CHEESE Something somethin somethin STACK THAT CHEESE Mother sister cousin STACK THAT CHEESE He couldnt think of nothin STACK THAT CHEESE He turns down the beat writers block impedes Crying from the next room a baby in need Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep That plus a black cadillac on D's Is what keep him on track to be a great MC
( Chorus: Nikki Jean ) One you never heard of I push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but Hip Hop has saved my life ( Repeat )
( Verse 2 ) Reps Northside so he rocks them braids Eleven hundred friends on his myspace page Stack that cheese got seven hundred plays Producer made him take it down Said he had to pay Open mic champ 2 weeks in a row Ex D-boy with a B-boy flow Glow like Leroy you should see boy go Got a daddy servin life and a brother on The Row Best homie in the grave Tatted up while in the cage Minutemaid got his momma workin like a slave Down baby momma who he really had to honor Cuz she was his biggest fan Even let him use the Honda Drive up to Dallas went to open up for amateurs Let him keep her debit card So he could put gas in it Told her when he get on He gonna take her to the gallery Buy up everything but the mannequins ya dig
( Chorus ) One you never heard of I push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but Hip Hop has saved my life ( Repeat )
( Verse 3 ) His man called said "your time might be now" They played your freestyle over "Wipe me down" They played it two times Said it might be crowned As the best thing out the H-TOWN in a while He picked up his son with a great big smile Rapped every single word to the newborn child Then he put em down and went back to the kitchen Put on another beat and got back to the mission Of get his momma out the hood Put her somewhere in the woods Keep his lady lookin good Have her rolling like she should Show his homies theres a way Other than flippin' yay Bail his homie outta jail Put a lawyer on his case Throw a concert for the school Show the shorties thats it cool Throw some candy on the caddy Chuck the duece and act a fool Man it feels good when it happens like that Two days from goin back to sellin' crack yessir
( Chorus ) One you never heard of I push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but Hip Hop has saved my life ( Repeat 3x )
<i>[Intro: x2]</i> Let's peruse the essential of cool A brief study of the things so instrumental to you That make me feel flyer than lobbys at bellevues An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school Now
<i>[Lupe Fiasco:]</i> In my Fall of Rome jeans, my headporter wallet My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Chen clock shit My not go to college but my street smart polished Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school One of Jay-z's boys now I'm skating in your pools Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules Like a young fifty I'm on my world tour Good morning Singapore I'm bringing the sun with me From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies Parisian sensibilities so stay out the vicinity of
<i>[Bridge:]</i> Yea, yea she loves it over here It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear
<i>[Chorus:]</i> Got my gold watch And my gold chain With my fancy car And my diamond ring With my fancy broad And she full grain So it's no words And it's no slang And I'm no trick And I'm no lame It's just so sick That she's so game It's just yea, yea she loves it over here <i>[x4]</i>
<i>[Lupe Fiasco:]</i> I like zip-t, candles and Maharishi sandals And Dita sunglasses and Purple Murder Service samples I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle Such a good designer Junya Wantanabe got genu I like Yohji Yamamoto and I might roll solo Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos I like Mont Blanc pens and Moleskine paper I like go-yard bags and green Now-n-Laters Monical magazines and Japanese manga Futura Nosferatu's and HTM trainers I like street fighter 2 I just really hate Zangief If only Ken and Ryu I find it hard to beat Blanca I keep a Wii Nun-chuk hanging and a uncle album banging If you negative in energy stay of the vicinity of...
<i>[Chorus:]</i> Got my gold watch And my gold chain With my fancy car And my diamond ring With my ghetto broad And she's so plain Gotta couple SCARS And one of those long names And she fight a nigga And cusses wit no shame And her ex-man had her baggin up cocaine But she.. <i>[x4]</i> It's just yea, yea she loves it over here
And my most coveted thing is my high self-esteem And the low tolerance for them telling me how to lean See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen See the wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king Now God don't like ugly, ain't too happy bout pretty I am ignorance's enemy so stay out of the vicinity of...
Yea, Yea the niggas over there Yea, Yea now look at what I wear
(Chorus Pooh Bear & Snoop Dogg) Gather 'round, go ahead and stare These street folk don't need permission My life's in high definition Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears I don't need no intermission My life's in high definition
(Verse One - Lupe Fiasco) And my return It's more like a re-up I hold a hoe like a tea cup World in one hand, while the other hand throw the peace up My other hand throwin' we without the E up I got like five more, man I'm somethin' like Sheeva And if all wrong number four deluxe See I been around the world like the gnome But I come from a zone where the homes are beat up The folks on loans and the stones are beat up Police tap my phones, got my songs on speaker Said he's spat the poems got they domes all geeked up To get up on they domes and become young leaders Oprah put it on my culture now that ain't wrong Imus got it from the rhymers now that ain't blown They gave my man forty-four now they ain't long I put it all on my shoulders now that ain't strong I made it out alive from the streets of the westside C-H-I Now if that ain't home you better tell 'em
(Chorus Pooh Bear & Snoop Dogg) Gather 'round, go ahead and stare These street folk don't need permission My life's in high definition Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears I don't need no intermission My life's in high definition
(Verse Two - Lupe Fiasco) And in my flyness I've become the hero and the sidekick The rider and the nigga that'll ride with In your ear like the maker of the vivrant Assalam alaikum to the nigga of the Vivrant Them other niggas I don't vibe with Now I was about three when the eyes went But I can see everything that you trying to be You can't hide it, while you comin' out your throats like the Heimlich I came up the belly like a hop script Only my circumstance revised it Hijacked the road and went and shot the pilot I'm trying to go public so I can get the private Been so busy then go and get the pirates Then hit Africa try to fix the virus Go back to the hood tell Huggie open the hydrants R.I.P. Stack B, I'ma keep you alive, kid Dressed in somethin' so fresh and wonderful FnF and S-N-Double-O-P!
(Chorus Pooh Bear & Snoop Dogg) Gather 'round, go ahead and stare These street folk don't need permission My life's in high definition Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears I don't need no intermission My life's in high definition
(Verse Three - Snoop Dogg) Loopy it's Snoopy, let's go out Tiptoe through the door do it Doggystyle And tell all my chicks in Chi-i-cago Loopy hit the lotto, Snoopy hit the bottle Dolemite tight they bite and might follow Take this chill pill, little nigga swallow Recital is very homicidal The big screen will capture you 'cause it's high definition Listen cookin' collard greens in the kitchen Them alphabet boys on the mission If you out to get cash you better get it quick fast 'Cause nowadays niggas get to snitchin' on your bitch ass Even your boys best believe in them toys Especially when a nigga know your real name BLAM! BLAM! went the blammer Smile nephew you on candid camera Film at eleven Dressed in somethin' so fresh and wonderful FnF and S-N-Double-O-P!
(Chorus Pooh Bear & Snoop Dogg) Gather around, go ahead and stare These street folk don't need permission My life's in high definition Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears I don't need no intermission My life's in high definition
[Intro] I know, I know but I gotta get up outta here, you know, I gotta go pay these bills, I got a show to do, you know? One time, for your mind.
[Chorus] Let's go to sleep in Paris, and wake up in Tokyo. Have a dream in New Orleans, Fall in love in Chicago, Mayne. Wherever I go she goes.
[Verse 1] I love her And I hate to leave her lonely Ring ring went the Iphone, it was my homie He said, "let's hit Japan, If we can make 'em jam, We can make a hundred grand, Spend it in the south of France Nothing further. "I jumped, Grabbed my go-yard trunk, Got ready to walk it out, like Unk In my John Lennon chucks. That's when I heard Murder You're killin me, you're fillin' me With "sorrow, sunrise, goobye's", And "missin you tomorrow's". I turn to see my dream Love supreme queen, meanest thing on the scene, cry. I drop my bags in a flash That's faster one A-T on that dash-er, To dry your tears. And wipe the rain from my dear like dash-er, Use the dame who's the username to all my pass-words. The reason I get fly as Ivan Jasp-er, I even keep your picture in my pass-purt. (love, love)
[Chorus] Let's go to sleep in Paris, and wake up in Tokyo. Have a dream in New Orleans, Fall in love in Chicago, Mayne.
Then we can land in the motherland, Camelback across the desert sand. Take a train, to Rome, or home, Brazil, forreal. Wherever I go she goes. Wherever I go she goes.
[Verse 2] So let's keep it, real, All in't together, "FREE CHILL!" Tell the stewardess to throw a movie, on the reel. Heat up my kosher meal, exchange my dollar bills, Lean back in my first-class seat, and sleep. Don't wake me till I land, when they barely understand What I speak, but they nod to my beats. I tell my fans who I am and they stand and they clap They applaud. They love me, my God. "O'scadie sama'desta" or maybe "au revoir," "A spree on Saint Henry," then back to Charles de Gaul. So I can get home and tell her everywhere that I been, And, everything that I done, and, Tell her that she's the one, and, um.
[Chorus] Let's go to sleep in Paris, and wake up in Tokyo. Have a dream in New Orleans, Fall in love in Chicago, Mayne.
Then we can land in the motherland, Camelback across the desert sand. Take a train, to Rome, or home, Brazil, forreal. Wherever I go she goes. Wherever I go she goes.
[Verse 3] Uh Guess who's back in the, hooouse, With a bunch of souvenirs, and a smile for your mouth. I really missed you, each and every night I kissed you In my dreams, 'fore I went to sleep, to La-La land to count them sheep. I swear you're lookin prettier than ever, It's got to be a prophecy for us to stay together ever more. For better or, less or poor, all worth the wait in buried treasure X's on the shore. I know my world tour's like war to you, But Ian said, "Aloha," and Harley said, "Cheers!" Julian said, "Bonjour!, "Big O was like "Yeahhhhh!" Amanda and Lemessie want to know when we goin there. Edison sends his love, so does the rest of the club Of the international play-boys and play-yas. But I revoke my membership, all for My Tenderness, She said, "Pursue your interests, 'cause even If I'm ticketless, I'll be there, by your side, In your heart and, on your mind." So, as I taxi down another runway, I Gotcha, who loves you 'baby? Now bring it back, now, uh.
[Chorus] Let's go to sleep in Paris, and wake up in Tokyo. Have a dream in New Orleans, Fall in love in Chicago, Mayne.
Then we can land in the motherland, Camelback across the desert sand. Take a train, to Rome, or home, Brasil, forreal. Wherever I go she goes. Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go sheeeeeee gooooes. Wherever I go sheeeeeeeeeeeee goooooooes.
