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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
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 ) Hip hope has saved my life ( 4X ) |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
(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 |