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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" |
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| 2. |
| 4:02 |
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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. (Sarah Green - to fade) So real.. so real... |
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| 4:24 |
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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 |
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| 4. |
| 4:16 |
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[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 |
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| 5. |
| 3:59 |
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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 |
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| 6. |
| 3:26 |
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[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 [Chorus] [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*} |
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| 4:12 |
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I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't
Let you leave I don't know what you want You want more from me? She said to him "I want you to be a father He's your little boy and you don't even bother Like "brother" without the R And he's starting to harbor Cool and food for thought But for you he's a starver Starting to use red markers on his work His teacher say they know he's much smarter But he's hurt Used to hand his homework in first Like he was the classroom starter Burst to tears Let them know she see us Now he's fighting in class Got a note last week that say he might not pass Ask me if his daddy was sick of us Cause you ain't never pick him up You see what his problem is? He don't know where his poppa is No positive male role model To play football and build railroad models It's making a hole you've been digging it Cause you ain't been kicking it Since he was old enough to hold bottles Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that He don't deserve to get used to that Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard Just breaks my heart When I try to provide and he say 'Mommy that ain't your job' To be a man, I try to make him understand That I'm his number one fan But its like he born from the stands You know the world is out to get him, so why don't you give him a chance?" So he said to him "I want you to be a father I'm your little boy and you don't even bother Like "brother" without the R And I'm starting to harbor Cool and food for thought But for you I'm a starver Starting to use red markers on my work My teacher say they know I'm much smarter But I'm hurt I used to hand my homework in first Like I was the classroom starter Burst to tears Let them know he see us Now I'm fighting in class Got a note last week that say I might not pass Kids ask me if my daddy is sick of us Cause you ain't never pick me up You see what my problem is? That I don't know where my poppa is No positive male role model To play football and build railroad models It's making a hole you've been digging it Cause you ain't been kicking it Since I was old enough to hold bottles Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that I don't deserve to get used to that Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard Just breaks my heart When my momma try to provide and I tell her 'That ain't your job' To be a man, she try to make me understand That she my number one fan But its like you born from the stands You know the world is out to get me, why don't you give me a chance?" |
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| 3:56 |
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Uh, Fresh to def she is
From her steps to the set she is So "death" might not let me live Ya dig Fresh uh huh, yes she is Had a feeling that it would be a day like this The orchestra in my mind don't play like this (naw), But I'm prepared for it Got a lil rare for it Brushed off my airs Even cut my hair for it 'Cause normally I don't care for it Don't even be looking for like, like that Then there go it Yea right over there so I prepare the poet Lil scared my stair lowered Momma said have no fear Plus I'm already outta my chair God love my airs on my square from here forward It's nuthin right so here go it Whisper in the air "its kinda crowded in here" Would she care to blow it she said "yea" [chorus] You're my sunshine (you're my sunshine), You're my moonlight (you're my moonlight), You're the starry skies above me won't you please come down and hug me, Think I found love in this club tonight (Wowowowo) Never met her before But I think I like her like a metaphor It's hard to get In the car we sit From the intro She rolled down her window Just in case I was a schitzo So I compliment her on the common sense I'm calm A lil more confident (Uh Huh) And then we lose consciousness She says "that I've been waiting for you" And I know you been chasing me too Since they kidnapped me from a castle I been thinking of you I told a fire breathing dragon "he bet not harm me" or he be sorry when he meets my one man army And thou has come to rescue me My knight in shining armor, yes you be Woken up by the horn of an SUV I said "see, too beautiful to let you sleep" [chorus] Relationship is just 30 minutes long It's kinda heavy maybe a lil strong "Go and take" much more than once Can't trust what each of us say at least for a month Or two before I bid you adieu Do this one thing for me outta the trillions of numbers that's in the world Just leave me a few that lead to you Won't be longing I see you in the morning [chorus] |
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| 3:56 |
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Daydream
I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day [Lupe Fiasco] As I spy from behind my giant robot's eyes I keep him happy 'cause I might fall out if he cries Scared of heights so I might pass out if he flies Keep him on autopilot 'cause I can't drive Room enough for one I tell my homies they can't ride Unless they sittin on the shoulders but that's way too high Let's try not to step on the children The news cameras filmin This walkin project buildin Now there's hoes sellin hoes like right around the toes And the crackheads beg at about the lower leg There's crooked police that's stationed at the knees And they do drive-bys like up and down the thighs And there's a car chase goin on at the waist Keep a vest on my chest I'm sittin in my room as I'm lookin out the face Somethin to write about I still got some damage from fightin the whitehouse, just a Daydream I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day [Lupe Fiasco] Now come on everybody, let's make cocaine cool We need a few more half naked women up in the pool And hold this MAC-10 that's all covered in jewels And can you please put your titties closer to the 22s? And where's the champagne? We need champagne Now look as hard as you can with this blunt in your hand And now hold up your chain slow motion through the flames Now cue the smoke machines and the simulated rain But not too loud 'cause the baby's sleepin I wonder if it knows what the world is keepin Up both sleeves while he lay there dreamin Me and my robot tip-toe 'round creepin I had to turn my back on what got you paid I couldn't see half the hood on me like Abu Ghraib But I'd like to thank the streets that drove me crazy And all the televisions out there that raised me, I was Daydream I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day Daydream I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day |
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| 3:47 |
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<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah... Yeah... the cool. Turn me up uh-huh.. yeah.. He came back In the same suit that he was buried in Similar to the one his grand father was married in Yes... he was still fresh to death bling, two ear-rings, a chain laying on his chest He still had it cuz they couldn't find it And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it smelled the Hennesy from when his niggas got reminded and poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it, But... He couldn't sip it fast enough So the liquor was just filling the casket up floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister Second Grade hand-writing simply read "I miss ya" Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture Right next to it one of his man's stuck a swisher He had a notion as he laid there soaking Saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open and he... <i>[Chorus]</i> This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie You go and you live then you die... O-oh-oh-ohh If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you breaking the rules Making your moves Paying your dues... Chasing the cool Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it and when he couldn't dirt spit... swollowed it Working like a.. hmm.. reverse archaeologist Except.. his buried treasure was sunshine So when some shined through a hole that he had drove it reflected off the gold and almost made son blind He grabbed on to some grass, he climbed Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots That had got him in the box wringing Henny out his socks Figured it was hours because he wasn't older Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders - so.. With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stay Decided to walk home so he.. <i>[Chorus]</i> He begged for some change to get him on a train "Damn that nigga stank", is what they complained Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames Caught the reflection in the window of what he became A long look... Wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed Matter fact only thing on his brain was brains.. yeah And getting back in his lane, doing his thang First he had to find something to slang Next stop was his block It had the same cops Walked right past the same spot where he was shot Shocked that some lil' niggas tried to sell him rocks It just felt weird being on the opposite They figured that he wasn't from there so they pulled out and robbed him with the same gun they shot him with Put it to his head and said "You scared ain't ya?" He said: "Hustler for death. No heaven for a gangsta." <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 4:23 |
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yeah.. this one right here
i dedicate this one right here to everyone out there you DIG~~ Now I ain't tryna be the greatest I used to hate hip-hop... yup, because the women degraded But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited half Omittin the word "bitch," cursin I wouldn't say it Me and dog couldn't relate, til a bitch I dated Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked Yeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealin But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks For children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins with pots Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written" In the mix with my realities and feelings Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic vision I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop My mom can't feed me, my boyfriend beats me I have sex for money, the hood don't love me The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me And I got noooo place to gooo They bomb my village, they call us killers Took me off they welfare, can't afford they health care My teacher won't teach me, my master beats me And it huuurts meee soooul I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott 'Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti I'm thinkin godly, God guard me from the ungodly But by my 30th watchin of "Streets is Watchin" I was back to givin props again and that was botherin By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touchin you The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was comin true And it was all becoming cool I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum into and thought What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they drop it The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it It seems I was seein the same scene adopted Prevalent in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it They said don't knock it, mind ya business His business isn't mine and that nigga pimpin got it They took my daughter, we ain't got no water I can't get hired, they cross on fire We all got suspended, I just got sentenced So I got noooo place to gooo They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time They talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader My father ain't seen me, turn off my TV 'Cause it huuurts meee soooul So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening Macintosh marketing Oil field augering Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation Islamic martyrdom, precise Yeah, laser guided targeting Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborin Sand camouflage army men CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that They say I'm infected, this is why I injected I had it aborted, we got deported My laptop got spyware, they say that I can't lie here But I got noooo place to gooo I can't stop eatin, my best friend's leavin My pastor touched me, I love this country I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me 'Cause it huuurts meee soul (Thanks to JT for these lyrics) |
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| 4:41 |
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Uh, close your mind, close your eyes, see with your heart
How do you forgive the murderer of your father? The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr Terrorist We came through the storm Nooses on our necks, and a smallpox blanket to keep us warm On a 747 on the Pentagon lawn?wake up! The alarm clock is connected to a bomb Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm Shorty ain't learned to walk, already heavily armed Civilians and lil' children is especially harmed Camouflage Torahs, Bibles, and glorious Qu'rans The books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there Have become misinterpreted reasons for warfare We read 'em with blind eyes, I guarantee you there's more there Rich must be blind 'cause they ain't see the poor there! ...Yeah Need to open up a park, just close 10 schools, we don't need them Can you please call the fire department, they down here marchin' for freedom Burn down all they tepees, turn the TVs on to teach them, and move! The more money that they make, the more money that they make The better and better they live Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take Whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn The better and better they get American Terrorist Now a poor Klu Klux man see that we all brothers Not 'cause things the same, but 'cause we lack the same color And that's green, now that's mean Can't burn his cross, 'cause he can't afford the gasoline Now if a Muslim woman's strapped with a bomb on the bus With the seconds runnin' give you the jitters Just imagine an American-based Christian organization Plannin' to poison water supplies to bring the Second Coming quicker Nigga, they ain't livin' properly Break 'em off with a lil' democracy Turn they whole culture to a mockery Give 'em Coca-Cola for they property Give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun But if they ain't givin' it up, then they ain't gettin' none And don't give 'em all, naw, man, just give 'em some It's the paper, some of these cops must be Al-Qaeda, nigga, uh! The more money that they make, the more money that they make The better and better they live Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take Whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn The better and better they get American Ter-ro-rist The more money that they make, the more money that they make The better and better they live Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take Whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn The better and better they get American Ter-ro-rist Don't give the black man food, give red man liquor Red man fool, black man nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give black man crack, Glocks, and things Give red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Don't give the black man food, give the red man liquor Red man fool, black man nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give the black man crack, glocks and things Give the red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back |
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I told you I would show up screaming FNF Till the world, blow up, they said I was so finished I told 'em its show business Meaning it's no business, since Fiasco's in it Disrespect the dress code; wear my street clothes in it Measured, sold, and clothed in it Opened up clones, after I entered and drove in it, like unh <i>[Hook:]</i> Only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the hard And never fall asleep <i>[Verse 2:]</i> Roll in it, let music bumping, windows tinted Through they neighborhoods and all of the wolves in it It's already controlled in it Seen it come and go, selling they soul in it Diamond and gold plated Fountain of youth, dipping my toes in it Bounced in the booth, spit it, like scolding it Putting my heart and my soul in it Cause <i>[Hook:]</i> I only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the hard And never fall asleep <i>[Bridge:]</i> Once upon a time, not long ago Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po' <i>[Verse 3:]</i> With fifteen in the clip and one in the hold Hallway wall full of bricks, only some of us know None of us know the makers of the toast Like the bottom of the stove, that was used in the murderin' of the scroll Heart colder than EDs Won't let the CD's city defeat me Rub me out like genies; smoke a sweet to my graffiti Nigga what <i>[Hook:]</i> I only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the hard And I will never sleep <i>[Verse 4:]</i> Marvin Billups said what's up to the reaper Hell met like Riddell and high water hello To the five year old gunshot killer, I hear ya Clearer than the invisible man in the mirror Cheer up, I'll put in on the bars like beer nuts Put a bug in they ear, so from here up, they hear us <i>[Hook:]</i> Then we only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the hard And we will never sleep <i>[Bridge:]</i> Once upon a time, not long ago Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po' <i>[Verse 5:]</i> I put it on my grand mama's daughter My microphone control of the soul of slave humming "Wading in the Water" I author like DW's brother, like a hustler God place me in ya armor, I prescribe no partners I do it for the hood like a parka And tell my niggas not to shiver Only time we quiver like a archer is <i>[Hook:]</i> Cause we only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the hard And we will never sleep <i>[Verse 6:]</i> Here we are now, entertain us Change don't change us Ever since the game trained us We came up like worms in the rain I dream my chain became a loose noose that was used to hang us So now, my insane brain, my 32 teeth And two feet creep like its Elm Street Cause <i>[Hook:]</i> I only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the hard And I will never sleep <i>[Bridge:]</i> Once upon a time, not long ago Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po' He said... |
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Look at what we did, came a long way from Dirty Ghetto Kids (Uh, yeah)
Look at what we did, came a long way from Dirty Ghetto Kids (Yeah) You know what it is (Haha, uh, uh, come on) When the cops didn't find him for grindin' though They kinda blew the vibe, figured it was time to go Plus, he had to at home a long time ago And he had made like ten dollars off the sign he wrote It read, "A little hungry, and need a little money, It's for my little sister, and her little tummy." Wasn't lyin' though didn't go buy hydro Went to the restaurant and bought two gyros 'Cause he knew they wasn't cooking where he lived Da-kook-akook-akook's now took him to the crib A little hurt from the rail he took into the ribs Right bast the pushers who couldn't underdig "What's the use of pushin' if you ain't pushin' none of this" If I kick with y'all I'm just pushin' for a bit But, what was on his mind had pushed him to the lid They best customer wasn't cooking for a kid Yes sir [Chorus] So he kick, push Over his shoulders he swore he'd never look 'Cause wasn't nothin' back there but the blackness Life wasn't too attractive (Yeah, uh) And so he kick, push Over his shoulders he swore he'd never look 'Cause wasn't nothin' back there but the blackness Life wasn't too attractive (yeah) You see his mom was a crackhead and his father couldn't be contacted He lived with being different, was combated Amongst the other things on his young, black head And see, his girl was a white girl But, just cause she was white, see her life wasn't light-world She, too had the drama thick Had a daddy and a momma, but her daddy used to momma hit Daddy caught something, chasing fatties made her momma sick Couldn't afford the medicine, pimped it to the pharmacist As suicidal feelings would rise, switch over to transitions, helped her conquer it Pays for her momma's pills with a sponsorship A cell phone bill and a Honda kit Uh-huh And that's why she skates with him Someone to feel her pain and her place to be [Chorus] A traveling band of misfits and outcasts Knock their heads from Misfits to Outkast A lot of scars, they did this without pads A lot of hearts, who did this without dads One's father was filthy rich, two was middle class, and one was homeless Add in a paralyzed girl in a wheelchair who just liked to watch it, that was the whole clique I think about it every time I see this old flick That was taken in the park, in front of this old bench They wrote on the back, "You thank for push, kick, hope you make a video, the beat is so sick." Well, I did, I hope you seen it It's on MTV, Soundtrack's a genius Love from Tony Hawk, beat from the Ice Creamer's Before we out it out had to pay the Filipino's Just to show 'em how [Chorus] |
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