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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
You would never know
If you could ever be If you never try You would never see Stayed in Africa We ain't never leave So there were no slaves in our history Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn't he See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything [Lupe Fiasco-Verse 1] Uh, and we ain't get exploited White man ain't feared so he did not destroy it We ain't work for free, see they had to employ it Built it up together so we equally appointed First 400 years, see we actually enjoyed it Constitution written by the W.E.B. Du Bois Were no reconstructions, civil war got avoided Little black sambo grows up to be a lawyer Extra extra on the news stands Black woman voted head of Ku Klux Klan Malcolm Little dies as a old man Martin Luther King read the eulogy for him Followed by bill o'reilly who read from the Quran President bush sends condolences from Iran Where fox news reports live That Ahmadinejad wins Mandela peace prize [Hook] [Lupe Fiasco-Verse 2] Uh, and it ain't no projects Keepin it real is not an understood concept Yea, complexions not a contest Cuz racism has no context Hip-hop ain't got a section called conscious Everybody rappin like crack never happened Crips never occurred nor bloods to attack them Matter a fact no hood to attack in Somalia is a great place to relax in Fred Astaire was the first to do a backspin The rat pack was cool group of black men That inspired the five white guys called the jacksons Eminem fitted in but then again he inspired a black rapper tryin to mimic him And thats a really rose up out of michigan, the sign of white rapper by the name of 50 cent [Hook] [Lupe Fiasco-Verse 3] Uh, and I know it's just a fantasy I cordially invite you to ask why can't it be Now we can do nothing bout the past But we can do something about the future that we have We can make fast or we can make it last Every woman queenin' and every man a kingin' When those color lines come we can't seen between We just close our eyes till its all black everything |
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from Body Of War: Songs That Inspired An Iraq War Veteran [best, ost] (2008)
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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from People Speak [ost] (2009)
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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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
They thought it was cool to burn crosses in your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your backyard.
They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty and stranded, Katrina. He thought it was cool to carry a gun in his classroom and open fire, Virginia Tech columbine, Stop the violence. They thought it was cool to tear down the projects and put up million dollar condos, Gentrification. They think it's cool to stand on the block hiding products in their socks making quick dime bag dollars. They think it's cool to to ride down on you in blue and white unmarked cars, bustin you upside yo head. Freeze....cause the problem is we think its cool too. Check your ingredients, before you overdose, on the cool. |
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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
[Chorus:]
There's only two ways, out, of, here, If your too late you'll be trapped here, forever. There's only two ways... out, of, here, Ones through the door, the others through Me Sometimes livin' in a word like this, It's pretty hard not to go insane, Not pretty if you don't comply, Pretty easy if you don't complain, Stand there like you don't feel pain, No tears in the face of defeat, Pretend to the end that you don't feel change, Don't admit it that your faith is weak, Don't say that you feel like dying, Life's hard that it feels like diamonds, Go home, shit's far too gone, Much too late to even feel like trying, Can't understand what I'm saying, Can't figure out what I'm implying, If you feel you don't want to be alive, You feel just how I am... I'm on the dark side, And you can't come find me, How? when it's light all around you, Yeah but it's dark on the inside, No win when it's me against me, One of us ain't gonna survive, My heart been broke for a while, Yours has been the one keeping me alive [Chorus:] There's only two ways, out, of, here, If your too late you'll be trapped here, forever. There's only two ways... out, of, here, Ones through the door, the others through Me This world's such a fucked up place, My mind's in such a fucked up shape Everything down here sucks, Maybe what's up there is great, We all gotta go one day, I just wanna cut to the chase, I wanna stop these nightmares, I just wanna touch your face, All you see is all my feats, All I see is all my flaws, All I can hear is all my demons, Even through your applause, All you see is all my flights, All I see is all my falls, All you see is all my rights, All I see is all my wrongs, Go on keep telling me to fight, Gun on my table telling me to come on Tellin me to put it inside my head, Then put it up right next to my dome, Don't keep tellin me to find a reason, Anything to keep me from squeezing Simplest things yeah you really like summer You really like music, you really like reading I can't win if it's me against me One of us ain't gon survive And my heart been broke for a while Yours been the one keeping me alive Yours been the one keeping me alive Yours been the one keeping me alive [Chorus:] There's only two ways, out, of, here, If your too late you'll be trapped here, forever. There's only two ways... out, of, here, Ones through the door, the others through Me |
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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
[Hook] I waited all the night to play I still can't find a way But if I work it one more day I might just break the Chain I might just break the Chain I might just break the Chain Lupe Fiasco [Verse 1] Freedom, we can use some of that especially where we from Where we grew up like a green thumb Its like a criminal is the only thing you can become Look at what I became Something like a phenom, nothin but a g thang Things I've seen when I'm looking out of these frames Pictures I painted on the walls where we hang From the trees we hung Strange fruit man look at how we swung How the hell you gonna tell us something We ain't have a father How to try to grow up and be one See umm feel it in my bones That I'm sittin on a throne Like a killer with a crone When I slit another poach Shed a whole lot of light on a little bit of home [Hook] I waited all the night to play I still can't find a way But if I work it one more day I might just break the Chain I might just break the Chain I might just break the Chain Sway [Verse 2] Super swatter, the kid remains but I represent I ain't no paper planes. I'm fly Plus, I dont write no more, sorta from the top I'll show you razor stay sharp But I knew how to razor blade I've paid my dues and now I wait for change Because the flows so rude It goes without asking Lupe I'm so big, you aim to break ??????????????????????????? [Hook] I waited all the night to play I still can't find a way But if I work it one more day I might just break the Chain I might just break the Chain I might just break the Chain Lupe Fiasco [Verse 3] Chain broke, you ain't make a rep for your chain smoke No cigarrettes on my plane, yo Stunt your ham bones from the game though Put it on mine, take a long time B-A-Barock is how I'm livin' online On a webisode like let's go let 'em know That I put up the footage that I'm takin' your shine Wanna see the real change? look in your mind Your brain look like your ? brotha Overgrow, overload, broken zone Niggas playing games in the hood they got you stuck-up Playa thinkin' that its cool to be a pimp still We gon' set it free like a fish in a ?? Take this home, rearrange it, change it Danger, Sway-zer, Lupe Laser. Pow! [Hook] I waited all the night to play I still can't find a way But if I work it one more day I might just break the Chain I might just break the Chain I might just break the Chain |
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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
[Verse 1:]
This one goes out to the baby girls In a rush growing up in this crazy world Yeah your brother on the road and he never home I know you feeling kinda sad now that daddy gone You can't let it get you sad, gotta carry on We only lose things because it make us strong You always had my love, and now you got a song From the biggest biggest fan that you've ever known I know you want me, little girls, not for very long And you ain't gotta have a man if you don't ever want Cause I'm gonna make sure you got two of everything That you ever want, every time, like your very own Not to make you hard to respect Just really really really really hard to impress It's a whole wide world for you to go and get your hands on Until then, just come and get your dance on now [Hook:] I see you coming up I'm a get you going down You will never work, you'll be wealthy Just as long as I'm around [Verse 2:] This for everybody feeling good You know who you are, or you misunderstood Never had money, or you living good If you from the burbs, if you in the hood Recognize where we come from In my day, mane, I did a little somethin some- They like "how come you don't rap that? " Cause that's a backtrack and I ain't tryna back back I'm only moving forward homie that's that Direction, a lot of shoulders lack that I'm just tryna give it to 'em like [?] Now I know I'm gonna make out like a fat rat That's cool as long as they don't trap crack Graduate from school, and still let his pants sag Never catch a case, know how to let his cash stack Welcome to the [?] [Hook] [Bridge:] When the floor falls out I'm a be there to carry you And if you want that star I'll go get it out the sky for you If you cry, shed a tear I'm a dry your eyes Just to let you know it'll be alright [Verse 3:] I know it's like a whole lot going on Things going right, things going wrong Maybe baby, I've been waiting for you so long Know that in this world you're never really on your own Yeah I got a [?] get him on the phone He'll never put you places where you don't belong Put you through the pain, to put you on the throne And I know that from the bottom of my corazon And if they looking at you sideways You just wave right back, tell 'em hi hater Mad you ain't hanging with 'em in the driveway Nah we gon' keep it moving to the highway [?] like Friday, chilling Shout out to King David for bringing in philly And I'm a put the independent women in the building |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
The coolest niggah... what? [X16]
Lord please have sympathy, and forgive my cool, young history, as The coolest niggah... what? [X4] [Verse 1] I love the Lord, But sometimes it's like that I love me more I love the peace And I love the war I love the seas And I love the shore No love for no beach Baby, that's law But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil I trip, I fall Run up and raw. I love her, with all my heart Every vein, every vessel, Every bullet lodged With every flower that I ever took apart She said - that she would give me greatness, Status, placement above the others My face would grace covers Of the magazines of the hustlers Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams The purpose of our scene, The obscene obsession for the bling She would be my queen, I could be her king Together, she would make me cool And we would both rule, forever, And I would never feel pain And never be without pleasure, ever, again And if the rain stops, And everything's dry She would cry Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes She'll teach me how to fly Even cushion my fall If my engines ever stall And I plummet from the sky But she will keep me high And if I ever die She would comission my image on her bosom To him Or maybe she'd retire as well A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell And I'll be... The coolest niggah... what? [X8] Lord please have sympathy, And forgive my cool, young history as The coolest niggah... what? [X4] [Verse 2] And so began our reign The Trinity, her and I came No weather man could ever stand What her and I can Hella hard Umbrella, whatever, Put plywood on propeller panes, And pray to God that the flood subside 'cause you gonna need a sub till he does reply And not one of Jared's You think it's all arid And everything's irie Another supply That means another July Inside my endless summer That was just the eye of the Unger Felix, 'cause he is the cleanest amongst the Younger, outstanding achieving up-and-comers The ones that had deadbeat daddies And well to do mommas But not well enough to keep 'em from us The ones that were fightin' in class Who might not pass Rap record pressure to laugh And a life not fast "Can you feel it?"[echo] That's what I got asked "Do I love her?"[echo] I said I don't know Streets got my heart, Game got my soul One time's my sunshine will never hurt your soul Quote To a crying, dishonored baby momma Who's the momma to a daughter That I had fathered from afar My new lady gave me a Mercedes And a necklace with a solid gold key Like the starter of a car The opener of a door or two pounds of raw You gave me a baby, but what about lately? Then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd Right up in her face, G There's more fish in the sea, I'm on my mission to be, be The Coolest niggah... what? [X8] Lord please have sympathy, And forgive my cool, young history The Coolest... what? [X4] [Verse 3] Come. These are the tales of The Cool. Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school And seek unholy grails like a fool And hang with the players of the pool Fast talkin' on the hustle No Heaven up above you No Hell underneath ye And nowhere will recieve thee So. Shed no tear When we're not here And keep your faith, As we chase The Cool [echoes] |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
I present the death of The Cool
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? |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
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 |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
[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! |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
[Gemstones]
If we can break down those walls to set you freeee we would, cause we out heeeere... And we miss yooooou... If we could build a ladder that tall to come and see yoooou we would, cause we down heeeere... And we miss yooooou... [Sarah Green and Gemstones] If we can break down those walls to set you freeee we would, cause we out heeeere... And we miss yooooou... If we could build a ladder that tall to come and see yoooou we would, cause we down heeeere... And we miss yooooou... |
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from Chris Brown - Graffiti [Standard Version] (2009)
We gon do what we say see us when see that again call us instant replay see us when see that again call us instant replay cop a coupe and then recoup e call it instant replay say hello to YO goodbyes we continue to heat wave VA to Chicago in a murcielago pretty lil model model model Follow me where I go it look like a slide show it look like a slide show follow me where I go My chain look like a car show her body like a bottle Pretty lil model model model that's why this dude is trippin Steady investigating being a situation waitin hatin I Don't want your girlfriend No I Don't want your girlfriend No I Don't want your girlfriend No I Don't want your girlfriend But she like la la la la la yeah la la la la la yeah la la la la la yeah la la la la la la la I Don't want your girlfriend yeah I Don't want your girlfriend say I Don't want your girlfriend I Don't want your girlfriend She in my la la la la la She in my la la la la la She in my la la la la la She in my la la la la la la la Damn your girl be dranki why she steady sippin I see she got that feelin I see she got that feelin I guess that why he mad for Coz you weren't what he ask for why hella mad for mad for mad for Her chain look like car show body like a bottle Pretty lil model model model that's why this dude is trippiin Steady investigating Being a situation waitin hatin I don't want your girlfriend NO I don't want your girlfriend NO I don't want your girlfriend NO I don't want your girlfriend But she like LA LA LA LA LA yeah LA LA LA LA LA yeah LA LA LA LA LA yeah LA LA LA LA LA LA LA I don't want your girlfriend yeah I don't want your girlfriend say I don't want your girlfriend I don't want your girlfriend She in my LA LA LA LA LA She in my LA LA LA LA LA She in my LA LA LA LA LA She in my LA LA LA LA LA LA LA Shot town down to V A straight walk out them P J Pockets smell like feme's so I fed them cheesecake She wanna know how taste she gave me the please face I gave her the leave face she know what think like Gene Grey Stepped on in so cleanly mastermind in yeezy Your diamonds aint got no class we call them dr Kingly Our watches got them scholarships we knowledge that She fine yo but we don't want your baby girl we will take Your shine though I don't want your girlfriend NO I don't want your girlfriend NO I don't want your girlfriend NO I don't want your girlfriend But she like LA LA LA LA LA yeah LA LA LA LA LA yeah LA LA LA LA LA yeah LA LA LA LA LA LA LA I don't want your girlfriend yeah I don't want your girlfriend say I don't want your girlfriend I don't want your girlfriend She in my LA LA LA LA LA She in my LA LA LA LA LA She in my LA LA LA LA LA She in my LA LA LA LA LA LA LA Don't want your girl Don't want your girl Don't want your girl Don't want your girl Why she singing just like |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
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 Go baby! (Hoo hoo) (x16) |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now) I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey) City in the whole wide world (hey) City in the whole wide world (hey) I got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow I`m back I`m back I`m cool I`m cool It`s our identity All me No ghost no 16 bit like sega genesis All g ball on the ball soundtrack on the track gemini on the job shayla g on the g sarah green for the green free chilly And I`m back on my thing for the listeners What you are about to to witness is Lu new valuable album 2 Get ready for the ghetto ghetto images From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n Potent so get your oak pen Move like a nigga supposed to Get your dough on the go with the flow That I`m holdin I`m on my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow Love, got the windy city on my back So I`m back on my grizzle like a bearskin rug Put some lain on the floor blame it on the goat Little rapper turn it out cause I`m very pluh I convert I can work anywhere any word you can ask my brother huh He`ll concur that I`m sers with the worst with the man up above thank you very much That I got what I got and I`m at where I`m at like an a in a circle with a pay little erkel What they say when they see og from the f to the f to the amazing verbals They race in circles like they raisin a gerbil I race in a circle like I`m raisin a horse I`m racin a porsche while they racin in place They race in a cage I race on a course COURSE That case in the court did not defer the dream I am still a raising man with sun raging against the machine From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n Potent so get your oak pen Move like a nigga supposed to Get your dough on the go with the flow That I`m holdin I`m on my go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now) I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now) I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey) City in the whole wide world (hey) City in the whole wide world (hey) Hey hey don`t hate on me My tank on full your tank on e Look good on you look good on me Cause I`m a go and never gon s-t-o-p Like hey hey don`t hate on me My tank on full your tank on e Look good on you look great on me Cause I`m a go and never gon s-t-o-p Like hey hey I`m the boss Rock genuine time not de lacoste be on clean and phenom jeans Little rap is like azemof I let my momma into rhyming and she raised me off A 80s baby on file like a safety off Got my hood ridin high on 28s Off of everything that`s gon be like a 84 And they in love with him and I`m in love with them And we never ride dubs again No we won`t Tryna get above the rim A little too short to dunk So we donk From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n Potent so get your oak pen Move like a nigga supposed to Get your dough on the go with the flow I`m on my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now) I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now) I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey) City in the whole wide world (hey) City in the whole wide world (hey) I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now) I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now) I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey) City in the whole wide world (hey) City in the whole wide world |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
<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 <i>[repeat chorus]</i> |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
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 |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
(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 |
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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 - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
I'm not a choo-choo, I'm a turbo
Hater pray to God that I turn slow Like I'm sipping on purple But I ain't on your glow I'm in a whole 'nother circle Trying to keep it clean like church clothes Said that respect was something had to work for But that ain't gonna work though Get your respect, but lose all my worth, no You can dead that, get a hearse, go Don't need 48 you'll find a killer in the first floor It was me boy, to commercials Feeling out of place like PETA at a fur store So I left with a couple dozen fur coats Said I could never break away from your hold Watch me, turn though Said that I blew it like Turquoise Just mad hear it all in your word choice Know it hurts but I really don't care though Let me rub it in, get it all up in that ho MDMA: I can see the morning creeping up on us It's like the world's in my hands now I'm feeling so rebellious from all of the envy crowding around me I don't wanna care right now I don't wanna care right now No I really don't, really don't, wanna care right now [Verse 2] Oh God over everything You fly but stars over everything And I'm one of them, yeah one of them Oh I'm not one? Well I'm a hundred then I'm a hundred mother loving stars You're no lights, you're an undercover car I'm an ambulance, and a fire truck, and some strobe lights, tied up! Shining all in your eyes, all out of yours and all into mines Lights and stars is all intertwined And I'm feeling like Malcolm looking all out the blinds Any means any means, and you can do anything anything And the flow tight, skinny jeans, skinny jeans Hit you like Pacquiao, Philippines Philippines MDMA: I can see the morning creeping up on us It's like the world's in my hands now I'm feeling so rebellious from all of the envy crowding around me I don't wanna care right now I don't wanna care right now No I really don't, really don't, wanna care right now [Verse 3] Ya'll know on the letter homie, Lupe, yes sir, who they? They yester, and I'm today, and tomorrow, hooray Can I get a hip-hip for the new K-I-N-G, nigga, I am G Got the game in the clutch like Iron Sheik You ball little boy, But I N-B-A With a hand for the world, you a boy band with a dance and a twirl I'm a rockstar with a band so thorough Big ass tour bus that's jammed full of girls T-t-tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof T-t-tell em what it do, I don't care about your curfew I'll tell you when I'm through boy MDMA: I can see the morning creeping up on us It's like the world's in my hands now I'm feeling so rebellious from all of the envy crowding around me I don't wanna care right now I don't wanna care right now No I really don't, really don't, wanna care right now Verse 4 Tell em what it do, yell it from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy Tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy Tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy Tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy I don't wanna, I-I don't wanna, I-I-I don't wanna C-c-c-care right now I don't wanna, I-I don't wanna, I-I-I don't wanna C-c-c-care right, c-c-c-care right now |
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from Lupe Fiasco - I Gotcha [Amended Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco - I Gotcha [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Music From Entourage: American TV Drama Collection Vol.3 (2009)
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 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 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 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 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 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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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco - I’m Beamin [single] (2010)
Today nobody cares
But tomorrow they will they will Today nobody cares But ohhh tomorrow they will they will They said my future was dark see me now Just look around I'm Beaming They used to talk when I wasn't around You see me now I'm Beaming I get my energy from her energy I be in outer space but I got inner peace So tell my enemies that they can't injure me I know that irritates you have my sympathies Well you should protest yea you should pick at me I on a losin strike Im on a winnin streak Im out at left field Im speakin mentally But thats a better place then where the benches be Im feelin really good me and my duffle beat Me and my different drummer he played the timpanis See thats what got me here you hearin me Me on my Black man in the future shit call me Willy D See Im just forward lookin thats how I really see See why you valentines Im thinkin christmas trees And thats happens to be even at Miccy D's Semi colon close parentheses They said my future was dark see me now Just look around I'm Beaming They used to talk when I wasn't around You see me now I'm Beaming Do you remember me the guy from verse 1 Failures my last name nevers my first one You see I hood a lot and yea I nerd some Hoods where the heart is nerds where the words from Dont represent either because I merged them Its kids who wanna leave and I encourage them Go out and see the world never return from Yea you don't come back unless you learned some And baby girl what does it matter where your purse from Your hurr done your nails did your ass fat but you're dumb Mix Melyssa Ford with Maya Angelou Become a Top Model and Sojourner too I try to follow this what Mohammed do Its such an old soul inside this sonic view Its why I'm ferrari'd up and I'm conscience too I don't 'pply for size I promise you They said my future was dark see me now Just look around I'm Beaming They used to talk when I wasn't around You see me now I'm Beaming Yea its me again the guy from verse 2 But its the last one its almost curfew Its almost night out so turn ya lights on Where all my 760's with ya brights on Yea they are the ones to keep your eyes on Like how we used to do to keep the house warm Now those the type of eyes I'm not cry from You see the tears'll fall run out my cryin songs Now the world shoulders is what we cryin on The worlds fast lane is what I'm drivin on What am I drivin at tryin to drive at home I'm in the drivers seat but you can ride along Its never cyclops its never I alone I'm tellin your story wherever I perform Now if they lookin for me tell me I've gone Out in the bright lights right where I belong They said my future was dark see me now Just look around I'm Beaming They used to talk when I wasn't around You see me now I'm Beaming |
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from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
Your mind's all a flutter no pigs on the gig, no swine for the supper
No wine in the cupboard, everything of mine must show signs of the suffer And keep you oppressed to the other, struggle To keep it all fresh like tupper One of the tougher ginger bread men out the cutter, Skin ain't Huck Finn but I ain't Nigger Jim mother fucker I'm more like clubber from the upper cut of the gutter Never can't tell I won't bow down to the bull like Calculta That ain't what I'm rapping for, I'd rather be a matador So tar, tar, rev and roar I know that sounds fucked up like a raptor/rap tour? But there's no roof clips if I lose so I choose To keep on seeing red like crips in Ha! He the guy who rise to eye pools ... Hey I must admit it, I ain't sayin I'm the best OH! ... Niggas just jealous, cuz what i got restin on my neck OH! Cuz it took me from down on the ground to soarin' like a G4! Mug if you want to, bug if you want to, chill if you want to Strug if you want to, build if you want to, joke if you want to Disrespect me, that's what you wan' do Been around the world the things that I've seen These things get turned into things that I sing Things stringed together with similes in between Then ming with the thing Since little green marines I Been, mean, jing ming, ring, ling, string, bean, dream, team, bling, bling, 3, rings, ring, ling ... So move towards it, I had to root for it like my home team, now they all lean, Singin' that Queen, Somebody to Love, Rhapsody Boheem, we are Champeens, Ya'll that worried bout the dust better stay on your scene? I drop the lyric with... You can document it, call it Bye Bo Leen? I got the spirit I fly over Wayne It's the fly MC... I must admit it, I ain't sayin I'm the best OH! ... Niggas just jealous, cuz what i got restin on my neck OH! Cuz it took me from down on the ground to soarin' like a G4! Mug if you want to, bug if you want to, chill if you want to Strug if you want to, build if you want to, joke if you want to Disrespect me, that's what you wan' do I'm preforming mama, now everybody know me mama, All these hoes on me mama, why the hell you ain't want me mama, hey I'm preforming mama, now everybody know me mama, All these hoes on me mama, why the hell you ain't want me mama Success is my friend, who knew that when I grew up I'd be just like him Expect my roar if you reject my whim, errect my law, respect my pim I bring the pain, Method Men, I bring the pain S&M, jump the family one of my bestest friends, Try and kill us all your deaths breaks in, I'll just reply with excess winds Please God correct my sins to protect my kin, as they keep thinking ... my leg... I must admit it, I ain't sayin I'm the best OH! ... Niggas just jealous, cuz what i got restin on my neck OH! Cuz it took me from down on the ground to soarin' like a G4! Mug if you want to, bug if you want to, chill if you want to Strug if you want to, build if you want to, joke if you want to Disrespect me, that's what you wan' do |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
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... Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder, Alert, alert, alert, alert. (x2) 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... Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder, Alert, alert, alert, alert. (x2) 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... Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder, Alert, alert, alert, alert. (x2) (Sarah Green) 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... Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder, (x3) |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco - Kick Push (2006)
[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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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
[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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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
Things are getting outta control
Feels like I'm running out of soul You are getting too heavy to hold Think I'll be letting you go My self portrait shows a man that the wealth tortured Self-absorbed with his own self-forfeit A shelf full of awards Worshiping the war ships that set sail on my sea of life When I see my own self I wonder if we still see a light We was tight seeing lights Speaking right and breathing life Now I see my demons and barely even sleep at night I don't get high life keep me at a decent height As the old me I predicted all my recent plights Exhausted. Trying to fall asleep. Losses at my recent fights Burdens on my shoulders now, burnin' all my motives down Inspiration drying up, motivation slowing down Things are getting outta control Feels like I'm running out of soul You are getting too heavy to hold Think I'll be letting you go I'm begging me don't let me go We vow like the letter 'Oh' To never go our separate ways And spin-off into separate shows Tired of all the wardrobe changin' Playing all these extra roles Filled with all these different spirits Livin' off these separate souls Point in life is getting hollow Can't wait for the exit hole Give me room. The entry room. Let me in and let me go So I can roam around this wilderness See it for what it really is I'm prepared to filter list Magnify the youth in me, alibi the shootin' spree Amplify the revolution, sanitize the lunacy Strip away the justice, justify the scrutiny I can see the lasers shootin' out of you and me Things are getting outta control Feels like I'm running out of soul You are getting too heavy to hold Think I'll be letting you go Sometimes I feel like the world Sometimes I feel like the world is against me And everything that I've done before I swear we used to be so pure But we can't be in love no more Cause I don't wanna fight this war But when I put down my gun I turn around and pick up one This uzi weighs a ton, but I think I'm done! Things are getting outta control Feels like I'm running out of soul You are getting too heavy to hold Think I'll be letting you go Think I'll be letting you go Things are getting outta control Said, it feels like I'm running out of soul You're getting heavy to hold I think I'll be letting you go Letting you go |
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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 |
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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
Take me to that old familiar place
Take me to memories we won’t erase Take me to all that we had Good and the bad I’ll never forget you I’ll never let you go I’ll never forget you I’ll always remember, I hope you know Let the record reflect the records we set Best foot forward with every step And let’s push towards it, never regress And let’s remember, if ever we get Down, the places that we came from ’round And all the good times on the bad side of town The upside of bad, flip it upside down Came from the bottom but we up high now Believe, and from this view we achieved We looked back at the rules we received And how we broke those, dismantled and rewrote those And the ghost still alive in the photos Sounds of the summer, day and go wise Cold wind blowin’ through a city on fire Moments of the past, came here to find you Not to relive them, just to remind you Take to that old familiar place Take me to memories we won’t erase Take me to all that we had Good and the bad I’ll never forget you I’ll never let you go I’ll never forget you I’ll always remember, I hope you know And let the evidence show, the future’s so bright It’s never been more, not like tonight We walk into the glow, right into the light The past all around us, the time of our life The first love kisses, the broke heart disses This is just like a first-class ticket Back, to the first written rap The crumbled-up paper and the pen with no cap The hand-me-down clothes and the unturned hat The hookers on the corner and the kids sellin’ crack The needles in the yard where we used to play catch Stories from the project we could never go at Or to, these are shades of my youth Trials of a child, everything truth Moments of the past, comin’ back to find us Not to relive them, just to remind us Take to that old familiar place Take me to memories we won’t erase Take me to all that we had Good and the bad I’ll never forget you I’ll never let you go I’ll never forget you I’ll always remember, I hope you know Everything cherished, remembered in my heart So you will never perish, you will never part I tell ‘em all about you, drummin’ in the park We put you in the ground, but I see you in the stars Go’n, take a bow, a round of applause The best that ever, always ready we are Love always shines, that’s how I’ll find you In case you forgot, I hope this reminds you Take to that old familiar place Take me to memories we won’t erase Take me to all that we had Good and the bad I’ll never forget you I’ll never let you go I’ll never forget you I’ll always remember, I hope you know |
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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
[Hook: Trey Songz]
Girl I want you to know I can't get you out of my head Girl I want you to know I don't even know what you did But I love it [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] uh uh everything hooks everything works, you're a real good cause I'm a real good verse, freestyle unrehearsed so clean no curse and when the song's gone man everything hurts so I put it in reverse go back to the scene where I seen you first yeah, I need you to sing that single again play that video I seen you up in a hundred million scenes in my mind all day call in and request on the line always yeah, the president of your fan club leave them players all behind like a bad love [Hook: Trey Songz] Girl I want you to know I can't get you out of my head Girl I want you to know I don't even know what you did But I love it [Verse 2: Lupe] playa need a minute like a time out in tennis 'for I finish how'd I get in this maybe 'was your hair, maybe 'was your flair maybe it's the heels and the way you wear maybe it's you're real and the way you care you don't care if I'm ill or a millionaire the only thing that matters that the feeling's there your smile is so bright it's like a grills in there high off life, don't need a pill in there you're killing me, I think I need a will in here got me feeling real skills impaired hard to discribe why you're still in here [Hook: Trey Songz] Girl I want you to know I can't get you out of my head Girl I want you to know I don't even know what you did But I love it [Bridge: Trey & Lupe] don't care what nobody say cause I like it girl might go crazy try'na figure this out love (but I like it girl) don't even know why I feel this way cause I like it girl caught up in something that I can't get out of (but we like it girl) [Hook: Trey Songz] Girl I want you to know I can't get you out of my head Girl I want you to know I don't even know what you did But I love it |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
[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. |
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from B.O.B 1집 - B.o.B Presents The Adventures of Bobby Ray (2010)
[B.o.B:]
If you asked me what's on my mind you probably won't believe it Cause if life was one big pool I'd be in the deep end So I play my role and never ever speak it Like a secret And all the while you just just to figure me out [Chorus: B.o.B] But you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades [B.O.B:] Well ask me a question I tell you no lies Cause there's nothing to hide my souls in my eyes And I'm ahead of my time but I cannot rewind The only thing I fear is the mirror in my bathroom People look and try to see a disguise But there is nothing that nobody can't see in light If it's a song with a rhyme or a verse with a line Then you wanna stay in my mind [Chorus] [Lupe Fiasco:] Uh, who else but Lu else You know I got two belts the black and the white one I begin and I master I see in my eye glasses But they sayin' what I'm seeing through is false like Ross I can hear him through the wall like walk This way they tryin' to dissuade my thoughts I'm a slave to myself and disobey my boss It's all in disarray this parade I walk They get amazed when they catch a chain I toss Amidst dis array of different ways I talk And it hangs from your brain if my chain you caught Like I cough without covering my mouth I tip the scales like the King of the south Forgot that I was fat I lost my way But now I'm back looking for the shade I sought And not wonders, Scott Summers So don't make me take off my stunners Bobby Ray you know you got my numbers And them there can't see us like hunters [Chorus] La la la la la Oh yeah La la la la la You can't see past my shades La la la la la You can't see past my shades [Chorus] |
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from B.o.B - B.o.B Presents The Adventures of Bobby Ray (2010)
[B.o.B:]
If you asked me what's on my mind you probably won't believe it Cause if life was one big pool I'd be in the deep end So I play my role and never ever speak it Like a secret And all the while you just just to figure me out [Chorus: B.o.B] But you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades [B.O.B:] Well ask me a question I tell you no lies Cause there's nothing to hide my souls in my eyes And I'm ahead of my time but I cannot rewind The only thing I fear is the mirror in my bathroom People look and try to see a disguise But there is nothing that nobody can't see in light If it's a song with a rhyme or a verse with a line Then you wanna stay in my mind [Chorus] [Lupe Fiasco:] Uh, who else but Lu else You know I got two belts the black and the white one I begin and I master I see in my eye glasses But they sayin' what I'm seeing through is false like Ross I can hear him through the wall like walk This way they tryin' to dissuade my thoughts I'm a slave to myself and disobey my boss It's all in disarray this parade I walk They get amazed when they catch a chain I toss Amidst dis array of different ways I talk And it hangs from your brain if my chain you caught Like I cough without covering my mouth I tip the scales like the King of the south Forgot that I was fat I lost my way But now I'm back looking for the shade I sought And not wonders, Scott Summers So don't make me take off my stunners Bobby Ray you know you got my numbers And them there can't see us like hunters [Chorus] La la la la la Oh yeah La la la la la You can't see past my shades La la la la la You can't see past my shades [Chorus] |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
Let me put you on game
Let me put you on game 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) |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
[Chorus:]
You must be, a radio station And who are we, we must be The number 1 songs, spinning all day long And over again, and over again, and over again, and never again, and never again And we know when, When we call in, And nothings free, Sounds to me like, State run radio [Verse 1:] We now interrupt this broadcast, To bring you a special message about the forecast, The futures cloudy and it's raining on the poor class, The roads to peace are closed, and the traffic's on the war paths, Love is balling on a budget, the military's stressing We need more cash, to keep fighting for your gas Keep us in our hoods and hope we never explore pass, Stay inside of your half, believe the lies you learn in your class, That there's no treasure in your trash, & the ceiling has the same feeling, That the floor has, and that's where you should stay, And this is what they play [Chorus:] And over again, and over again, and never again, and never again, and never again And we know when, When we call in, And nothings free, Sounds to me like, State run radio [Verse 2:] You're now tuned into the weakest, Frequency of fear, keep you locked right here, And hope you never leave this, never be a leader, Think inside the box, and follow all procedures, Never ever believe that, you will never need this, Hit up all your friends and tell them to repeat this, Hi, your on the air, now what you want to hear? Well we ain't got the truth, but how about a remix, Different is never good, good is only what we pick, You ain't got a hit, unless it sounds like these did, Not too smart you will be a superstar, And if you dumb or something maybe you could be number one [Chorus:] You must be, a radio station, And who are we, we must be, The Number 1 songs, spinning all day long, And you put me, on daily rotation, You on the air, We know you're scared, But we don't care, Well bleep this here, And over again, and over again, and over again, and never again, and over again And you know when, When we call in, And nothings free, Sounds to me like, State run radio |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
Tonight, tonight, tonight
[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. [CHORUS] [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 [CHORUS] |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
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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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
If you are what you say you are
A superstar Then have no fear The camera's here and the microphones and they wanna know Oh oh oh oh If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The crowd is here and the lights are on and they wanna show Oh oh oh oh yeah Yea, uh A fresh cool young Lu Trying to cash his microphone check 2, 1, 2 Want to believe my own hype but it's too untrue The world brought me to my knees What have you brung you? Did you improve on the design? Did you do something new? Well your name ain't on the guest list Who brung you? You The more famous person, you come through And the sexy lady next to you You come too And then it hit me Standing outside of heaven waiting for God to come and get me I'm too uncouth Unschooled to the rules And too gum shoe Too much of a newcomer And too uncool Like Shadow and Lavelle I battle with it well Though I need a holiday like lady who sung blue Go back what ever you did you undo Heavy is heaven The devil on me two tonnes too If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The camera's here and the microphones and they wanna know Oh oh oh oh And you better wear your shades The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage Down through the basement Past the Indian graves Where the dinosaurs laid And out through China Nearly misses air liners Magnified times five This is pointed at the rhymer Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaze Now that's important to say Cuz even with all of that Most of us don't want it to fade We want it to braid Meaning we want it to grow Meaning we want it to stay Like the governor called And they told him to wait Un-strap him from the chair And put him back in his cage The audience ain't fazed And they ain't gon' clap and they ain't gon' praise They want everything back that they paid Cuz they been waiting since ten to see the lights get dim If you are what you say you are a superstar then have no fear the crowd is here and the lights are on and they want a show oh oh oh oh yeah So chauffeur chauffeur come and take me away Cuz I been standing in this line For like five whole days Me and security ain't getting along And when I got to the front they told me all of the tickets were gone So just take me home where the mood is mellow And the roses are grown M&M's are yellow And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker Everybody gets a nice autograph picture One for you and one for your sister Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener Every song's a favorite song And mics don't feed back All the reviewers say you need to go and see that And everybody claps cuz everybody is pleased Then they all take the stage and start performing for me Like ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The camera's here and the microphones and they wanna know Oh oh oh oh If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The crowd is here and the lights are on and they wanna show Oh oh oh oh yeah |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Chorus:]
If you are what you say you are A super star Then have no fear the camera's here and the microphone and they wanna know Oh oh oh oh If you are what you say you are A super star Then have no fear the crowd is here and the lights are on and they want a show Oh oh oh oh Yea, uh A fresh cool young Lu Trying to cash his microphone check 2, 1, 2 Want to believe my own hype but it's too untrue The world brought me to my knees What have you brung you Did you improve on the design Did you do something new Well your name ain't on the guest list Who brung you, you The more famous person you come through And the sexy lady next to you You come to And then it hit me Standing outside of heaven waiting for god to come and get me I'm too uncouth Unschooled to the rules And two gum shoe Too much of a newcomer And too uncool Like Shadow and Lavelle I battle with it well Though I need a holiday like lady who song blue Go back what ever you did you undo Heavy is heaven The devil on my two tons too [Chorus] And you better wear your shades The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage Down through the basement Passed the Indian graves Where the dinosaurs laid And out through china Nearly misses air liners Magnified times five This is pointed at the rhymer Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest a blaze Now that's important to say Cuz even with all of that Most of us don't want it to fade We want it to braid Meaning we want it to grow Meaning we want it to stay Like the governor called And they told him to wait Un-strap him from the chair And put him back in his cage The audience ain't fazed And they ain't gone clap and they ain't gone praise They want everything back that they paid Cuz they been waiting since ten to see the lights get dim [Chorus] So chauffeur chauffeur come and take me away Cuz I been standing in this line For like five whole days Me and security ain't getting along And when I got to the front they told me all of the tickets were gone So just take me home where the mood is mellow And the roses are thrown M&M's are yellow And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker Everybody gets a nice autograph picture One for you and one for your sister Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener Every songs a favorite song And mikes don't feed back All the reviewers say you need to go and see that And everybody claps cuz everybody is pleased Then they all take the stage and start performing for me Like ha ha hahaha Ha ha hahaha ha |
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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
<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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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
<i>[Verse 1:]</i>
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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from Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor [Explicit Version] (2006)
[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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from Lupe Fiasco - The Show Goes On [single] (2010)
All right already
The show goes on All night 'til the morning We dream so long Anybody ever wonder When they would see the sun go Just remember when you come up The show goes on All right already The show goes on All night 'til the morning We dream so long Anybody ever wonder When they would see the sun go Just remember when you come up The show goes on Have you ever had the feelin' that you was bein' had Don't that shit there make you mad They treat you like a slave Put chains all on your soul and put whips up on your back They be lyin' through they teeth hope you slip up off your path I don't switch up I just laugh put my kicks up on they desk Unaffected by they threats then get busy on they ass See, that how that Chi-town made me that's how my daddy raised me That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me If you are my homeboy you'll never have to pay me Go'n and put your hands up when times is hard you stand up L U P the man cuz the brand that the fans trust So even if they ban us they'll never slow my plans up All right already The show goes on All night 'til the morning We dream so long Anybody ever wonder When they would see the sun go Just remember when you come up The show goes on All right, already The show goes on All night 'til the morning We dream so long Anybody ever wonder When they would see the sun go Just remember when you come up The show goes on One in the air for the people ain't here Two in the air for the father that's there Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto Four for the kids that don't wanna be there None for the niggas tryna hold them back Five in the air for the teachers not scared To tell those kids that's livin' in the ghetto That the niggas holdin' back that the world is theirs Yeah, yeah, the world is yours I was once that little boy Terrified of the world now I'm on a world tour I will give up everything even start a world war For these ghetto girls and boys I'm rappin' 'round the world for Africa to New York Haiti then I detour Oakland out to Auckland Gaza Strip to Detroit Say hip-hop only destroy tell 'em look at me boy I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a D boy All right already The show goes on All night 'til the morning We dream so long Anybody ever wonder When they would see the sun go Just remember when you come up The show goes on All right already The show goes on All night 'til the morning We dream so long Anybody ever wonder When they would see the sun go Just remember when you come up The show goes on So no matter what been through no matter what you into No matter what you see when you look outside your window Brown grass or green grass picket fence or barbed wire Never ever put them down you just lift your arms higher Raise 'em 'til your arms tired let 'em know you here That you struggling, survivin' that you gon' persevere Ain't nobody leavin' nobody goin' home Even if they turn the lights out the show is goin' on All right, already The show goes on All night 'til the morning We dream so long Anybody ever wonder When they would see the sun go Just remember when you come up The show goes on All right, already The show goes on All night 'til the morning We dream so long Anybody ever wonder When they would see the sun go Just remember when you come up The show goes on |
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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
All right alreadyThe show goes onAll night 'til the morningWe dream so longAnybody ever wonderWhen they would see the sun goJust remember when you come upThe show goes onAll right alreadyThe show goes onAll night 'til the morningWe dream so longAnybody ever wonderWhen they would see the sun goJust remember when you come upThe show goes onHave you ever had the feelin'that you was bein' hadDon't that shit theremake you madThey treat you like a slavePut chains all on your souland put whips up on your backThey be lyin' through they teethhope you slip up off your pathI don't switch upI just laughput my kicks up on they deskUnaffected by they threatsthen get busy on they assSee, that how thatChi-town made methat's how my daddy raised meThat glitterin' may not be gold,don't let nobody play meIf you are my homeboyyou'll never have to pay meGo'n and put your hands upwhen times is hardyou stand upL U P the mancuz the brand that the fans trustSo even if they ban usthey'll never slow my plans upAll right alreadyThe show goes onAll night 'til the morningWe dream so longAnybody ever wonderWhen they would see the sun goJust remember when you come upThe show goes onAll right, alreadyThe show goes onAll night 'til the morningWe dream so longAnybody ever wonderWhen they would see the sun goJust remember when you come upThe show goes onOne in the air for thepeople ain't hereTwo in the air for thefather that's thereThree in the air for thekids in the ghettoFour for the kids thatdon't wanna be thereNone for the niggastryna hold them backFive in the air for theteachers not scaredTo tell those kids that's livin'in the ghettoThat the niggas holdin' back thatthe world is theirsYeah, yeah, the world is yoursI was once that little boyTerrified of the worldnow I'm on a world tourI will give up everythingeven start a world warFor these ghetto girls and boysI'm rappin''round the world forAfrica to New YorkHaiti then I detourOakland out to AucklandGaza Strip to DetroitSay hip-hop only destroytell 'em look at me boyI hope your son don'thave a gun and never be a D boyAll right alreadyThe show goes onAll night 'til the morningWe dream so longAnybody ever wonderWhen they would see the sun goJust remember when you come upThe show goes onAll right alreadyThe show goes onAll night 'til the morningWe dream so longAnybody ever wonderWhen they would see the sun goJust remember when you come upThe show goes onSo no matter what been throughno matter what you intoNo matter what you seewhen you look outside your windowBrown grass or green grasspicket fence or barbed wireNever ever put them downyou just lift your arms higherRaise 'em 'til your arms tiredlet 'em know you hereThat you struggling, survivin'that you gon' persevereAin't nobody leavin'nobody goin' homeEven if they turn the lights outthe show is goin' onAll right, alreadyThe show goes onAll night 'til the morningWe dream so longAnybody ever wonderWhen they would see the sun goJust remember when you come upThe show goes onAll right, alreadyThe show goes onAll night 'til the morningWe dream so longAnybody ever wonderWhen they would see the sun goJust remember when you come upThe show goes on |
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from Patrick Stump - This City [single] (2011)
들어보세요 ^^*
js666cry Sure Fire Winners Adam Lambe.. Sayonara A Taste Of.. Be Careful Jason Deru.. 곡 14 | 담기 6 | 추천 1 |
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from Patrick Stump - Soul Punk [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
Now what if I told you
my city was the best And my city was a threat to the rest And my city was a threat to the rest This city is my city And I love it yeah I love it I was born and raised here I got it made here And if I have my way I'm gonna stay From every corner To every block yeah And whether it's warm or storming it down or right stupid hot hot From the colors all the way to the solutions yeah Forget all the drugs and gangs corruption and pollution no Cause this city is my city And I love it yeah I love it I was born and raised here I got it made here And if I have my way I'm gonna stay here For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh Now what if I told you my city was the best And my city was a threat to the rest But you can't rest inside my city My city's so cold if you ain't dressed And what they accept better had a right address Come to my city certain colors can't step And sadly I'm talking about the color of your skin Sorry my brother can't let you in Cause the property value might go down to a level that's Economically unacceptable and socially tabu fast to live around you Uh uh is this what it's down to Roof for the same team nigga had the same dream Not the same reality Actually mines is a bad education and gentrification Despite all the above I love This city is my city And I love it yeah I love it I was born and raised here I got it made here And if I have my way I'm gonna stay here For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh And you can take it back Picture you can take it back But you're never gonna take my city away Cause you can burn it to the ground Oh or let it flood but it's in my blood Cause this city is my city And I love it yeah I love it I was born and raised here I got it made here And if I have my way I'm gonna stay here For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life uh huh For life |
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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
Album on hold, whole world on hold
The crowd is like "ho!" operator's like "hold" Man, now ain't that cold? I'm just trying to talk to my homie that's up in the hole now homegirl not trying to be a ho even though she on a pole can she get a second chance? no whoa! like the opposite of gold that ain't how it's supposed to be: a butterfly for the sake of rhyming let's just say "butterflyee" the truth stings like Muhammad Ali I tell'em tell'em don't homocide me I just a little old hope with his back against the ropes fighting for his fans and, fighting for his folks but the boo's from the crowd can become so loud If I could block'em out then, I could knock'em out and dance around the ring, but until then I'll sing [Hook] I'mma keep it cool, and I'mma do me It is what it is and that's how it's gon be Until I get there Until I get there And yeah I got flaws, I know I'm not perfect But all ups and downs, will soon be worth it When I get there When I get there Doctore doctor please! the fame ain't painless enough that's cause you ain't famous enough you got a little game but your name ain't ringing enough he said "take 2 of these and put change in my cup" I said I wasn't poor, he gave me some more grabbed me a publicist and pointed me to the door "Out!" ouch.. I'm telling you this all from a therapist's couch Tell me about your mother? what she's all about? prescribed me an interview and then told me to bounce Damn.. geez the world is co cold I'm glad I bought these skis went right off of the bunny sloped and right into the trees went unconscious they rushed me to a concert instead of green jello, they made me chicken soup they fed me magazine covers and video shoots [Hook] I'mma keep it cool, and I'mma do me It is what it is and that's how it's gon be Until I get there Until I get there And yeah I got flaws, I know I'm not perfect But all ups and downs, will soon be worth it When I get there When I get there and when I finally make it, I'mma stunt so hard Evel as Knievel, I'mma jump so far way up in the atmosphere, I ain't coming back be a jerk to them jerks, yea that'll make'em hurt huh? instead of young boy in the mirror a young version of me, so I started to tear up he said "you need to cheer up, your mind need to clear up you're already here, just be yourself from here up" then he disappeared and I felt something familiar something I was taught, something I had lost if you are afraid, the fear that you gon' change some all you gotta do is just remember where you came from [Hook] I'mma keep it cool, and I'mma do me It is what it is and that's how it's gon be Until I get there Until I get there And yeah I got flaws, I know I'm not perfect But all ups and downs, will soon be worth it When I get there When I get there |
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from Kanye West - Alter Ego Mixtape (2009)
(Feat. Kanye West, Pharrell & Lupe Fiasco)
(Lupe Fiasco) Yeah, Just a lil bit (just a lil bit) And it goes Lifestyles of the rich and famous Bought a big house and a whole lot of rangers A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers And Some Mexican floral arrangers A great big TV that'll entertain us Some colorful commissions for some high paid painters Someone to take the wrap so that I stay stainless And A new relationship with a banker Two pinky rings for my manicured fingers A trained German Shepard that bark when it's angered To watch my possessions and look out for strangers And A 50 foot yacht with an anchor Young supermodel that shall remain nameless Ups and the downs, the sames and the changes All the money in the world don't make it painless (no) (Chorus) (But they love it and they love it) The more you try to erase me (And they love it and they love it) The more that I appear, oh (and they love it and they love it) The more, the more you try to erase her The more that You appear (Kanye West) (Plain Pat what up?) Lifestyles of the broke and famous Let you know how crazy this game is Look at all the new beautiful faces At home supermodel, myspaces Long for their shot on the TV screens American Idol never seen these dreams Just last week they want to see ID Now they got you in VIP, huh? How many people almost famous You almost remember what they name is Like “Hey, didn't you play in..? No it couldn't be, quit playin” I try to keep that balance After MTV that's a Real World Challenge Back on that train Never to be heard from again… (Chorus) (But they love it and they love it) The more you try to erase me (And they love it and they love it) The more that I appear, oh (and they love it and they love it) The more, the more you try to erase her The more that You appear (Pharrell) G.R.I.P P.I.M.P I, any spelling bitch come on that's me I bring a burning sensation to the urban eye Like an eye-drop of Turpentine You can listen to the serpent, fine But the earth got gas once it burps its fine Someone around me they talk about the grease Not G.H.G, how to cook a quarter ki Talking all nasal, he aint over that cold No glove scrub, Manny just over that stove Perfect paradigm Wrong place wrong time Should have been Phizer, GlaxoSmithKline Number one chemist Look at him no blemish Egg shell off white like a DuPont finish Young, dumb, high strung, who could handle us I wonder how Gods gon' paint today's canvasses Cause who knew that day that man would just Go to VA with a Tec and spray campuses What a way to see the cover of Time I know that ***** wish he was standing in line To see it….As if he didn't do it. (Chorus) (But they love it and they love it) The more you try to erase me (And they love it and they love it) The more that I appear, oh (and they love it and they love it) The more, the more you try to erase her The more that You appear |
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from Kevin Michael - Kevin Michael (2007)
Hey, little girl, don't cry, dry your eyes
I wrote this song for you Now, it goes down Can you imagine every world? Every boy and every girl They'd all get the same things They'd all get the same things A little dough, a lot of love With a mom and dad to hug They'd all get the same things Huh, but down here the world is real And it don't matter how you feel Because, we don't get the same things We don't get the same things You got to work to stay alive Forty hours, from 9 to 5 We don't get the same things All my gangster friends, yeah And all my skater friends (What they want?) We all want the same thing (What we want, now?) We all want the same thing, yeah DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs We all want the same thing Same thing, same thing Same thing, same thing, now And, I think about the way All the politicians say (What they saying, now?) Say they want to change things Say they want to change things But every year, they take some more And I don't know what it's for Though, they never change things (They don't change nothing) But, if you want to make it stop, stop Well, first, you got to start Making some big, old changes Doing some different things, yeah Get up out your bed, think outside your head And you won't get the same things Same thing, same thing Same thing, now All my gangster friends And all my skater friends (What they want, now?) We all want the same thing (What we want, now?) I said, we all want the same thing DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs We all want the same thing Same thing, same thing Same thing now All my ex-girlfriends And all their new boyfriends (What they doing, now?) They all want the same thing (What they want, now?) I said, they all want the same thing From Wall Street to the hood New York and Hollywood We all want the same thing, yeah (And what you say, what you say?) This is a message to Remind you there's just one who calls love All my gangster friends (What they want, now?) And all my skater friends We all want the same thing I said, we all want the same thing DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs We all want the same thing Same thing, same thing Same thing, same thing now All my ex-girlfriends (What they want?) And all their new boyfriends They all want the same thing I said, they all want the same thing From Wall Street to the hood New York and Hollywood We all want the same thing, yeah We all want the same thing, yeah |
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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
[Skylar Grey] It’s so loud Inside my head With words that I should have said! As I drown in my regrets I can’t take back the words I never said I can’t take back the words I never said [Lupe Fiasco] I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets How much money does it take to really make a full clip 9/11 building 7 did they really pull it Uhh, And a bunch of other cover ups Your childs future was the first to go with budget cuts If you think that hurts then, wait here comes the uppercut The school was garbage in the first place, thats on the up and up Keep you at the bottom but tease you with the uppercrust You get it then they move you so you never keeping up enough If you turn on TV all you see’s a bunch of “what the f-cks” Dude is dating so and so blabbering bout such and such And that aint Jersey Shore, homie thats the news And these the same people that supposed to be telling us the truth Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist Gaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn’t say shit Thats why I aint vote for him, next one either I’ma part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful And I believe in the people. [Skylar Grey - Chorus] It’s so loud inside my head With words that I should have said! As I drown in my regrets I can’t take back the words I never said I can’t take back the words I never said [Lupe Fiasco - Verse 2] Now you can say it aint our fault if we never heard it But if we know better than we probably deserve it Jihad is not a holy war, wheres that in the worship? Murdering is not Islam! And you are not observant And you are not a muslim Israel don’t take my side cause look how far you’ve pushed them Walk with me into the ghetto, this where all the Kush went Complain about the liquor store but what you drinking liquor for? Complain about the gloom but when’d you pick a broom up? Just listening to Pac aint gone make it stop A rebel in your thoughts, aint gon make it halt If you don’t become an actor you’ll never be a factor Pills with million side effects Take em when the pains felt Wash them down with Diet soda! Killin off your brain cells Crooked banks around the World Would gladly give a loan today So if you ever miss payment They can take your home away! [Skylar Grey - Chorus] It’s so loud inside my head With words that I should have said! As I drown in my regrets I can’t take back the words I never said, never said I can’t take back the words I never said [Lupe Fiasco - Verse 3] I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence Fear is such a weak emotion thats why I despise it We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth So scared of what you think of me, I’m scared of even telling you Sometimes I’m like the only person I feel safe to tell it to I’m locked inside a cell in me, I know that there’s a jail in you Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few My screams is finally getting free, my thoughts is finally yelling through [Skylar Grey - Chorus] It’s so loud Inside my head With words that I should have said! As I drown in my regrets I can’t take back the words I never said |
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