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(Feat. Iesha Jaco)
They thought it was cool to burn crosses on 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 tare down the projects and put up million dollar condos, Gentrification
They think it's cool to stand on the block hiding product in their socks to make quick dime bag dollars
They think it's cool to ride down on you in blue and white unmarked cars busting you upside your head
Freeze...
'Cause the problem is we think it's cool too
Check your ingredients before you overdose, on The Cool...
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If we could break down those walls to set you free, we would cause we out here, and we miss you.
If we could build a ladder that tall to come up and see you, we would cause we down here, and we miss you.
(2x)
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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
LyricsFrom 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 good 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
Neon 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 a butter rim
A little too short to dunk
So we dock
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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The coolest nigga wha
[x16]
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive My Cool Young History as
The coolest nigga wha
[x4]
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 lore
But she doesnt seed, therefore I spore
I trip, I fall, run up and roll
I love her with all my heart
Every vein every vessel every bullet large
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said
That she would give me greatness
LyricsStatus
Placement above all of the others
My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper
The likes of which that I have never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene
An obscene obsession with 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 everythings dry
She would cry
Just so I could 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 would keep me high
And if I ever die, she would commission my image
So her bosom to em
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell
And I'll be
The coolest nigga wha
[x8]
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive My Cool Young History as
The coolest nigga wha
[x4]
And so began our reign
The trinity
Her-n-I-cane
No weatherman could ever stand when her and I came
Hella hard
Umbrella whatever and plowered over Pella pains
And pray to god that the floods subside
Cause you gon' need a sub 'till he does reply
And not one of Jared's
You think it's all arid
And everythings irey
A null supply
Which means a another lie inside my endless summer
That was just the eye of the unger
Felix
Cause he is
The cleanest
Amongst a
Younger
Outstanding achievein up-n-comers
The ones that had dead beat daddys and
Work 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 pressured the laugh in a life not fast
Can you feel it (can you feel it)
Is what I got asked
Do I love her (do I love her)
Said I don't know
Streets got my heart, Game got my soul
One times with sunshine will never hurt your soul
Quo
To a crying dishonored baby momma whose a 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
Right up in her face g
There's more fish in the sea
I'm on my way to be be
The coolest nigga wha
[x8]
Lord please have sympathy,
And forgive My Cool Young History as
The coolest nigga wha
[x4]
Come, these are the tales of The Cool
Guaranteed to make you go and fail from your school
And seek unholy grails like a fool
And hang with the players of the pool
Fast talkin of the hustle
No Heaven up above you
No Hell underneath you
And no one will recieve thee
So shed no tear
When we're not here
And keep your faith
As we chase
The Cool (Cool)[x9]
Cooooooooool
(Michael Young History is The Cool)
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(feat. Matthew Santos)
[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
[Verse 1:]
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
LyricsDid 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
Im 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]
[Verse 2:]
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]
[Verse 3:]
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
[Chorus]
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(Background Talking)
(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 mom.
{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
LyricsRing 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,
Brasil, 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,
Brasil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.
[Verse 3]
Uh.
Guess who's back in the, house,
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 'bay?
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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(Feat. Snoop Dogg & Pooh Bear)
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
There's a world go a-head and stair
(Treat these folks don't need permission my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
(I don't need no one's permission my life's in hi-definition)
[Lupe Fiasco:]
And my return, is more like a re-up
I hold a hold like a tea-cup
World in one hand, while the other hand throw a peace up
My other hand throwing We without the e up
I got like five more man I'm something like sheefa
In the fall of Rome number four Delux
See I've been around the world like the nomb
But I come from a zone where the homes are beat up
The folks unknown and the stones all meet up
Police tap my phone and ma's own on speaker
Said he's back with poems got their domes all leaked up
To get back on the thrown and become young leaders
LyricsOprah put it on my culture now if that ain't wrong
Imus got it from the rhymers now if that ain't blown
They gave my man forty four now if that ain't long
I put it all on my shoulders now if 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: Snoop Dogg]
There's a world go a-head and stair
(Treat these folks don't need permission my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
(I don't need no one's permission my life's in hi-definition)
[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
Asalamalakam to the maker of the vivrant
Them other niggas I don't vibe with
Now I was bout three when the eyes went
But I could see everything that you trying to be
You can't hide it
While you coming out your throte like a heimlich
I came up out the belly like an high scip
Only my surcomstance reviced it
Hijacked the road and when they shot the pilot
I'm trying to go public so I can get to private
Then send Busy to go and get the pirates
Then hit Africa and try to fix the Virus
Go back to the hood tell Huggy open the hydrents
R.I.P Stack B. I'm a keep you alive kid
Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful
F-N-F and S-N double O-P
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
There's a world go a-head and stair
(Treat these folks don't need permission my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
(I don't need no one's permission my life's in hi-definition)
[Snoop Dogg:]
Lupy it's Snoop Doggy let's go out
Tip toe through the door do it doggy style
And tell all my chicks in she I cock owe
Lupy hit the Lotto Snoop Doggy hit Delotto
Hold the mic tight they bite and might swollow
Take this chill pill will make you swollow
Recital is very homocidal
The big screen will capture you, cause it's hi-definition
Listen cooking collard greens in the kitchen
Them alphabet boys on a mission
If you ever get cash you better get it quick fast
Cause now-a-days niggas get the snitching on your bitch ass
Get it boys best believe in your toys out your game
Specially when a nigga know your real name
Blam blam with the blammer
Smile nephew your on candit camera, film at eleven
Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful
F-N-F and S-N double O-P
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
There's a world go a-head and stair
(Treat these folks don't need permission my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
(I don't need no one's permission my life's in hi-definition)
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[Intro: x2]
Let's review the essential of cool
A brief study of the things so instrumental to you
That make me feel flyer than lobbys at belvenus
An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school
Now
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Am I for the wrong things, my head caught a wallet
My neighbor hood shirt and my Eddy chain clock shit
My not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowlage, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading in 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 mentaly with Japanese tendencies
LyricsNorwegian senceabilities so stay out the versinety of
[Bridge:]
Yea, yea she loves it over here
It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear
[Chorus:]
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my fancy braud
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 soak game
[x4]
It's just yea, yea she loves it over here
[Lupe Fiasco:]
I like zip-t, candles and my Horishi sandles
And Vita sunglasses and purple murdersouses samples
I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle
Such a good disgner Junior Wontanabi got genu
I like Go Tiama Moto and I might roll solo
Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos
I like mott black pens and most gloomy paper
I like go-yard bags and green now and laters
Monical magazines and japanese manga
Futuring asperaticks and espn trainers
I like street fighter 2 I just really hate
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(feat. Nikki Jean)
Dedicate
Dedicate
Uh
This one right here goes out
To my homie with the drink
Nah mean
He said, I write what I see
Write to make it right, don't like where I be
I'd like to make a life to 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
Agree, a Mead Notebook and a Bic
That clip when it's pushed in a whack ass beat
That's a track that's weak that he got last week
Cause everybody in the stu is like "That's that heat"
LyricsA bass heavy melody with a sample from the seventies
With a screwed up hook that went
Stack that cheese
Something, Something, Something...
Stack that cheese
Mother, Sister, Cousin...
Stack that cheese
He couldn't think of nothing...
Stack that cheese
He turns down the beat, Writer's block and peads
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
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life
Raps north side 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 two weeks in a row
XD boy with a B-boy flow
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go
Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the road
Best homie in a grave, tatted up while in the cage
Minute maid got his momma working like a slave
Down baby momma who he really had to honor
Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to
Drive up to Dallas with a open up for amatuers
Let him keep her debit cards so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get home he gon' take her to the galleria
Buy her everything but the mannequins, ya dig
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life
His man called, said "Ya time might be now.
They played ya 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 him down and went back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the mission, to
Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling like she should
Show us home is this'a way, other than that flipping yay
Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool
Throw some candy on the caddy, chucked a duece, and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from going back to selling crack, yessir
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I...
Push it hard to further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop has saved my life
Hip Hop has saved my life
Hip Hop has saved my life
Hip Hop has saved my life
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(feat. Sarah Green)
She said there was no love in her heart,
Cause one day a rapist attacked her and broke that heart 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 giving hugs to him,
Knew that it was right, cause something was wrong,
The alarms in her mind didn't tell her he didn't belong,
There was no,
Intruder, [x4]
Alert [x4]
He said nobody else ever loved him,
That's why he'd get high enough to go touch the heavens above him,
Vividly remembers every pipe, every needle that stuck him,
Every alley he ever stepped 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,
LyricsMaybe you can relate, maybe you're one of those that just doesn't,
Maybe he doesn't care, loves to allow these demons to come in with no,
Intruder, [x4]
Alert [x4]
Famine striking his home, landing no social standing,
In the econmic pecking order of 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 and process and deport her,
Before she reach the shore of the land of the free, where they feed you,
Treat you like equals, decieve you, stamp you and call you illegal,
and there's an,
Intruder, [x4]
Alert [x4]
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[Chorus:]
Matthew Santos
Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To-
Night
Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To-
Night
[Verse 1: Lupe]
Disease the virus is spreading in all directions
No safe zone no cure and no protection
LyricsNo sense of surviving or signs of an infection
No vaccines remedies and no corrections
Quarantines the dreams and cut off our connections
Don't let em in not a friend not a reflection
Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and
Don't accept em if you wanna stay that's an exception
Appeal
The Heal
The I'll of this
Sickness some are still in doubt of it's 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 aren't the source
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war
Invented by the press
Just to have something to propor
Some say the first case came from a maternity war
Some say em all some say the skies some say the floor
Niggas say the nuns, nuns say the niggas
And everybody is sure
The scientists said it only infects the mind
The little boy said it only infects the girls
The Preacher said it's gonna kill off the soul
A bum said it's gonna kill off the world
[Chorus:]
Matthew
Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To-
Night
Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To-
Night
[Verse 2:]
Lupe
Believe some say the neon signs
Might allow speakers repeatin
And everything is fine
A suttle silence
To demolish the troubled conscious
Of a compass with no knowledge
And every freedom denied
Every dream is designed and broadcasted
From the masters to the masses
From the antennas on top of the trine
As far as the receiving planet during a panic is shorted
It reports back everything in your mind
Everything is lying
Everything is dying
Everything is a rule
And everything is a crime
Everything was healed
And everything rewinds
And new weather burn a feathers off everything's line
Matthew
And she likes it
And she loves it
Lupe
The savage
The madness
The bad shit
The lavish
The fastness
To clashes the ashes
To ashes everything in to twine
My fend fatale my darling fongoling angel
Once caught her changing her batteries in her halo
Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for
And the address to the factory where they made those
The scientist says she all inside mind
The little boy said "What happened to all the girls? "
The preacher man says she gonna kill off the souls
The dope boy said it's the whole wide world
[Chorus:]
Matthew
Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To-
Night
Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To-
Night
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I killed another man today
shot him in his back as he ran away
then i blew up his hut with a hang grenade
cut his wife throat as she put her hands to pray
just 5 more dogs then we can get a soccer ball thats what my commander say
how old? well I'm like 10 or 11 been fighting since i was like 6 or 7
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 candy give me courage not to fear no one, to feel no pain, and hear no tongue.
so i hear no scream and shed no tear and if I'm in your dreams then your end is near.
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
I'm a car parade of the toys he made
Its your mobs and shades who look hard for his age
look about half the size of the flags they wave.
In camouflage suits made to fit youths
cuz the ones of the dead solders hang a little loose.
What.. like they shootin in the heaven like they tryin to kill a jetson's struggle is little recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, violent, childhood destroyed devoid of all childish ways.
Can't write they own names, or read the words that on they own graves.
Think you gangsta popped a few rounds? these kids will 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
Imagine If I had the console of the family's of those slayin and slain on game consoles I aim i hold right trigger to squeeze press up and Y one less breathe. B for the bomb press pause for ya moms make the room silent she don't approve of violent Games. She leave resume activity start and boom hearts apart and start wizardry. on next part I insert code to sweeten up the little persons murda work load i told em he work fo CIA with a A operative i operate this game all day. I hold a controller connected to the solder with weapons on his shoulder he's only second soul dead in me. We playful but serious but keep that on mind for online experience
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I swear I see this nigguh I'm a 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 that's when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
Hey he had a whole lotta cheese
Plus he was a mac had a whole lotta steeds
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
LyricsTwice the bread it's liek 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 that's when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
He was a heartbreaker and a [? ] shaker
If it was bout cakin he was a part taker
International he would take trips bon voyage
That's [? ] hard he was fishin for the chips
So greedy he never gave to the needy
That's 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 that's when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
Lovers call him king haters call him clown
He would say bite me that's the way it's going down
He was having thoughts that maybe he should retire
Went to church on sunday and saw a [? ]
Said he had beef and people want him dead
He loved the hungry ones was only scared of affairs
He lived the fast life could'ntget his path right
[? ] 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 that's when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat that's 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 LUPN
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat that's when shit gets greazy
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(feat. Gemini)
[Verse 1:]
I'm fearless
Now hear this
I'm earless
And I'm peerless
That means I'm eyeless
Which means I'm tearless
Which means my iris resides where my ears is
Which means I'm blinded
But I'mma find it I can feel it's nearness
But I'mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer
But I remember I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear
Here, you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this, clearly cause my blindness
The windshield is minstrel, the whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere. Yeah, I'm both them there
Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat and the locs in the chair had approached him here
And he clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts who supplier of the notes to the living
Riveting is rosy, pockets full of posies, given to the mother of the deceased. Awaken at war, 'til I'm restin' in peace
Lyrics
[Chorus 1:]
You goin' over niggas' heads Lu (Dumb it down)
They tellin' me that they don't feel you (Dumb it down)
We ain't graduate from school nigga (Dumb it down)
Them big words ain't cool nigga (Dumb it down)
Yeah I heard Mean And Vicious nigga (Dumb it down)
Make a song for the bitches nigga (Dumb it down)
We don't care about the weather nigga (Dumb it down)
You'll sell more records if you (Dumb it down)
[Verse 2:]
And I'm mouthless
Which means I'm soundless
Now as far as the hearing, I've found it
It was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is
But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a Lear
She fine and she flyin, I feel I'm flying by'em 'cause my mind's on cloud nine and I'm a mime at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's also Klingon
To infinity and beyond
Something really stinks, but I Sphinx like Leon
Or lying in the desert
I'm flying on pegasus you're flying on the pheasant
Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers, spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappelle's skit
Yeah, smell it on my unicorn, snort the white horse, but toot my own horn (sleep)
[Chorus 2:]
You've been shedding too much light Lu (Dumb it down)
You make'em wanna do right Lu (Dumb it down)
They're getting self-esteem Lu (Dumb it down)
These girls are trying to be queens Lu (Dumb it down)
They're trying to graduate from school Lu (Dumb it down)
They're starting to think that smart is cool Lu (Dumb it down)
They're trying to get up out the hood Lu (Dumb it down)
I'll tell you what you should do (Dumb it down)
[Verse 3:]
And I'm brainless
Which means I'm headless
Like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is
Which makes me stainless
With no neck left to hang the chain with
Which makes me necklace-less
Like a necklace theft
And I ain't used my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest 'bout the best, fair F-F-jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues
My snorkle is a tuba, Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside Poseidon, Westside beside'em, chest high and rising
Almost touching the knees of stewardess and the pilot
Lucky they make it flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
David Blaine
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:]
You putting me to sleep nigga (Dumb it down)
That's why you ain't popping in the streets nigga (Dumb it down)
You ain't winning no awards nigga (Dumb it down)
Robots and skateboards nigga? (Dumb it down)
GQ Man Of The Year G? (Dumb it down)
Shit ain't rocking over here B (Dumb it down)
Won't you talk about your cars nigga? (Dumb it down)
What the fuck is goyard nigga (Dumb it down)
Make it rain for the chicks (Dumb it down)
Pour champagne on a bitch (Dumb it down)
What the fuck is wrong with you? (Dumb it down)
How can I get on a song with you? (Dumb it down)
[Gemini: talking]
Look B, here's my man, my two way, (hey) uh, what should I - ah here take this (hey) that right there, fucking my voice all the time nigga, (hey) nigga you hot to me, I like you (Dumb it down)
[Lupe:]
Bishop G, they told me I should come down cousin, but I flatly refuse I ain't dumb down nothing
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(Feat. Unkle)
Hello darkness
Hello sunshine
Hello not at all
Hello all the time
Hello nowhere
Hello olbivioin
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness
Hello sunshine
Hello not at all
Hello all the time
Hello nowhere
Hello olbivioin
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness
You [echo]
LyricsAll in together the weather is better then ever
I hope it never ends I hope it lasts forever
But when it does we can all pretend that it's been beter than it's ever been [echo]
Lie to our selves like sky to a bell
And it's well and it's fine and it's fine if we fell
And you can refind the story line if you survive to atell
We are targets, hello darkness
Hello darkness
Hello sunshine
Hello not at all
Hello all the time
Hello nowhere
Hello olbivioin
Hello goodbye
You said everythings gunna be Fine [echo]
You said everythings gunna be Ok [echo]
You said just don't breathe the air
He just sits and waits for them to kick in the door
He once was a hero they don't love him no more
There was a blast
Everytime he hits the floor
His gift for not fighting an other mans war
And if, they can get they hands on the mask that he wore
On his face they can put somebody else in his place or restore
To state the illusion that it's safe, the faith
That being a slave is so great
As gas fill the room and rockses destroy everything around him
He stands to find himself surrounded
By thousands of soldiers that he once trained
And never miss they targets heartless hello darkness
Hello darkness
Hello sunshine
Hello not at all
Hello all the time
Hello nowhere
Hello olbivioin
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness
[Lupe: Talking]
Hello darkness
Hello sunshine
Hello not at all
Hello all the time
Hello nowhere
Hello olbivioin
Hello goodbye
Hey darkness
Hey sunshine
Hello not at all
Hello all the time
Hello nowhere
Hello olbivioin
Hello goodbye
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(Feat. GemStones)
I present, the death, of tha cool
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Well I heard like group of cows
That all your enimies wanna shoot you down
They got ak 47's and a bunch of mac 11's
Semi automatic weapons that produce ka pows
Word on the street is, they all got heatas
They gon hit you up and you ain't even gon see it
You gotta lot of money, I ain't tryna be funny
But they say where you goin, you ain't even gon need it
They see you ridin round, shinin with your fine round diamonds
Pretty green eyed lady
Been on tha sideline poutin, while you primetime poppin
Hungry niggas want a peice of your pastry
I suggest you protect your bakery
Cause they comin for your head,
And it's a bounty on that chain that's hangin from your neck
They said
Lyrics
[Chorus:]
I don't know
What you been told in your ear, but I hear it's goin down
Sombody gotta
DIE!
Don't know what you been told in your ear, but business goin round
Sombody gotta
DIE!
[Verse 2: GemStones]
Hitta nigga with tha mini mac strap, clap
Any nigga think he gettin keys down here
Any meeta, any nigga gettin money, or my honey, man heard micheal young is the reclown? here
Run up on a nigga from tha back with a mac
Or be strapped cause a nigga finna squeeze off 10
Run up on his nigga lac ratta tat tat,
Click clack where this nigga at
I need sin
Shit is goin down if I see him
Bump a nigga out like oxy ten
And keep a couple of dollas up in tha wallet
To pay they cops so they can never box me in
DIE!
That's what I'm thinkin
While ridin around polishin this big pistol
I'm a catch him in tha wind
Pray tha gun don't jam
So until we meet again
Nigga it's cool!
[Chorus:]
I don't know
What you been told in your ear, but I hear it's goin down
Sombody gotta
DIE!
Don't know what you been told in your ear, but business goin round
Sombody gotta
DIE!
(lupe chatter)
Man, man you can't beleive none of that. Man you need just need to, you just need to relax man. Trust me
[Verse 3:]
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Don't pay them niggas no mind
They hatin on you ain't nobody witta shotty
Planin on doin a robbery
Itchin to catch a body
Creepin in a stolen jalopy
Out there waitin on you
[GemStones:]
Sittin in a stolen car, finna rob this nigga
Should I let the mini mac or tha shotgun hit him?
I been waitin all day tryna spot this nigga
I can't let him get away, I'm gon pop this nigga! UHHHH
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Plus they don't know about the choppa in tha trunk
Tha glocks in a box and tha nine on tuck
The bullet proof glass the 40's in tha stash
You pull tha steerin wheel and it pop on up
[GemStones:]
40 caliber stashed up in tha stash box
Bullet proof windows, you couldn't break em with a padlock
Ak in tha trunk, where tha sounds bump
Two twin glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock?
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Maaaaaaan
We tryna go up in this club
Show a little love
Get a few drinks
Holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair
Leave outta there
Put some dro in tha air
And then go and get some grub
[GemStones:]
We finna go up in tha club
Show a little love
Get a few drinks
Holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair
Leave outta there
Put some dro in tha air
And then catch a few slugs
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Ay pull over right here, I gotta take a pee
And don't go nowhere nigga wait for me
And if some niggas do kill you in the next few minutes
Just remember my nigga it's a heaven for a G.
[music stops]
(The cool plays on the radio inside of a car)
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Ay ay hold this right there.
I'll be, I'll be right back I gotta take a piss man hold on.
Fa sho. Ay man, ay don't leave I'll be right back.
Ay don't leave I'll be back.
[GemStones:]
Hurry your ass up man. Damn.
Coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what.
Hustla for life!
Ay man, nigga hurry your ass up. Shit.
I'm a cool ass nigga man.
Fuckin three in tha mornin.
I'm tha coolest muthafucka in tha world man.
Niggas ain't fuckin with me man.
Nigga I'm high, smokin. Fly ass car.
I run these muthafuckin streets, and these niggas out here lookin for me. Man I wish a muthafucka would...
Ay nigga hurry your ass up, nigga. Damn
[footsteps and a gun cocking]
[random voice]What's up now nigga?
Ain't to cool now is you nigga?
[Musics slowly fades to a stop]
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Don't you know that I run this place,
And I've begun this race,
Must I rerun this pace?
I'm the reason it's 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 artictulate
My whole part in this
But they're fruitless in their harvestin'
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,
LyricsThe 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
Somebody'll 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 liqour,
Quench your thirst on my elixers,
(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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(feat. Matthew Santos)
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
When the fighters all around
All the lovers are on the ground
Noone will save you anymore
So what's happenin
Whachu you rappin about
Let's see boy
Is it cars
Is it girls
Is it money
The world
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Or is it somethin they could never believe
Or is it somethin you could never acheive
Is it beyond your means
Is it inside your dreams
Can it
Never come out
LyricsCause it's scared to
Unprepared to
To worry about the words of the people is weird too
You don't want em to hear you
You just wish it was a door that would appear that you can go disappear through
Well I'm feelin your pain
I was feelin the same
But I said id never feel that again
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
When the fighters all around
All the lovers are on the ground
Noone will save you anymore
So what's happenin
Whachu rappin about
Let's see boy
Is it cars
Is it girls
Is it money
The world
[Verse 2: Matthew Santos]
I really miss my pops
Hope that god watches over him
And that hes on top
That there is no more disease
And that he's alright
That hes one of the generals inside the army of the light
And grandma
You know I had to bite somethin from ya
So after every show it's
Peace and much love to ya
Auntie tweetys on the way
Please look out for that girl
I know we'll meet again
So it's never me against the world
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are on the ground
Nothing will save you anymore
So what's happenin
Whachu rappin about
Let's see boy
Is it cars
Is girls
Is it money
The world
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
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 blessins
And all of your miracles
I thank all my fans and all my supports
Shout out to bishop g
Congrats on ya new baby daughter
I tip my hat to all my family and friends
Now we just got one more to go
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
When the fighters all around
All the lovers are on the ground
Noone will save you anymore
So what's happenin
Whachu rappin about
Let's see boy
Is it cars
Is it girls
Is it money
The world
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(Feat. GemStones)
Where my ladies at,
I say 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 about nothing
Cause every time I see you, baby you'll be rolling with me
I I'll be on the side lines
Rootin for my dime
Holdin up my sign
And it say
[Chorus:]
Go Baby WOO WOO [x16]
There my Lady at
I say there my lady at
That's my honey
If I giver her money
LyricsShe don't have to pay me back
No you don't gotta pay me back
Hey Hey Hey Hey
And I'll forever give my love
Cause when I'm down you always put a smile on me
And when all my strengths up
And I'm about to give up
And I need a lift up
I'll hear you say
[Chorus]
She loves me
She loves me more
A more means shes a shore
She adores me
Even when it's up and down like sea-saw
Surely we can start from like default
When they say your not my baby like Maury
You can tell em that they tellin a story
Testify like your tellin a jury
And I'll repeat like it you said it before me
We undefeated like a veteran army
We as heavy as an elephant (ant?) weigh
Let's Take em to a zoo or better yet a safari
Women let me ding like the fella from masai
We go back like a set of atari
From Baby fat to skeletons darlin
Me starin you what it says in the marque
So let's go give em a show
All my Honkeys say
[Chorus]
Your my sure fire, superstar, sure shy, firecracker, extravaganza, fantastic, super size, extra cheese
You Best believe
Your my sure fire, superstar, sure shy, firecracker, extravaganza, fantastic, super size, extra cheese
Yes indeed
Where my ladies at,
I say 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 about nothing
Cause every time I see you, baby you'll be rolling with me
I I'll be on the side lines
Rootin for my dime
Holdin up my sign
And it say
[Chorus]
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