Альбом Lupe Fiasco

[uncredited female rapper]
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner
From 45th and State to the last standin hymn nuhana
J&J's, pale chicken, good finger lickin
While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Lynnwood Liquors
The winos crooked stagger
meets the high stride of the youth searchin 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, bubblin 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

[Lupe Fiasco]
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 comin
I give you my.. I give you my heart
My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings
My experience, nuttin more, and nuttin less
Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So
With no further adieux...
Lupe, Fiasco's, "Food & Liquor"

f/ Sarah Green

[Lupe Fiasco]
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

Lusssst... sometimes can override trusssst
She said that's why she gave it up
My man said blood spilled out of everything he tou-chhhhed
He crushed everything he crushed
Ruined everything he loved, he just wanted to rushhhhh
Blamed it on the times bein rough
Doin dirt, with the devil, chasin after the dusssst
Make a fussss, if it's them, but we hushhh, if it's us

That's why, my momma 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

Lifffffe... ain't meant to come around twiiiice
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, woo!
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..

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
LyricsThis 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

Uh, what up y'all!
Soundtrack what's popping baby?
Y'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representing that first and fifteen
Jyea, uh!
And this one right here
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grinding
You know what I'm saying?
Legally and illegally
Hahaha..
You know what I'm talking about?
So, check it out

[Verse 1]
First got it when he was six
Didn't know any tricks
Matter of 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 lisp
Like THISSSSS
Now we can end the story right here
But shorty didn't quit there was something in the air
Yea, he said it was something so appealing
He couldn't fight the feeling
Something about it
He knew he couldn't doubt it
Couldn't understand it
Brand it, just the first kickflip he land it
Uh, labeled a misfit, a bandit
Kakunk Kakunk Kakunk!
His neighbors couldn't stand it so
He was banished to the park
Started in the morning wouldn't stop 'til after dark
Yea, when they said, "It's getting late in here..
...so I'm sorry young man there's no skating here"

[Chorus]
And so he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
And away he rolled
Just a rebel to the world with no place to go
And so he 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

[Verse 2]
My man got a little older
Became a better roller
Yea, no helmet, hellbent on killing himself
That's what his mama said, but he was feeling himself
Got a little more swagger in his style
Met his girlfriend she was clapping in the crowd
Love is what what was happening to him now
Uh, he said I would marry you
But I'm engaged to these arials and variels
And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry two
She said Bow, I weigh 120 pounds
Now, let me 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
Something odd 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]
And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
And away they rolled
Just lovers intertwined with no place to go
And so they 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

[Verse 3]
Before he knew he had a crew
That wasn't no punk
And they spitfire shirts
And SB dunks
They would push 'til they couldn't skate no more
Office building lobbies wasn't safe no more
And it wasn't like they wasn't getting chased no more
Just the freedom was better than breathing they said
Any escape route they used to escape out
When things got crazy
They needed to break out
They head to any place with stairs
Any good grinds
The world was theirs
Uh, and their four wheels would take them there
Until the cops came and said, "There's no skating here"

[Chorus]
And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast
And away they rolled
Just rebels without a cause with no place to go
And so they 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...and push...and coast

[Intro]
Ho! Yeah!
You know what it is...Lupe!
Chicano man! Yeah! Man!
You know I have ya right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

[Verse 1]
They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day
They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet
But they can't, they accented like the UK
Turn that ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray
Fragrantly fragrant and they can't 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 you to be putting on
Trust me I say this justly
I went from musty to musky and y'all can't mush me
I warn y'all cornballs I Hush Puppies
The swans in the pond call my duck ugly
But now they hug me, because it's 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

[Chorus]
You want the flava ma, hey I gotcha
You want the realness, well I gotcha
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 gotcha
You see my peoples here, you know we proper
You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

[Verse 2]
And I'm from Chi-Town, that's 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 y'all 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

[Chorus]
You want the flava ma, hey I gotcha
You want the realness, well I gotcha
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 gotcha
You see my peoples here, you know we proper
You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

[Verse 3]
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, it's 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
I'm on my pimp, my temperature is tempura
I take it easy on my watch I'm 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 it's 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

[Chorus]
You want the flava ma, hey I gotcha
You want the realness, well I gotcha
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 gotcha
You see my peoples here, you know we proper
You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

f/ Josh Matranga

[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: Josh 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 burn them flows 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 burn them flows 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 burn them flows 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 burn them flows 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 Josh ad libs*}

f/ Gemini, Sarah Green

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?"

Fresh to def she is
From her steps to her set she is
So death might not let me live
Ya dig
Fresh
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 little 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 lookin for light like that
Then there it go
Yeah
Right over there
So I prepared to pour it
Little scared
My stare lowered
Momma said have no fear
Plus I'm already outta my chair
Gathered up my airs
On my square
From here for it
Its nothing, right?
So here go it
Whispered in her ear
It was crowded in here
Would she care to blow it
She said yeah

*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*

Never met her before
But I think I like her like a metaphor
Hard to get
In the
Car we sit
From the intro
She rolled down the window
Just in case I was a skitzo
I compliment on her common sense
I'm calm
A little more confident
Uh huh
And then we lose consciousness
...
She says that I've been waitin for you
And I know that you've been chasing me too
Since they kidnapped me from my castle
I've been thinking of you
I told a fire breathin dragon he bet not harm me
Or be sorry
When he meets my for 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 a SUV
I said see
Too beautiful to let you sleep
You're my sunshine

*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*

Relationship is just 30 minutes long
Its kinda heavy
Maybe a little strong
Goin 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
Out of the trillions of #s that's in the world
Just leave me a few
They'll lead to you
Won't be long and
I'll see you in the morning
Cool

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

You're my sunshine
You're my moonlight...

f/ Jill Scott

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

He came back, in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two earrings, a chain layin on his chest
He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it
And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it
Smelled the Hennessy from when his niggaz 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 fillin the casket up
Floatin down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second grade handwritin simply read "I miss ya"
Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture
Right next to it, one of his mans stuck a swisher
He had a notion as he laid there soakin
He saw that the latch was broken
He kicked his casket open and he

This life goes passin you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived, and you die, oh oh ohoh
If life goes passin you by
Don't cry
If you're 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, he swallowed it
Workin like a, hmm, reverse archeaologist
Except, his buried treasure was sunshine
So when some shine through a hole that he had drove
It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind
He grabbed onto some grass and climbed
Pulled himself up out of his own grave, and looked at the time
On the watch that had stopped 6 months after the shots
That'd got him in the box, ringin Henny out his socks
Figured it was hours because he wasn't older
Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder
So, with a right hand that was all bones
And with no reason to stay he decided to walk home so he

This life goes passin you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived, and you die, oh oh ohoh
If life goes passin you by
Don't cry
If you're breaking the rules, making your moves, paying your dues
Chasing the cool

He begged for some change to get him on the 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 of fact, only thing on his brain was brains
Yeah, and gettin back in his lane, doin 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 little niggaz tried to sell him rocks
It just felt weird, bein 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're scared, ain'tcha?"
He said, "Hustler for death, no heaven for a gangsta" and

This life goes passin you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived, and you die, oh oh ohoh
If life goes passin you by
Don't cry
If you're breaking the rules, making your moves, paying your dues
Chasing the cool

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
LyricsThey 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

f/ Jay-Z

[Lupe Fiasco]
Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND!!
Jay... Lupe!

Yeah, uhh
And so it seems that I'm, sewin jeans
And, 1st and 15 is just a sewin machine
So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in seams
And, button in this hustlin then publically I'm Buddy Lee
There's no bustin them and cuffin them is like
usherin in the regime, they want me to make Prince pants
But I withstand, I ain't gotten into that
A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back
Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye
Give 'em the game, that's like givin chocolate to the fat
Look, how you think I got here?
That's the same game that came through where I lived as a kid
in the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back
Made me a ripper, deliver like river
Content a little more thicker, slicker
Yeah, and they said oil and water don't mix
Now they all down at the beach washin off the fish
Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your ships
YEAH!

[Chorus]
It's my life, my life - everything I dooo I dooooo for you
I do it all for you - everything I say you knowwww it's the truth
I'll say it is the truth - I'll take all the pressure offff of you
Take pressure off of you; I'll take, the pressure off of you

[Lupe Fiasco]
YEAH!
Uhh, it's hella proper (proper)
Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, like a boxer's
That's the way that the Family's pants worn
Then we slide, and try and put 'em on
The stones in the pocket'll drag you down to Davy Jones locker
Beware if you wanna Roc the Knickerbocker
Other nigga from the block what, they was sellin O's
like Wheel of Fortune, of imported cocaine
just to feel important, it was +Do or Die+
They was tired of bein "Po' Pimps," now for sure
That was just a product of my common sense
I guess, I was just guessin like the consonants
Momma said beware of what the devil do
Tell 'em that your soul's not for sale like the W's
So go ahead and pirate, the highest
cannons make you leak like pirated my shhh..
It's no shhh.. it's just shhh like quiet
And big homey's out of retirement

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, Young, uhh
So the pen is mightier than the sword my lord
My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes
And I still remain the artiste through thees all
If you force my hand I'll be forced to "draw"
If the war calls for war halls
Hope you got enough space on your hall's walls
I make niggaz murals, then escape the bureau's
investigation, out in Europe on vacation
I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy
(Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy
Sound boy, you don't wanna soundclash loud noise
leave niggaz paranoid if not paralyzed
Which means you can't walk in my shoes
Too much green you can't talk in my hue
Extend the team, nigga holla at Lu'
1st and 15th, that's my cue, I'm through

[Chorus]

f/ Matthew Santos

[Lupe Fiasco]
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

[Lupe Fiasco]
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 aint learned to walk already heavily armed
Civilians and little children is especially harmed
Camoflouged Torahs, Bibles and glorious Qurans
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
The rich must be blind because they didnt see the poor there
Need to open up a park, just closed 10 schools
we dont need 'em
can you please call the fire department they're down here marchin for freedom
burn down ATV's, turn their TV's on to teach 'em and Move!

[Hook: Matthew Santos]
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 it gets
American Terrorist!

[Lupe Fiasco]
Now the poor klu klux man see that we're all brothers
Not because things are the same becuase we lack the same color
And thats green, now that's mean
cant burn his cross cause he cant afford the gasoline
Now if a muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus
With the seconds running give you the jitters?
Just imagine a American-based christian orginization
Planning to poison water supplies to bring the second-coming quicker
Nigga they aint livin properly
Break 'em off a little democracy
Turn their whole culture to a mockery
Give 'em coca-cola for their property
Give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun
If they aint givin it up, then they aint gettin none
And dont giv 'em all naw ,man, just give 'em some
Its the paper, some of these cops must be Al-Qaeda nigga uh

[Hook: Matthew Santos]
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 it gets
American Terrorist!

[Lupe Fiasco]
It's like
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
Don't give the black man food, give they 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

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
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

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And never fall asleep

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Roll in it, let music bumpin, windows tinted
Through they neighborhoods and all of the wolves in it
It's already controlled in it
Seen it come and go, sellin they soul in it
Diamond and gold plated
Fountain of youth, dippin my toes in it
Bounced in the booth, spit it, like scoldin it
Putting my heart and my soul in it
Cause

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And never fall asleep

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco]
Once upon a time, not long ago
Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po'

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
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

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And I will never sleep

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Marvin Billups said wasup 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

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Then we only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And we will never sleep

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco]
Once upon a time, not long ago
Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po'

[Verse 5: Lupe Fiasco]
I put it on my grand mama's daughter
My microphone control of the soul of slave hummin "Wadin in the Water"
I author like PW brother, like a hustla
God place me in ya armor, I prescribe no partnas
I do it for the hood like a parka
And tell my niggaz not to shiver
Only time we quiver like a archer is

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Cause we only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And we will never sleep

[Verse 6: Lupe Fiasco]
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

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And I will never sleep

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco]
Once upon a time, not long ago
Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po'
He said...

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 restuarant 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

So he kick, push
LyricsOver his shoulders he swore he'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' 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' 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, swich over to trasitions, helped her conquer it
Pays for her momma's pills with a sponsership
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

That's why, that's why, that's why she kick, push
Over her shoulders she swore she'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive (Yeah, uh)
That's why she kick, push
Over his shoulders she swore she'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive (yeah)

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 fithy 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 everytime 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, Soundtrakk's a genius
Love from Tony Hawk, beat from the Ice Creamer's
Before we out it out had to pay the fillipinas
Just to show 'em how...

You kick, push
Over your shoulders you swore you'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive (Yeah, uh)
That's why you kick, push
Over your shoulders you swore you'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive (yeah)

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