Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007) by Lupe Fiasco (보컬) on maniadb.com

They thought it was cool to burn crosses in your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your backyard.
They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty and stranded, Katrina.
He thought it was cool to carry a gun in his classroom and open fire, Virginia Tech columbine, Stop the violence.
They thought it was cool to tear down the projects and put up million dollar condos, Gentrification.
They think it's cool to stand on the block hiding products in their socks making quick dime bag dollars.
They think it's cool to to ride down on you in blue and white unmarked cars, bustin you upside yo head.
Freeze....cause the problem is we think its cool too.
Check your ingredients, before you overdose, on the cool.

[Gemstones]
If we can break down those walls to set you freeee
we would, cause we out heeeere...
And we miss yooooou...
If we could build a ladder that tall to come and see yoooou
we would, cause we down heeeere...
And we miss yooooou...

[Sarah Green and Gemstones]
If we can break down those walls to set you freeee
we would, cause we out heeeere...
And we miss yooooou...
If we could build a ladder that tall to come and see yoooou
we would, cause we down heeeere...
And we miss yooooou...

I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
I got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow

I`m back I`m back
I`m cool I`m cool
It`s our identity
All me
No ghost no 16 bit like sega genesis
All g ball on the ball soundtrack on the track gemini on the job shayla g on the g sarah green
for the green free chilly
And I`m back on my thing for the listeners
What you are about to to witness is
Lu new valuable album 2
Get ready for the ghetto ghetto images

From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with the flow
That I`m holdin

I`m on my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow

Love, got the windy city on my back
So I`m back on my grizzle like a bearskin rug
Put some lain on the floor blame it on the goat
Little rapper turn it out cause I`m very pluh
I convert I can work anywhere any word you can ask my brother huh
He`ll concur that I`m sers with the worst with the man up above thank you very much
That I got what I got and I`m at where I`m at like an a in a circle with a pay little erkel
What they say when they see og from the f to the f to the amazing verbals
They race in circles like they raisin a gerbil
I race in a circle like I`m raisin a horse
I`m racin a porsche while they racin in place
They race in a cage I race on a course
COURSE
That case in the court did not defer the dream
I am still a raising man with sun raging against the machine

From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with the flow
That I`m holdin

I`m on my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow

I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)

Hey hey don`t hate on me
My tank on full your tank on e
Look good on you look good on me
Cause I`m a go and never gon s-t-o-p
Like hey hey don`t hate on me
My tank on full your tank on e
Look good on you look great on me
Cause I`m a go and never gon s-t-o-p

Like hey hey I`m the boss
Rock genuine time not de lacoste
be on clean and phenom jeans
Little rap is like azemof
I let my momma into rhyming and she raised me off
A 80s baby on file like a safety off
Got my hood ridin high on 28s
Off of everything that`s gon be like a 84
And they in love with him and I`m in love with them
And we never ride dubs again
No we won`t
Tryna get above the rim
A little too short to dunk
So we donk
From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with the flow

I`m on my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow

I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I`m from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world

The coolest niggah... what? [X16]
Lord please have sympathy, and forgive my cool, young history, as
The coolest niggah... what? [X4]

[Verse 1]
I love the Lord,
But sometimes it's like that I love me more
I love the peace
And I love the war
I love the seas
And I love the shore
No love for no beach
Baby, that's law
But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil
I trip, I fall
Run up and raw.
I love her, with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel,
Every bullet lodged
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said - that she would give me greatness,
Status, placement above the others
My face would grace covers
Of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene,
The obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen,
I could be her king
Together, she would make me cool
And we would both rule, forever,
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure, ever, again
And if the rain stops,
And everything's dry
She would cry
Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She'll teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall
And I plummet from the sky
But she will keep me high
And if I ever die
She would comission my image on her bosom
To him
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell
And I'll be...

The coolest niggah... what? [X8]
Lord please have sympathy,
And forgive my cool, young history as
The coolest niggah... what? [X4]

[Verse 2]
And so began our reign
The Trinity, her and I came
No weather man could ever stand
What her and I can
Hella hard
Umbrella, whatever,
Put plywood on propeller panes,

And pray to God that the flood subside
'cause you gonna need a sub till he does reply
And not one of Jared's
You think it's all arid
And everything's irie
Another supply
That means another July
Inside my endless summer
That was just the eye of the Unger
Felix, 'cause he is the cleanest amongst the
Younger, outstanding achieving up-and-comers
The ones that had deadbeat daddies
And well to do mommas
But not well enough to keep 'em from us
The ones that were fightin' in class
Who might not pass
Rap record pressure to laugh
And a life not fast
"Can you feel it?"[echo]
That's what I got asked
"Do I love her?"[echo]
I said I don't know
Streets got my heart, Game got my soul
One time's my sunshine will never hurt your soul
Quote
To a crying, dishonored baby momma
Who's the momma to a daughter
That I had fathered from afar
My new lady gave me a Mercedes
And a necklace with a solid gold key
Like the starter of a car
The opener of a door or two pounds of raw
You gave me a baby, but what about lately?
Then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd
Right up in her face, G
There's more fish in the sea,
I'm on my mission to be, be

The Coolest niggah... what? [X8]
Lord please have sympathy,
And forgive my cool, young history
The Coolest... what? [X4]

[Verse 3]
Come. These are the tales of The Cool.
Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school
And seek unholy grails like a fool
And hang with the players of the pool
Fast talkin' on the hustle
No Heaven up above you
No Hell underneath ye
And nowhere will recieve thee
So.
Shed no tear
When we're not here
And keep your faith,
As we chase

The Cool [echoes]

If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The camera's here
and the microphones and they wanna know
Oh oh oh oh
If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The crowd is here
and the lights are on and they wanna show
Oh oh oh oh yeah



Yea, uh
A fresh cool young Lu
Trying to cash his microphone check 2, 1, 2
Want to believe my own hype but it's too untrue
The world brought me to my knees
What have you brung you?
Did you improve on the design?
Did you do something new?
Well your name ain't on the guest list
Who brung you? You
The more famous person, you come through
And the sexy lady next to you
You come too
And then it hit me
Standing outside of heaven waiting for God to come and get me
I'm too uncouth
Unschooled to the rules
And too gum shoe
Too much of a newcomer
And too uncool
Like Shadow and Lavelle
I battle with it well
Though I need a holiday like lady who sung blue
Go back what ever you did you undo
Heavy is heaven
The devil on me two tonnes too


If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The camera's here
and the microphones and they wanna know
Oh oh oh oh


And you better wear your shades
The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage
Down through the basement
Past the Indian graves
Where the dinosaurs laid
And out through China
Nearly misses air liners
Magnified times five
This is pointed at the rhymer
Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaze
Now that's important to say
Cuz even with all of that
Most of us don't want it to fade
We want it to braid
Meaning we want it to grow
Meaning we want it to stay
Like the governor called
And they told him to wait
Un-strap him from the chair
And put him back in his cage
The audience ain't fazed
And they ain't gon' clap and they ain't gon' praise
They want everything back that they paid
Cuz they been waiting since ten to see the lights get dim



If you are what you say you are
a superstar
then have no fear
the crowd is here
and the lights are on and they want a show
oh oh oh oh yeah

So chauffeur chauffeur come and take me away
Cuz I been standing in this line
For like five whole days
Me and security ain't getting along
And when I got to the front they told me all of the tickets were gone
So just take me home where the mood is mellow
And the roses are grown
M&M's are yellow
And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker
Everybody gets a nice autograph picture
One for you and one for your sister
Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener
Every song's a favorite song
And mics don't feed back
All the reviewers say you need to go and see that
And everybody claps cuz everybody is pleased
Then they all take the stage and start performing for me
Like ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha

If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The camera's here
and the microphones and they wanna know
Oh oh oh oh
If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The crowd is here
and the lights are on and they wanna show
Oh oh oh oh yeah

[Intro]
I know, I know but I gotta get up outta here,
you know, I gotta go pay these bills,
I got a show to do, you know?
One time, for your mind.

[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
and wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 1]
I love her
And I hate to leave her lonely
Ring ring went the Iphone, it was my homie
He said, "let's hit Japan,
If we can make 'em jam,
We can make a hundred grand,
Spend it in the south of France
Nothing further. "I jumped,
Grabbed my go-yard trunk,
Got ready to walk it out, like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks.
That's when I heard Murder
You're killin me, you're fillin' me
With "sorrow, sunrise, goobye's",
And "missin you tomorrow's".
I turn to see my dream
Love supreme queen, meanest thing on the scene, cry.
I drop my bags in a flash
That's faster one A-T on that dash-er,
To dry your tears.
And wipe the rain from my dear like dash-er,
Use the dame who's the username to all my pass-words.
The reason I get fly as Ivan Jasp-er,
I even keep your picture in my pass-purt.
(love, love)

[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
and wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.

Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 2]
So let's keep it, real,
All in't together, "FREE CHILL!"
Tell the stewardess to throw a movie, on the reel.
Heat up my kosher meal, exchange my dollar bills,
Lean back in my first-class seat, and sleep.
Don't wake me till I land, when they barely understand
What I speak, but they nod to my beats.
I tell my fans who I am and they stand and they clap
They applaud. They love me, my God.
"O'scadie sama'desta" or maybe "au revoir,"
"A spree on Saint Henry," then back to Charles de Gaul.
So I can get home and tell her everywhere that I been,
And, everything that I done, and,
Tell her that she's the one, and, um.

[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
and wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.

Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 3]
Uh
Guess who's back in the, hooouse,
With a bunch of souvenirs, and a smile for your mouth.
I really missed you, each and every night I kissed you
In my dreams, 'fore I went to sleep, to La-La land to count them sheep.
I swear you're lookin prettier than ever,
It's got to be a prophecy for us to stay together ever more.
For better or, less or poor, all worth the wait in buried treasure
X's on the shore.
I know my world tour's like war to you,
But Ian said, "Aloha," and Harley said, "Cheers!"
Julian said, "Bonjour!, "Big O was like "Yeahhhhh!"
Amanda and Lemessie want to know when we goin there.
Edison sends his love, so does the rest of the club
Of the international play-boys and play-yas.
But I revoke my membership, all for My Tenderness,
She said, "Pursue your interests, 'cause even If
I'm ticketless, I'll be there, by your side,
In your heart and, on your mind."
So, as I taxi down another runway,
I Gotcha, who loves you 'baby?
Now bring it back, now, uh.

[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
and wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.

Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brasil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

Wherever I go sheeeeeee gooooes.
Wherever I go sheeeeeeeeeeeee goooooooes.

(Chorus Pooh Bear & Snoop Dogg)
Gather 'round, go ahead and stare
These street folk don't need permission
My life's in high definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission
My life's in high definition

(Verse One - Lupe Fiasco)
And my return
It's more like a re-up
I hold a hoe like a tea cup
World in one hand, while the other hand throw the peace up
My other hand throwin' we without the E up
I got like five more, man I'm somethin' like Sheeva
And if all wrong number four deluxe
See I been around the world like the gnome
But I come from a zone where the homes are beat up
The folks on loans and the stones are beat up
Police tap my phones, got my songs on speaker
Said he's spat the poems got they domes all geeked up
To get up on they domes and become young leaders
Oprah put it on my culture now that ain't wrong
Imus got it from the rhymers now that ain't blown
They gave my man forty-four now they ain't long
I put it all on my shoulders now that ain't strong
I made it out alive from the streets of the westside C-H-I
Now if that ain't home you better tell 'em

(Chorus Pooh Bear & Snoop Dogg)
Gather 'round, go ahead and stare
These street folk don't need permission
My life's in high definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission
My life's in high definition

(Verse Two - Lupe Fiasco)
And in my flyness I've become the hero and the sidekick
The rider and the nigga that'll ride with
In your ear like the maker of the vivrant
Assalam alaikum to the nigga of the Vivrant
Them other niggas I don't vibe with
Now I was about three when the eyes went
But I can see everything that you trying to be
You can't hide it, while you comin' out your throats like the Heimlich
I came up the belly like a hop script
Only my circumstance revised it
Hijacked the road and went and shot the pilot
I'm trying to go public so I can get the private
Been so busy then go and get the pirates
Then hit Africa try to fix the virus
Go back to the hood tell Huggie open the hydrants
R.I.P. Stack B, I'ma keep you alive, kid
Dressed in somethin' so fresh and wonderful
FnF and S-N-Double-O-P!

(Chorus Pooh Bear & Snoop Dogg)
Gather 'round, go ahead and stare
These street folk don't need permission
My life's in high definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission
My life's in high definition

(Verse Three - Snoop Dogg)
Loopy it's Snoopy, let's go out
Tiptoe through the door do it Doggystyle
And tell all my chicks in Chi-i-cago
Loopy hit the lotto, Snoopy hit the bottle
Dolemite tight they bite and might follow
Take this chill pill, little nigga swallow
Recital is very homicidal
The big screen will capture you 'cause it's high definition
Listen cookin' collard greens in the kitchen
Them alphabet boys on the mission
If you out to get cash you better get it quick fast
'Cause nowadays niggas get to snitchin' on your bitch ass
Even your boys best believe in them toys
Especially when a nigga know your real name
BLAM! BLAM! went the blammer
Smile nephew you on candid camera
Film at eleven
Dressed in somethin' so fresh and wonderful
FnF and S-N-Double-O-P!

(Chorus Pooh Bear & Snoop Dogg)
Gather around, go ahead and stare
These street folk don't need permission
My life's in high definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission
My life's in high definition

<i>[Intro: x2]</i>
Let's peruse the essential of cool
A brief study of the things so instrumental to you
That make me feel flyer than lobbys at bellevues
An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school
Now

<i>[Lupe Fiasco:]</i>
In my Fall of Rome jeans, my headporter wallet
My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Chen clock shit
My not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school
One of Jay-z's boys now I'm skating in your pools
Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules
Like a young fifty I'm on my world tour
Good morning Singapore I'm bringing the sun with me
From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities
I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies
Parisian sensibilities so stay out the vicinity of

<i>[Bridge:]</i>
Yea, yea she loves it over here
It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my fancy broad
And she full grain
So it's no words
And it's no slang
And I'm no trick
And I'm no lame
It's just so sick
That she's so game
It's just yea, yea she loves it over here <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[Lupe Fiasco:]</i>
I like zip-t, candles and Maharishi sandals
And Dita sunglasses and Purple Murder Service samples
I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle
Such a good designer Junya Wantanabe got genu
I like Yohji Yamamoto and I might roll solo
Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos
I like Mont Blanc pens and Moleskine paper
I like go-yard bags and green Now-n-Laters
Monical magazines and Japanese manga
Futura Nosferatu's and HTM trainers
I like street fighter 2 I just really hate Zangief
If only Ken and Ryu I find it hard to beat Blanca
I keep a Wii Nun-chuk hanging and a uncle album banging
If you negative in energy stay of the vicinity of...

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my ghetto broad
And she's so plain
Gotta couple SCARS
And one of those long names
And she fight a nigga
And cusses wit no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin up cocaine
But she..
<i>[x4]</i>
It's just yea, yea she loves it over here

And my most coveted thing is my high self-esteem
And the low tolerance for them telling me how to lean
See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen
See the wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king
Now God don't like ugly, ain't too happy bout pretty
I am ignorance's enemy so stay out of the vicinity of...

Yea, Yea the niggas over there
Yea, Yea now look at what I wear

<i>[repeat chorus]</i>

Dedicate dedicate
( Lupe speaking )
Uh this one right here goes out
To my homie with the dream
Nahmean

( Verse 1 )
He said 'I write what I see'
Write to make it right
Don't like where I be
I like to make it like
The sights on tv
Quite the great life
So nice and easy
See now you can still die from that
But it's better than not
being alive from straps Agreed
A mead notebook and a Bic that click
When it's pushed and a wack ass beat
Thats a track thats weak
That he got last week
Cuz everybody in the studio
Was like "thats that heat"
A bass heavy medley with a
sample from the 70s
With a screwed up hook that went
STACK THAT CHEESE
Something somethin somethin
STACK THAT CHEESE
Mother sister cousin
STACK THAT CHEESE
He couldnt think of nothin
STACK THAT CHEESE
He turns down the beat
writers block impedes
Crying from the next room a baby in need
Of some pampers and some food
and a place to sleep
That plus a black cadillac on D's
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC

( Chorus: Nikki Jean )
One you never heard of
I push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip Hop has saved my life ( Repeat )

( Verse 2 )
Reps Northside so he rocks them braids
Eleven hundred friends on his myspace page
Stack that cheese got seven hundred plays
Producer made him take it down
Said he had to pay
Open mic champ 2 weeks in a row
Ex D-boy with a B-boy flow
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go
Got a daddy servin life and
a brother on The Row
Best homie in the grave
Tatted up while in the cage
Minutemaid got his momma workin like a slave
Down baby momma who he really had to honor
Cuz she was his biggest fan
Even let him use the Honda
Drive up to Dallas went to
open up for amateurs
Let him keep her debit card
So he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on
He gonna take her to the gallery
Buy up everything but the mannequins ya dig

( Chorus )
One you never heard of
I push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip Hop has saved my life ( Repeat )

( Verse 3 )
His man called said "your time might be now"
They played your freestyle over "Wipe me down"
They played it two times
Said it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-TOWN in a while
He picked up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every single word to
the newborn child
Then he put em down and went
back to the kitchen
Put on another beat and got
back to the mission
Of get his momma out the hood
Put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady lookin good
Have her rolling like she should
Show his homies theres a way
Other than flippin' yay
Bail his homie outta jail
Put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school
Show the shorties thats it cool
Throw some candy on the caddy
Chuck the duece and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from goin back to sellin' crack yessir

( Chorus )
One you never heard of
I push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip Hop has saved my life
( Repeat 3x )

Hip hope has saved my life ( 4X )

She said there was no love in her heart.
Cause one day a rapist attacked her and broke that all apart.
She said there was no way to fix it or to cover her scars.
Then one day a guy came along and probably could help her start.
He was sincere, made her believe it was safe for her to trust again.
Before long she was cool with givin hugs to him.
Knew that it was right,
cause something was wrong, the alarms in her mind didn't tell her
that he didn't belong. There was no...

Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder,
Alert, alert, alert, alert.
(x2)

He said nobody else ever loved him.
That's why he get high enough to go touch the heavens above him.
Vividly remembers every pipe, every needle that stuck'em.
Every alley he ever slept in, every purse that he snuck in.
Every level of hell he's been to and the one that he's stuck in.
The one he can't escape, even though it's of his own construction.
Maybe you can't relate, maybe you one of those that just doesn't.
Maybe he doesn't care, loves to allow these demons to come in with no...

Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder,
Alert, alert, alert, alert.
(x2)

Famine striking his home, landing no social standing
in the economic pecking order.
Emergency relief distribution systems is in disorder,
he's checking water making sure it's safe enough
for his daughter to float across in the boat he built.
Hopefully strong enough to support her.
Praying border patrols don't catch her ass process
and deport her before she reach the shore of the land
of the free. Where they feed you, treat you like equals.
Deceive you, stamp you, and call you illegal when there's an...

Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder,
Alert, alert, alert, alert.
(x2)

(Sarah Green)

There's someone here, and it's not me
How could this be?
I locked my doors
Kept my armies on my shores
Point my rockets at my sky
I'm so fortified
I built my walls so high (so high)
So, why? (So, why?) ...are there...


Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder,
(x3)

Tonight, tonight, tonight

[Matthew Santos]
The stars are alive, and the path is colliding
the plan is arriving, and she's out there smiling
the fear is upon us, the skies tried to warn us
their perils are goners, no children to mourn us
it's driving me crazy this whore is my lady
we've lost all our babies and God is amazing
the tick of the timer, the slip of the rhymer
the pimp and the riser your cross there you'll find her
hey, hey

[CHORUS]
Death is on the tip of her tongue and
dangers at the tip of her fingers
streets are on fire tonight
Death is on the tip of her tongue and
dangers at the tip of her fingers
streets are on fire tonight

[Lupe][Verse 1]
Disease the virus is spreading in all directions
no safe zone no cure and no protection
no symptoms define the signs of an infection
no vaccines, remedies, and no corrections
Quarantine the dreams and seal off the connections
don't let them in not a friend not a reflection
everybody's got it and want you to have it next and
don't accept them if you want to stay as an exception
no pill can heal the ill of this
sickness some are still in doubt of its existence
some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance
some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance
the poor say the rich have the cure
the rich say the poor are the source
revolutionaries say it's physiological war
invented by the press, just to have something to report
some say the first case came from a maternity ward
some say a morgue, some say the skies, some say the floors
whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores
and everybody is sure
the scientist say it only affects the mind
the little boy said it only affects the girls
the preacher man said it's going to kill off the soul
a bum said it's going to kill the whole wide world.

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2]
Believe some say the neon signs by the
loudspeakers repeating that everything is fine;
a subtle solace to demolish the troubled conscience
of a popus with no knowledge and every freedom denied
every dream is designed and broadcasted
from the masters to the masses
from the antennas on the top of the shrines
refine the receiver and plant it
during the panic and short it, it reports back
everything in your mind, everything is lying
everything is dying, everything is a rule
everything is a crime, everything was here then
everything rewind the new
weather burned the feathers off everything flying
(And she likes it, and she loves it)
the sadness, the madness, the bash it
the lavish, the fastest, the clashes, the ashes to ashes
everything intertwined
my femme fatale my darling fraudulent angel
once caught her changing the batteries in her halo
receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for
and the address to the factory where they made those
scientist said she's all inside my mind
the little boy said what happened to all the girls
the preacher man said she's going to kill off your soul
the dope boy said it's the whole wide world

[CHORUS]

(Intro - Lupe Fiasco Sample)
Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
He robbed the candy shop told 'em lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag; take the pennies out the drawer

Little Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and American devils
A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face
Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal

Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad
That he snuck in the school in his black book bag
His black nail polish, black boots and black hair
He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass

(Verse One: Lupe Fiasco)

I killed another man today
Shot him in his back as he ran away
Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade
Cut his wife throat as she put her hands to pray
Just five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball
That's what my commander say
How old? Well, I'm like 10, 11
Been fightin' since I was like six or seven
Now I don't know much about where I'm from
But I know I strike fear everywhere I come
Government want me dead, so I wear my gun
I really want the rocket launcher, but I'm still too young
This cannon give me courage not to fear no one
To feel no pain and hear no tongue
So I hear no screams and I shed no tear
If I'm in your dreams, then your end is near

(Chorus: Nikki Jean)
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you
There's a war, but the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We need you now

(Verse Two: Lupe Fiasco)
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A macabre parade of the toys he made
And shemaghs and shades who look half his age
About half the size of the flags they wave
And camouflaged suits made to fit youths
'Cause the ones off the dead soldiers hang a little loose
With AK-47's that they shootin' into heaven
Like they tryin' to kill the Jetsons
It's Struggle's little recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, violent
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways
Can't write they own names or read the words that's on they own graves
Think you, gangsta? Popped a few rounds?
These kids'll come through and murder a whole town
Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down
The grave gets deeper the further we go down

(Chorus: Nikki Jean)
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you
There's a war, but the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We need you now

(Verse Three: Bishop G)
Imagine if I had to console the families
Of those slain I slayed on game consoles
I aim, I hold, right trigger to squeeze
Press “up,” then “Y,” one less nigga breathe
“B” for the bombs, press “pause” for your moms
Make the room silent, she don't approve of violent games
She leave, resume activity
Start and blow hearts apart, sharp wizardry
Next part, I insert code to sweeten up
The little person's murder workload
I tell 'em they work for
CIA with a
A operative, I operate this game all day
I hold the controller connected to the soldier with weapons on the shoulder
He's only seconds older than me
My playful but serious
Now keep that online for online experience

(Chorus: Nikki Jean)
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you
There's a war, but the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We need you now

I swear I see this nigguh I'm ma kill him
I'm going to kill him so make a nigguh suffer
Ya know what I'm sayin

Man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy

Hey he had a whole lotta cheese
Plus he was a mac had a whole lotta seeds
Made a lot of nigguhs fat
Gave a whole lotta g's
Grams man he had a whole lotta these
And he would let you hold like a whole lotta keys
Even if you lose some he would give you new ones
Twice the bread its like he had two buns
And he had a whole lotta seeds
Even his kids had mills for reals
Some rich small fries wrappin paper since they was lil.

Man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy

He was a heart breaker and a law shaker
If it was bout cakin he was a part taker
International he would take trips bon voyage
Thats a hard he was fishin for the chips
So greedy he never gave to the needy
Thats what some say
The way he shunned all the bums hangin in the subways
He called them fruits then laughed at em
Delivery man on the pick-up drive through
And throw a bag at em
And it was hard to understand him sometimes
Makin a killin the way he had em standin in line

Man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy

Lovers call him king haters call him clown
He would say bite me thats the way its going down
He was having thoughts that maybe he should retire
Went to church on Sunday and saw a deep fry
Said he had beef and people want him dead
He loved the hungry ones was only scared of affairs
He lived the fast life couldn't get his path right
Fry just told him bout the hooters that he had last night
Turned himself in to the pattywagon, said no
Bacon wouldn't take him half the pigs on the payroll

My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy

To be continued on another menu ya dig.
Will he give up his life of crime or will he stay?
This, and other adventured on lupe fiasco's next album L.U.P.N

My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
Streets be all like feed me feed me
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy
My man said life ain't easy
When nigguhs gotta eat thats when shit gets greazy

Carrera
(dumb it down)
coolest nigga what
(dumb it down)
FNF up
(dumb it down)
(dumb it down)

(Verse 1-Lupe Fiasco)
I'm fearless now hear this im earless
and i'm pealess which means im eyeless
which means im tearless which means my iris
resides where my ears is which means im blinded
but imma find it i could feel it's nearness
but imma vear so i don't come near like a chicken or a deer
but i remember im not a listner or a seer so my windshields smear
here you stare i really shouldnt be behind this
clearly cause my blindness
the windshield in minstrel the whole grill is road kill
so trill and so sincere yea im both inveared
to both pills when a bloak in a trench coat
in the lotes in a chair had approached in here
made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror
the writer of the quotes from the ghost who supplier of the notes that they living
riverton is rosey pockets full of posies given
to the mother of the deceased awaken at war
'till i'm resting in peace (peace peace peace)

(Chorus 1-Gemini)
you going over niggas heads lu
(dumb it down)
they telling me that they don't feel you
(dumb it down)
we aint graduate from school nigga
(dumb it down)
them big words aint cool nigga
(dumb it down)
yea i heard "mean and vicious" nigga
(dumb it down)
make a song for the bitches nigga
(dumb it down)
we dont care about the weather nigga
(dumb it down)
you'll sell more records if you
(dumb it down)

(Verse 2-Lupe Fiasco)
and im mouthless which means im soundless
now as far as the hearing i found it
it was as far as the distance from the earing to the ground is
but the doorknockers on the ears of a stewardess and Alia
she fine and she flying im feeling fly by cause my minds on cloud nine
and in her mind at the same time
pimp see the wings on the underground king
whos also cling on to infinity and beyond
something realy stinks but i spence like leon
or lion in the desert im flying on Pegasus you flying on a pheasant
writer of the white powder picker of the fire flower
spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappelle skit
yea, smell it on my unicorn we snort the white horse
and toot my own horns (sleet)

(Chorus 2-white man)
you been getting too much light lu
(dumb it down)
you make em wanna do right lu
(dumb it down)
they're getting selfasteem lu


(dumb it down)
these girls is tryna be queens lu
(dumb it down)
they're tryna graduate from school lu
(dumb it down)
they're starting to think that smart is cool lu
(dumb it down)
they're tryna get up out the hood lu
(dumb it down)
i'll tell you what you should do
(dumb it down)

(Verse 3-Lupe Fiasco)
and im brainless which means im headless like Icabar Craine is
or foreplay-less sex is which makes me sainless
with no neck left to hang a chain with
which makes me neck less less like a necklace death
and i aint use my headrest yet
they say they need proof like a vestless chest
about to best fair FF jet in the nest
to excuse confidence and access debts
even scuba steve will find it hard to breathe around these leagues
my snorkle is a tuba luda ruler around these seas
westside Poseidon westside beside him
chest high and rising almost touching the knees
of stewardess and the pilot lucky they make flowered
personal floating devices is falling out of sleeves
David Blane, make it rain, make a boat i make a plane
then i pull the plug and i make it drain
until i feel like flowing and filling it up again
(westside)

(Chorus 3-Gemini)
You be putting me to sleep nigga
(dumb it down)
thats why you aint poppin in the streets nigga
(dumb it down)
you aint winning no awards nigga
(dumb it down)
robots and skate boards nigga?
(dumb it down)
GQ man of the year G
(dumb it down)
shit aint rocking over hear B
(dumb it down)
why dont you talk about your cars nigga
(dumb it down)
and what the f**k is go yard nigga?
(dumb it down)
make it rain for the chicks
(dumb it down)
poor champaign on a bitch
(dumb it down)
what the f**k is wrong with you?
(dumb it down)
how can i get on a song with you?
(dumb it down)

(Gemini speaking
Look B heres my math my 2way uhh,
this right here take this, that
right there f**k with my boy
Faradon nigga, nigga you hot to me
i like you

(Lupe Fiasco mix)
Listen G they told me i should come down cousin
but i flatley refused i aint dumb down nothing

I present the death of The Cool

Well I heard like a group of cows
That all ya enemies wanna shoot you down
They got AK-47s and a bunch of Mac 11s
Semi-automatic weapons that produce kapows

Word on the street is, they all got heaters
They gon' hit you up and you ain't even gon' see it
You got a lotta money, I ain't tryin' be funny
But they say, "Where you goin'? You ain't even gon' need it"

They see you ridin' 'round, shinin' with ya
Fine round diamonds pretty green-eyed lady
Been on the sideline poutin', while you prime time poppin'
Hungry niggaz want a piece of your pastry

I suggest you protect yo' bakery
'Cause they comin' for yo' head
And it's a bounty on that chain
That's hangin' from yo' neck, they said

I don't know, what you've been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta
(Die)
Don't know, what you been told in your ear
But business goin' round, somebody gotta
(Die)

Hit a nigga wit the mini-Mac strap
Clap any nigga think he gettin' Gs' down here
In a meter, any nigga gettin money and my honey
Man, I heard Micheal Young is the re-clown near

Run up on a nigga from the back wit a Mac
Gon' be strapped 'cause a nigga finna squeeze off ten
Run up on this nigga 'Lac, rat-ta-tat-tat
Click clack, where this nigga at? I need sin

Shit is goin' down ever I see him
Bump a nigga out like Oxy-10
And keep a couple of dollars up in the wallet
To pay the cops so they can never box me in
(Die)

That's what I'm thinkin'
While ridin' around polishin' this big pistol
I'ma catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam
So until we meet again, nigga it's cool

I don't know, what you've been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta
(Die)
Don't know, what you been told in your ear
But business goin' round, somebody gotta
(Die)

Don't pay them niggaz no mind
They hatin' on you, ain't nobody witta shotty
And plannin' on doin' a robbery, itchin' to catch a body
Creepin' in a stolen jalopy, out there waitin' on you

I'm sittin' in a stolen car, finna rob this nigga
Should I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him?
I been waitin' all day, tryin' spot this nigga
I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this nigga, uh

Plus they don't know about the chopper in the trunk
The Glocks in a box and the nine on tuck
The bulletproof glass, the 40's in the stash
You pull the steerin' wheel and it pop on up

Forty caliber stashed up in the stash box
Bulletproof windows, you couldn't break 'em wit a padlock
Ak in the trunk, where the sounds bump
Two twin Glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock

Man, we finna go up in this club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, then go and get some grub

I say we go up in this club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, then catch a few slugs

Ay, ay, ay, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee
And don't go nowhere, nigga wait for me
And if some niggaz do kill you in the next few minutes
Just remember my nigga, it's a heaven for a G

Ay ay, hold this right there I'll be
I'll be right back, I gotta take a piss man hold on
Fo' sho, ay man, ay don't leave I'll be right back
Ay, don't leave I'll be back

Hurry your ass up man, damn
Coolest nigga what, Coolest nigga what
Coolest nigga what, hustla fo' life, ay man
Aiyyo, nigga hurry yo' ass up, man

Cool ass nigga man, fuckin' three in the mornin'
Coolest muh'fucker in the world man
Niggaz ain't fuckin' with me man
Nigga high, smokin' fly ass car

I run these motherfuckin' streets
Niggaz out here lookin' for me
Nigga, I wish a motherfucker would
Ay nigga hurry yo' ass up, nigga, damn

Wassup now, nigga?
Ain't too cool now, is you nigga?

Let me put you on game
Let me put you on game

Don't you know that I run this place,
And I've begun this race,
Must I rerun this pace?
I'm the reason its become this way
And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised
(Lemme put you on game)
They love my darkness,
I make them heartless,
And in return, the have become my martyrs,
I've been in the poem of many a poet,
And I reside in the art of many a artist
(Lemme put you on game)
Some of your smartest have tried to articulate
My whole part in this
But they're fruitless in their harvesting
The drow grows from my footsteps
I'm the one that they follow,
I am the one that they march with
(Lemme put you on game)
Through the back alleys
And the black markets,
The Oval Offices,
Crackhouses and apartments
Through the mazes of the queens,
The pages of the sages
And the Chambers of The Kings
(Lemme put you on game)
Through the veins-es of the fiends,
A paper chaser's pager,
Yo, I'm famous on the scene
One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things
Speak every single language on the planet, y'all mean?
(Lemme put you on game)
I am the American dream,
The rape of Africa
The undying machine,
The overpriced medicine,
The murderous regime,
The tough guy's front
And the one behind the scenes
(Lemme put you on game)
I am the blood of this city,
It's gas, water, and electricity,
I'm it's gym, and it's math, and it's history,
The gunshots in the class
And you can't pass if you're missin, G.
I taught them better than that
I taught them aim for the head
And hope they never come back
I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby,
Hope he never comes back,
I hope he's with your mother,
With my hustlers high in my trap
(Lemme put you on game)
I hope you die in his trash,
I can't help it all you hear when your crying is laughs
I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag,
Behind the hospital little baby,
Beg to share what addicts had
(Lemme put you on game)
Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper,
A welfare-receiving prostitute
And gold digger,
You can watch on TV,
How they should properly depict you,
The rivers should flow with liquor,
Quench your thirst on my elixirs,
(Lemme put you on game)
I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor
The trusted misleader,
The number one defender,
And from a throne of their bones I rule,
These fools are my fuel
So I make them cool,
(Lemme put you on game)
Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool,
And feed 'em from the table that held Corleone's food,
If you die, tell them that you played my game
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name,
'Cause I'm the... (gunshot)

[Chorus]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are underground
No one will save you anymore
So what`s happening, what you rapping about?
It`s a boy. Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?

[Verse 1]
Or is it something they can never believe?
Or is it something you can never achieve?
Is it
Beyond your means?
Is it
Inside your dreams?
Can it
Never come out cause it`s scared to
Unprepared to
Too worried about the words of the people it`s weird to
You don`t want them to hear you
You just wish there was a door that would appear that you can go disappear through
Well I`m feeling your pain
I was feeling the same
But I said I`d never feel that again

[Chorus]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are underground
No one will save you anymore
So what`s happening, what you rapping about?
It`s a boy. Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?

[Verse 2]
Man
I really miss my pops
Hope that God watches over him and that he`s on top
That there is no more disease and that he`s alright
That he`s one of the generals inside the army of the light
And grandma, you know I had to bite something from you
So after every show it`s "peace, and much love to you"
Auntie Tweetie`s on the way, please look out for that girl
I know we`ll meet again, so it`s never me against the world

[Chorus]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are underground
No one will save you anymore
So what`s happening, what you rapping about?
It`s a boy. Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?

[Verse 3]
I hope that God forgive us, all of us sinners
Turn us back into beginners, put us up where the winners go
Holy apartments in the gardens in which the rivers flow
Thank you for all your blessings and all of your miracles
I thank all my fans and all my supporters
Shout out to Bishop G, congrats on your new baby daughter
I tip my hat to all my family and friends
Now we just got one more to go
L - U - P - END

[Chorus]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are underground
No one will save you anymore
So what`s happening, what you rapping about?
It`s a boy. Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?

LupeTheFiasco.blogspot.com
Congratulations ladies, this next one`s for you
Peace!

Where my ladies at?
I said where my ladies at?
Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at
And for you baby I'll be your maniac
Hey hey hey hey
And you don't have to worry 'bout nothing
Cuz everytime I see you baby you'll be rolling with me
Oh i'll be on the sidelines rooting for my dime
Holding up my sign and it say

Go baby! (Hoo hoo) (x16)

There my lady at
I said there my lady at
That's my honey if I give her money she ain't gotta pay me back
No you ain't gotta pay me back
Hey hey hey hey
And I'll forever give you my love cuz
When I'm down you always put a smile on me
And when all of my strength's up, and I'm 'bout to give up
And I need a lift up, I hear her say

Go baby! (Hoo hoo) (x16)

She loves me, she loves me more
Amour me, she assures
She adores me
Even when it's up and down like see-saw
Surely, we can start from scratch like default
When they say you're not my baby like Maury
You can tell 'em that they're telling a story
Testify like you're telling a jury
And I'll repeat like you said it before me
We undefeated like a veteran army
And we as heavy as an elephant, aren't we?
Let's take 'em to the zoo, or better yet a safari
They want me to leave my Dame like the fella from Marcy (No!)
But we go way back like a set of Atari's
From baby fat 'til we skeletons darling
"Me" starring "You" is what it says on the marquee
So let's go give them a show, on my heart, get set, go!

Go baby! (Hoo hoo) (x16)

And you're my sure-fire, superstar, sure-shot, firecracker
extravaganza, fantastic, super-size with extra cheese
You best believe
That you're my sure-fire, superstar, sure-shot, firecracker
extravaganza, fantastic, super-size with extra cheese
Yes indeed!

Where my ladies at?
I said where my ladies at?
Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at
And for you baby I'll be your maniac
Hey hey hey hey
And you don't have to worry 'bout nothing
Cuz everytime I see you baby you'll be rolling with me
Oh i'll be on the sidelines rooting for my dime
Holding up my sign and it say

Go baby! (Hoo hoo) (x16)