Lupe Fiasco

[fox69]

"Put Em Up"

"Put Em Up"


[Lupe Fiasco:]
Put one in the air like the king's son
For the heir to the kingdom
That means I'm a be the king once the king done
If he don't wanna leave then I might have to guillotine him
I sing some but I rap a lot like the king's son
Microphone checker all across the board you should king him
Diamond mine my mind make princesses like King Come
Every second worth of thinkin'
Is enough to fill three rings like Ringling's
That's how I kept it on the air; it's like a re-run
And kept the kings comin in obscene sums
See for me it's life or death like a king thumb
Mean something
That's why I don't play when I relay like a team run
And treat every single day like a scene one
Outlook on life like I ain't never seen none
Nigga, what

[Chorus:]
I keep my back to the past tell it bye bye
Face to the future tell it hi hi
Everything is super so is fly fly
Come and stick the fans up
Gon' and get your hands up high
High
High
High

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Post coast to coast, gotta dose of every lingo
The latest famous 80's baby like the dingo
Who evaded pushing daisies, dodge bullets like Remo
Remember like Ginkgo when we used to play bingo
Used to be in awe at what the pushers and the pimps owned
Now I flip cars like the ribs on the Flintstones
Haters got mad and as sensitive as shinbones
Had a Goodyear and my intention is to blimp on
Even if I'm injured I'm gonna limp into the end zone
From game one to the super like Karrine dome
That mean I went to Disney World and you just went home
It's Lupe and I ain't from there
But they root for the away
Yeah, they stunned there how eautifully I play
Gatorade the coach and tubas need to play now
Usually I stay; put'em on the roof for more truth for me to say
Nigga, what

[Chorus]

[Lupe Fiasco:]
The laboratory happy for me cause I'm back with my belongings
Ferrari 'bout as ready as when Carrie was the prom queen
Think outside the box like Larry Merchant, Don King
The glacier in Jamaica or a penguin out in Palm Springs
Yeah, keep'em in the air like a swan wing
And I'm a keep it magic as a Harry Potter wand swing
In my lil' shop with my terracotta pot
You be talkin' 'bout your kush, you should come and here my 'larm sing
So put'em up like a robbery
A Derrick Rose lob to me
And watch and see I alley-oop it properly
Football or volley-b, hock-e-ly or sock-e-ly
You just get the rock to me
Try and put me down like Gaddafi over Lockerbie
I'll lock you in a locker, b
Like Bruce Leeroy, like Johnny in a locker see
Shocka Z, only think that Tupac is toppin' me
Hot as rocket bottoms or Kilauea lava
What

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Put You On Game"

"Put You On Game"


[The Game: Laughing, smoking]

Lemme put you on game [gunshot]
Lemme 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 artictulate
My whole part in this
But they're fruitless in their harvestin'
The drow grows from my footsteps
I'm the one that they follow,
I am the one that they march with
(lemme put you on game)
Through the back alleys
And the black markets,
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
Seak 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 I hear when you're crying is laughs
I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag,
Behind the hospital little baby,
Crack addicts had
(lemme put you on game)
Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper,
A welfare-receiving prostitute
And gold digger,
You can watch on TV,
How they should properly depict you,
The rivers should flow with liqour,
Quench your thirst on my elixers,
(lemme put you on game)
I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor
Ihe 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]

 

[fox69]

"Pyramid"

"Pyramid"


FlyLo, Lupe, I go

Metabolize on the scattered snare
With the banana pies that he don't like
Like mosquito bites on the shins or ankles
In the end it bends
Let's begin and pretend it's tranquil
Upset stomach on the boat to Lucerne to see the lion
Carved in the wall by the pond
To commemorate the soldier dying over old divines
Ergo sum empire, not the inch but the entire
More pills mean more spills by the whore house with the extra door
To let the divorced out with force
And other course routes, of course
Cleopatra speaking patois with a mouth full of that jerk chicken
With rum in hand for the curse lifting
Onion bread with the shine to it
It's up and fair to define stupid
But she ain't dumb, at least she know that he ain't fun
And neither's Europe, even to the Middle Eastern tourists
Where oil is spent by the drum load
How many millionaires can the slums hold?
Potentially all of us, this whole plane and all the bus
As juggernauts bust through a wall of trust
You strain to see through the fog of dust
Like spaghetti for the meatballs
Of dust Parmesan immaculates
Head over heels like a back is flipped
The Japanese don't perceive Atlantaness
Love labors, get her backstage like the judge chambers
Everyone under the sun loves hugs from a young stranger
Or do us, oh foo us
On boats in the Bay of Pigs
Runaways wait with the wayward kids
And the underpaid slaves from Jamaican gigs
Don't shoe us, cause we ain't Bush
We ain't hoofs don't boo us cause we ain't cooked
But who else could hook the fufu up
In this book I mean, dumplings with dark continents
Dumb things even bar common sense
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes a terpin intertwines with the turbans
Vines with turbans and removes the minds of serpents
Detergents, deterrents and permits, to build a hut
Twerk team, Operation Build-a-Butt
Great like Gildersleeve
As a king breathes through a silver sieve
Jack and Jill ain't up that hill enough
Filtering lean through a gold grill
Theorize things from swole hills
They came became what that po' kills
Throw ho drills on that hotel, that'll oil spill
Looking at space from a submarine
Putting that bass in the club machine
Pushing that cake till it mush in that face ain't no love between
Fancy ass man wearing glove and rings
Flying round town in a tub of wings
Found out how to make love to fiends
He mixing that fudge with the drug of dreams
She too teenage to have a drug of choice
But she fuck with that Royce like she love Detroit
She rollin'
(Pharaoh, pharaoh)

 

[fox69]

"Real"
(feat. Sarah Green)

"Real"
(feat. 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..

 

[fox69]

"Remission"
(feat. Common & Jennifer Hudson)

"Remission"
(feat. Common & Jennifer Hudson)



[Hook - Jennifer Hudson:]
If I had a dollar, for every time they counted me out
And my back was up against the wall
I could have died but I came out fighting, fighting
I could have died but I came out fighting [x3]

[Verse 1 - Lupe Fiasco:]
With a breast full of lumps, man she ain't no punk
Said he gonna ride on it like a chopper in a trunk
Pink ribbon woman, she gone live forever
Even though the doctor said she only get a month
Said "It's my life, and you onle get in once"
These flowers smell too damn good to be living in the funk
So I finna get it in, and I finna get it crunk
And I finna get to living, ey-ey-ey-eyes on remission from the junk
Breast cancer can't hold me back
That's the answer when they told me that
It can knock me down, but I'm gon' be back, strong
Down for whatever, exceptional and I don't know how to quit
And I never said never, you can have that hair cause real talk bitch
I think I look better, let's do it

[Bridge 1 - Lupe Fiasco:]
Fighter, with everything inside her
Reporting live from Death Row, drop the charges see you life uh
Cellphones and your lighters, need you to put 'em up higher
So many candles on her birthday cake, might set the thing on fire

[Hook - Jennifer Hudson]

[Verse 2 - Common:]
My daddy say he got it in his prostate
When I went to see him, he had lost weight
Trying to find the words in a lost state, of mind
Pictures on the wall that remind
Me of the times that we once had
Had to take my daughter to see granddad
Pop, pop, nothing's impossible, you never been logical
I know what doctor's do, I know what God can do
Abdominal pain, hard to explain
For you to get better, it starts in your brain
Life ain't a game, the fight it remains, dance in the rain
When it first came, I was like damn
Then I start thinkin', then I start praying
Spirits went up, count went down
You gon' live forever, how you living now

[Bridge 2 - Common:]
Fighter, definition of a rider
Got all that ishh about you, with what you got inside ya
Cellphones and your lighters, put them things up higher
Even when you tired, you keep me inspired

[Hook - Jennifer Hudson]

[Verse 3 - Lupe Fiasco:]
Went undiagnosed and untreated
When they finally found it, told me too far along and he couldn't beat it
But he couldn't see it, miss me with that dead talk
Miss me, my legs walk and my hearts beats and my wife witness
So fuck cancer, my life with me, and if I die, it die with me

[Bridge 1 - Lupe Fiasco]

[Hook - Jennifer Hudson]

 

[fox69]

"Resurrection"
(feat. Kenna)

"Resurrection"
(feat. Kenna)



"The international community struggles
To get help into Haiti following
The worst disaster in United Nations history
Amidst the frustration and chaos
Surrounding the humanitarian efforts on the ground
There have been some miraculous rescues"

[Kenna]
Like a phoenix
From its ashes
We will rise
Follow angels
Into heavens
We will rise
Nothing's gonna take you down
We are everlasting now
We are everlasting now, now

[Lupe Fiasco (Kenna)]
Now I've been shaken
But I'm not broken
I won't be braking
Anytime
I have fallen
But I'm not ruined
I'll keep on moving
Into my
Resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
Resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)

[Lupe Fiasco]
Urgency, emergency among us
Life is in the crisis, tragedy's upon us
And we won't leave you stranded
Rapidly we cometh
To take you out the darkness
Show you where the sun is
Cries from the rubble
Are the voices this is sung with
And those that have stopped singing
We can still hear you under it
Right up out your worrying
Right into the wondrous
Right up off the ground
Right to where the thunder is
And it's where your sisters
And your mothers and your brothers is
Aunties and your friends
and your fathers and your husbads is
Watching with the rest of the world in astonishment
Live from up above, us via news coverage
Seen even more than the misery that happens is
The love, the strength, the history, the passion
The courage of an impoverished people
That the world once abandoned
Shining, infinite everlasting now

[Lupe Fiasco (Kenna)]
Now I've been shaken
But I'm not broken
I won't be braking
Anytime
I have fallen
But I'm not ruined
I'll keep on moving
Into my
Resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
Resurrection
Into my resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
Resurrection
Into my resurrection
Resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
Resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
We pray every prayer we know
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)

[Kenna]
We will rise up
We will rise up
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh
We will rise up
We will rise up
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh
We will rise up
We will rise up
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh
We will rise up
(Resurrection)

 

[fox69]

"S.L.R. (Super Lupe Rap)"

"S.L.R. (Super Lupe Rap)"


[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
I said think about your future
You can't do that tomorrow
But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR

[Lupe Fiasco - Verse 1]
O' ye tormented souls
My goal is to sit on the globe like North Poles
And that's the top mane; goin' hammer like a glock can
All flowing grammar; no shots strayin'
I'm so sober when I speak
I call it catchin' bullets with my teeth
You can feel it in your chest
Like Bruce Lee jumpin' on your vest
But I can't feel yours through my Superman "S"
Yes, I'm Superman'd-out
Red Cartier look like Superman's house
Inshallah to my plan hope it super pans out
My life is like Italians doin' 100 miles
And the top open like the roofer ran outta tiles
Walk right into Felipe's when I ran outta Chow's
Next up is crustaceans and fast food halals
The beef is all the same, it's just how they kill the cows
Somebody tell Malcom X that I'm tryna steal his style
And tell Cornell West that I'm tryna steal his fro
Go back in time, take the slaves plows, shovels, and they hoes
The masters get the "It Was Written" intro
SLR 10-4
SLR 10-4
Soundtrakk let the beat go
Soundtrakk let the beat roll

[Hook]
In this World I'm so alone
In a category all on my own
Cause I tell the World what I want to
Yeah I tell the World what I want to

Man I feel so alone
They treat me like an Outcast
Cause I tell the world what I want to
But you can't tell me what you gon' do

[Verse 2]
'Cause nigga I don't believe that
Like 9/11 came from Iraq
Mayweather on the speed bag
Automatic weapons keep the same rhythm he has
That's how the hood sound
Grew up in the hood town
West side ghetto, Windy City Cook Count'
Black skies lookin' up, crack pipes lookin' down
Accused of not lookin' back, blind nigga look around
City on my back, so the CHI go everywhere I'm at
Presence so shiny, Mercedes so matte
Cop that from Platinum, the color of my plaque
I memorize colors off of Yo! MTV Raps
A nightmare walkin' in a psychopath's nap
Defeat your purpose like a weed stash in the rehab
Guess who's sneakin' in the weed bags
They be me with my mean ass
Not tryna be anything but free as
Flow is so nuts, the track is getting' teabagged
Just wanna rap nice, that ain't me tagged
If you wanna be mean, then you wanna be me bad
Call it bein' Pretty Lyrically Swag
Soulja call it Super Lupe Lyrical
You can't understand me nor mimic my miracles
All I see is me and Im a mother lovin' mirror full
Bein' dope is all in the muscle
It's more than just a pause and a chuckle
I bench press elephants, and bowlin' ball juggle
So dont be scared to take the Super Lu route
Top 5 alive and I only got 2 out!
School ya on your history, I tell ya what you 'bout
Fight for all the right things and let the Huey New out
Pharrell what these niggas talkin' bout?
Two man Big Pun, a one man Slaughterhouse
A two album Jay-Z, a one nigga Wu-Tang
Young and hungry Mos Def, a conscious rappin' Lil Wayne
I don't care for similarities
Cause I'm a pioneer, not a parody
These aint bars, this is barbarity
SLR... Clarity

[Hook]
In this world I'm so alone
In a category all on my own
'Cause I tell the world what I want to
Yeah I tell the world what I want to

Man I feel so alone
They treat me like an Outcast
Cause I tell the world what I want to
But you can't tell me what you gon' do

[Verse 3]
Holy shock and awe, cattle prods
All up in the action with a fraction of the catalog
of my peers, I ain't doin' numbers like Amazon
but I'm here, and I'm revered
Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All City Chess moves makin' Donnie Diggy CRS fool
Carrera Era, pan Amera, F-Tool, Emperor, Free Chilly nigga, FNF Rules
'Ye, what these niggas talkin' bout?
A Jesus in the desert walkin', Dundee walkabout
A self imposed exile, learn to let the awesome out
Even if I was homeless I would still have an awesome house
Cause the World is mine, Lupe to the rescue, the World is fine
Words and lines of mine, I feel are better than every rapper in the World combined!
And that's how you do it
Everything flow, everything fluid
Stupid with the raps, but the raps never stupid
Trakk on the music, SLR ruthless
And the next whip is that Ferrari cart
Game over - body parts

[Hook]
In this world I'm so alone
In a category all on my own
Cause I tell the world what I want to
Yeah I tell the world what I want to

Man I feel so alone
They treat me like an Outcast
Cause I tell the world what I want to
But you can't tell me what you gon' do

 

[fox69]

"Say Somethin'"

"Say Somethin'"


Uh, we just going to keep it going and going
until I feel completed and happy about it. You know?

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter cams
And you down there in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the room
still hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama said they need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit into them like Celie
no longer G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but nothing bout me CG
It's all real, none of this is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop what's going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm balling like the tops of pawns
circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this like my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is like a week to us?"
Mic is shy and speakers blush, I is shy (Chi) and he is up
I correct, me is up - no we is up - cause its like two of me
and each of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
'cause I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen this
NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights, bravos

Yeah, I'm just playing....Internet, check!

 

[fox69]

"Schemes"

"Schemes"


(Uncle Lupe)
Alright it's time to go to sleep
(Hey Uncle Lupe)
What?
(Can you please tell us a bedtime story?)
Ugh, it's late man
Okay, okay okay, check this out, listen

Cold killer, bold old gorilla
Bold as a font with the thickness
Old as yellow gold in a Chevrolet with a stick shift
The story goes his mother left him on a church step
First step was out the front door then the first left
Down the block to the spots where the worst kept
Thirty years later got a thirty tier caper
To shoot up the scene and scheme
Plot, broken all down to two rounds of scotch
A pound means now and we too down to stop
Say ya got enough round for two thousand cops
Military grade, these things shoot round the block
Shh threat, check
The dame will hang out like chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
The room smells like fresh hand made tortillas
He recognized the tattoos of a real big Maui brother
Known for bad news when his cash rules
Are you familiar with the shell of the cashews?
As he holds the needle up to the light bulb
White girls into drunk, he stands up runs to the window and jumps

Aim for the pool... splash
The impact from that almost split him in half
Voice from the past asks did he enjoy the bath
Laughs with his arm in a cast, hold up

Never what it seems, everybody wanna be seen
On the cover of a magazine
Everybody want big things
Everybody want big dreams
Everybody want bling bling
Everybody wanna be the king
Everybody bling
Everybody sings
Everybody wanna big thing
In the valley of kings and pyramid schemes
It's never what it seems, everybody wanna be seen
On the cover of a magazine
Everybody wanna sip lean
Everybody want a big dreams
Everybody want bling bling
Everybody want C.R.E.A.M
Everybody wanna have a team
Everybody wanna be the king
Everybody want a big scheme in the land of pyramid schemes

As he tried to do the math with Smearcon the fed
The contract states from here upon your dead
The girl at the bar is an underworld star
Settling on debts with north Zanzibar
Your names on the list, kitsch
A hundred million dollars worth of high grade fish
Tuna, Tokyo cartels worlds biggest consumer
A rumor bout a schooner off the coast of Montezuma
They say you slit the throat of a well known kahuna
Then torched the boat and fled into the Dunya
You’re hated more than a Kalua pig at a Jumu'ah
They want your head on a platter, not right now but sooner
I got you a .45 and a Mitsubishi tuner
Wait, wait I've never been to Costa Rica
And then it all comes back
Just as Smearcon falls with a ninja star in his head like
Then they slowly enter the room
I grabbed a .45, the ninja stars resume
I catch him in the cast and answer them with a blast, blow
Three more shots for good measure
Only exit is another window, pfft whatever
Short fall to the roof of the car
Then I get in, left arm covered in ninja stars
Then a zero to a hundred baby real quick
Look around the car for something else to kill with
Lamborghini headlights in the rear view
These Parisian streets not meant to veer through
Especially with just one hand
I let go to shoot back but the gun jams
Mitsubishi not built to outrun Lambs
So they gaining, heavy raining
Rear view explodes from deadly aiming
Arm paining, blood draining
Pains, head for the Louvre
Drive right through the glass pyramid with dope moves
A little shook from the landing
Driving through the Louvre in a rally car with great handling
Was at the Mona Lisa
Stop the car right in front of the dealer have a breather
Press play on the radio, voice from the speaker
Says get to Belgrade and take an ad out in the daily Politika
They says for a good time call this Ecuador slash Venezuelan chica
Next day at the airport meeted by a greeter who looks Corsican but Greeker
A little older wearing Michael Jordan sneakers
But I follow the leader
1995 S Class, in the back seat is a dead man who's car I just crashed
Smearcon's alive, audience now wonders how Smearcon survived
Let alone not be hurt, he taps a metal plate in his head from his Afghanistan work
What Visine for red retinas, what else would you expect from head predators
Ex-lecturer, at Exeter, the dean too secular
So now I'm totes hecklers, everywhere
Now Smearcon's on the team, so everybody's down for the scheme

(The final chapter in the incredible [?] saga)
(Smearcon's back!)

Now it's time to finish this, getting too late for international syndicates
To which the driver reveals his membership
This won't end well, he pulls out a grenade and says
(Damn you all to hell!)

(Wait, what happened? Uncle Lupe what's going on?)
Go to sleep
(But what happened? I don't understand)
Nope
(Please finish the story please)
Storytime's over
You asked for a story I gave you one
Take it, just take it
(This is the worst bedtime story ever)
Bye

Psych sucker, Smearcon is back
You really think that he would go out like that?
They're under attack, MAC under the back...

I'm just playing, it's really over
Its the end of the tape
Thank y'all man
Pharaoh Height two thirty
Shout to DJ BUSY
You know how we do
Hope you all enjoyed it man
Scott what up
What you thought I couldn't do this no more, huh?
Man listen, lets let this play out
Bogglin' Giblets

 

[fox69]

"Shining Down"

"Shining Down"


Look Up in the Sky.
Look Up in the Sky.
Look Up in the Sky
You thought I was down.
You thought I was gone.
Thought I wasn't around.
You thought I left you alone.
But look Up in the Sky.
Just look Up in the Sky.
See that I'm everywhere
Everywhere
Shining Down on You.

[Verse 1:]
Well, well
Is that our little author?
Coming back, humming his hymns a little altered
Your attention, Put back on the flow like the department of water
Taken off of the door like little Walter
Chess? Yes. Baby I'm Jerry Lawler
Rebel with a cause; Outlaw with the lawyer
Judge jury like a loop, Rap name Lupe, but my daddy named me Warrior
This is his memorial.

[Hook:]
You thought I was down.
You thought I was gone.
Thought I wasn't around.
That I left you alone.
But Look Up in the Sky.
Just look Up in the Sky.
See that I'm everywhere
Everywhere
Shining Down on You.

[Verse 2:]
No, I ain't the nigga trying to get a liquor line
When I be scriptin lines, Won't this petition sign
It says I'm sick of dimes, Sick of this prison time
I really love my people. I'm sick of pimping mine.
Now if we autotune that shit,
We can hear the songs from that opera room fat bitch
Tell em' it's not to pursue it, just shoe it like a blacksmith
We're trapped, and movin round in circles like it's chap stick
And that's the semi-circle way of thinking that we're chapped with
We'll rap is arounded ya head like the bandana's fabulous used to wrap his hats with
Rather being feds instead of National Geographic's
Well I'm not having it, naw.

[Hook:]
Thought I was down.
Thought I was gone.
Thought I was around.
I left you alone.
Look Up in the Sky.
Just look Up in the Sky.
See that I'm everywhere
Everywhere
Shining Down on You.

[Verse 3:]
So, I say hello and this is for the third time
To everybody out there who ain't never heard mine
And if you haven't you know you ain't never heard line
Lu don't MOO. No COW WORDS (cowards(cow-herds)], you only heard LIONS (lines)
Not a facade cherisher, I'd rather have the scars
I don't idolize America, I'm dancing with the stars
Uh huh. All of them? Yeah, they are, too.
You look up and you see us Shining Down on you.

[Hook:]
You thought I was down.
You thought I was gone.
Thought I wasn't around.
That I left you alone.
But Look Up in the Sky.
Just look Up in the Sky.
See that I'm everywhere
Everywhere
Shining Down on You.

Shining Down on You
Shining Down on You
Shining Down on You