Lupe Fiasco

[fox69]

"Chopper"
(feat. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone)

"Chopper"
(feat. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone)



And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

[Hook - Lupe Fiasco x2:]
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper

Background check for a chopper
Background check for a chopper
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Background check for a chopper
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Background check for a chopper
Background check for a chopper

[Glasses Malone:]
I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide
My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps
That’s three muscles recertified
I’m right, niggas be watching, they don’t want these problems
When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I’m buyin’
I’m a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
Got a Chevy trailer in my mama yard, sittin’ on E’s
I’m bout this fee, I’m bout this fee
Just know what’s free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don’t critique
Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake
I don’t need to be givin’ out how school gon’ educate
Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good
So I’m out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I’m bout
Got a trap house I be boomin’ in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]

[Buk of Psychodrama:]
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Would tell you don’t really want be the truth
Let me hit you back on my government phone
Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?
We get a blunt and a joint out of [?]
Where I’m from we be actually hoopin’ in Jordans
Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes
Ain’t nobody fit to do shit important
People really don’t give no fuck about nothing
Although they may smile and be cordial
Dealin’ around with the wrong damn crowd
Then bring a frown to my friend [?] warn you
Background check for the chopper
[?] imposters
The murder rate ain’t back down yet
[?]
To the nigga that was tryna say somethin’
Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned
Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person
To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
I just live my life and I don’t stop grindin’ until God tell me to
I get money, I ain’t gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?
They say my kind ain’t welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that
But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You’ll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in all [?]

[Hook x2]

[Trouble:]
Permit, don’t need permission from a doctor
I been smokin’ since a pre-teen toddler
I been servin’ since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles
My teachers all told me that were probable
Probable cause, no crack a never really had it
I was just a nigga in a high price whip
Yea, I’m just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto
Well you better have extension on the clip
Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches in motion
I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets
Yea I’m told for protection more than anything
Don’t test my devotion
My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we out smokin’
Chicago violence boostin’ up but we just focussin’ on other environments
[?] more fiends [?]
Apologize cause [?] promotin’
Chopper and my bitch they ain’t kissin’ light somebody up
You just tell them [?] who stole it
Rich gunplay, shit that’s all they see that’s all they know
Without it kinda hopeless
Said this is in ’09 and still no medicare for grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin’ these all in your background
Said this is in ’09 and still no medicare for grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin’ these all in your background

[Trae tha Truth:]
I used to run up in your crib with shit that go ‘blaka
Nigga tryna brick my squad like I’m Waka
I don’t want a single chain I can’t rocka
[?] life is a bitch, can’t stop her
Even if I could, I tell ‘em I wouldn’t knock her
Til the get the 6 and then swap her
Baby mama tax return, new dropper
I might wanna so sip that bitch like I’m [?]
All of my whips [?] bought a house
Food stamp, get flipped, what that water cost?
Yea I’m actin like a nigga that ain’t never had shit
Filet Mignon the house
My little brother on his medical shit from that block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin’ overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find drama
Law’s out lookin’ for me like Osama
I don’t wanna do no bid, yo honor
Still waitin’ on my one phone call from Obama
Tell ‘em I need the chopper
They tellin’ me i'm a fellon
I beat the case and that’s it
And I wasn’t acquainted with him
But I’m tryna make it to Heaven
But they don’t want me to make it
That’s why the niggas be tellin’ me
If I don’t get the chopper I’mma probly run up inside them
They better gimme a answer, I’m tryna be cool
If I don’t get it then everybody gon’ fear it
Every week I’m finna make ‘em repeat it like they in school
Bed blues, everybody open up somethin’
You can move all you want just not southern
It ain’t no thinkin’ I was playin’ I am not frontin
The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin

[Hook x2]

[Fam-Lay:]
Storm is gone now it’s all clear
The road was long but we all here
[?] I don’t care
2014 is our year
Big shout out to the whole streets
This goes out to all that knows me
All y’all pussy niggas, holies
Y’all play tough guys but call the police
Look I don’t care, I don’t share
I keep me a bad bitch around here
I send them choppers around there
When I’m somewhere sittin’ in a lounge chair
Overseas, blowin’ tree, blowin’ green, throwin’ B's
Livin’ like life is supposed to be
And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me
To the top, couldn’t stop, had a major deal but it wouldn’t pop
Nigas hated on me but I wouldn’t stop
And now life sweeter than a puddin’ pop
Think so slick, come and get me dog
None of y’all niggas fuckin’ with me dog
Some of y’all niggas comin’ with me dog
None of y’all niggas' boots fit me dog
You think an echo was y’all
You need to think tactical dog
We laughin’ at y’all
While you thinking me and Lu [?]
Seein’ this shit that keep goin’ on
Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes
Store fingerprints on your mobile phone
When you sippin’ that shit we keep blowin’ on

[Billy Blue:]
I’m bout that, I’m bout that
That billy out in that driveway
Cost more than my house did
Fuck land, I’m fly today
First class if I fly
Credit card ain’t mine
Don’t know how I’m getitn’ back
But in luxury I arrive
IPhone in my baby name
Long way from that chirp
Strip pole in my bedroom
But I’mma kill my daughter if she twerk
I’mma kill my daughter if she twerk
Miley Cyrus is that bullshit
But a rednecker can’t judge
That for Billy Ray to have to deal with
Record deal, fuck college
Missed out but no pyrex
My Harley got low milage
This white carpet in my project
30 guns in my section, none of the homies got [?]
My side bitch and she pregnant
I ain’t claimin’ shit but the game
I ain’t claimin’ shit but the game
I ain’t claimin’ shit but the game
And this one is mine, I don’t trust his mama
So he don’t got my name
[?]
Mirrors loose as my [?]
I ain’t addicted to shit
My weed man on my speed dial

[Hook x2]

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
AR-15 with collapsible stock
Picket [?] with a 3 point [?]
Wish 150 round magazine and a dot
FMJ’s by the box, nigga
Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga
Shouldn’t find that surprising
Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop
Ain’t seen a lot of brown money as a shorty
Welfare baby can’t afford me
Healthcare there, I ain’t worried
Healthcare there, I ain’t worried
Excuse me, as I repeat myself
Work twice as hard to complete myself
My opposition is not pretending
When I work twice as hard to defeat myself
Fuck being a hip hop purist
When I'm spendin’ 50 thousand on Securus
At least it’s a contradiction, you’ll feel us
RIP to the homies but long live the killas
It’s why I look at God kinda odd
Cause these are the cards that he deal us
[?] can’t feel us, Medicare can’t heal us
And the mamas can’t stop us
And these choppers might kill us
Look these wild niggas in they eyes
In the video it's some niggas that done died
Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried
No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride
[?] sayin’ free the guys like I’m dirty
With a clean record but I’m cursed
To make a half a million off a verse
Nigga, chop

 

[fox69]

"City Of The Year"
(feat. Rondo)

"City Of The Year"
(feat. Rondo)



[Lupe Fiasco:]
Say these niggas ain't ridin' on low, oh
Push Benz through the bitch
And a nigga gotta go
DROGAS
I need a trophy for this shit, dawg
I need a trophy for this shit

City of the year, city of the year
That's where I'm from
City of the year, city of the year
They don't want none
City of the year, city of the year
Them hoes can't come
Go hard to go home
I'm turnt up in the 'Go zone
City of the year

Ayy, born in the middle of the West
Lil' nigga, living in the middle of death
Raised 'round killers, that's why little impress
Outside white folks, it must sound I'm a little oppressed
And I'm sorry, my niggas, but I think you the best
You don't need no Khaled, 'cause that's on me, valid
Let me push my brother, we don't need no malice
Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon' need a palace

Niggas want JJ's, don't eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he'll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man it's so tragic
Fireworks on the lake front, shit look like Magic

City of the year, city of the year
That's where I'm from
City of the year, city of the year
They don't want none
City of the year, city of the year
Them hoes can't come
Go hard to go home
I'm turnt up in the 'Go zone

My city look pretty in the summer
6th grade, moved out to the hundreds
Prolly wouldn't have made it hangin' 'round my mama's
Havin' worldwide, made my come-up
Bishop was a BD, dope claimed lord
Cliqued all up, put it all on CD
Neutron don, but I prolly been a GD
God knows best, so he put me where he need me
Puttin' truth in all these rhymes
State tried to shut a nigga down
Gave my nigga Chilly all that time
People think it came out of nowhere
It's all by design
They took away the chiefs
And the streets lost their minds

City of the year, city of the year
That's where I'm from
City of the year, city of the year
They don't want none
City of the year, city of the year
Them hoes can't come
Go hard to go home
I'm turnt up in the 'Go zone
City of the year

[Rondo:]
Turn up, let's get it
Turn up, life in Windy City
Chiraq
Lupe, what up, bro?
In the 'Go zone, in the 'Go zone

Go hard or go home, we turnt up
I'm from Chiraq, when we come around we rust stuff
I gotta keep that 'cause when I come around they act tough
Chi Lupe, I'm so hard, I'm burnt up
City of the year that's my shit, I'm ridin' 'round in traffic
See there he got the mop stick
Ain't shit change, I ain't quit
Ain't shit change, I ain't switch
I'm just smart, tryna get rich
I'm so high, you in a ditch
I'ma get mine, Money Makin' Mitch
You talkin' shit, you don't exist
I can leave you lost in the mist
I'm Rondo, real as it gets
Either with me or you against

[Lupe Fiasco:]
City of the year, city of the year
That's where I'm from
City of the year, city of the year
They don't want none
City of the year, city of the year
Them hoes can't come
Go hard to go home
I'm turnt up in the 'Go zone
City of the year

 

[fox69]

"Clean"

"Clean"


Yeah, Lupe
Commissioner, Chi-Town, F and F, collaboration
Do it like this here, that's right, that's right
Come on, yeah, come on come on
Come on come on, yeah

Now I ain't tryin' to toot my horn but look what I'm on
Man, look what I bought here, look who I taught here
Look how I fought here, For what I sought here
For everywhere I go, though, they be throwin' salt there
But it's cool though, I'mma keep it cool Joe
I'm as cool as cool Joe
Now look at my shoes, Joe
Now look at these shoes, yo
You can't find that
Unless you flyin' to Singapore
Homie you ain't buyin' that
All I'm tryin' to do is bringin' that time back
It was written, man, bring those rhymes back

Life after death homie, bring those lines back
Malcolm X, too tryin' to bring that shine back
It's my thing, I spit it like Sean King
It's more than just rhyming, I'm doin' 'bout nine things
The aforementioned executive board
Sittin' representin' the world famous
Grammy Award-winnin' (F&F?)
That's right, homie, Grammy Award winnin'
Could have been puttin' it in your face
But that's the poor in 'em
See, what I gotta front for
Who I gotta front for
Everythin' you doin', homie, is over and done for

But you can catch Lu chillin' in his one off's
If y'all dont know what that means, homie
Then y'all understand thats mean, homie
That means, homie, these jeans on me are only pale
After sewing machines, homie

Yeah, I'm just showin' you're mean, homie
Like a dictionary
Just listen clearly to the clean, homie
And this ain't fair, I'm barely on my lean, homie
I put my all like into a washing machine, homie
Double loader, you just watchin' me clean, homie
Wait til' I sod you in dirt
Oops, I spilled some 1st & 15th on me
And that stained Maine
You can try Canada Dry
Or you can try pouring Oxy Clean on me
Homie, it won't work clean
Chicken head resistant
Lady, you can't curse
God willin', we got the album comin' out, though
Ha ha, church

 

[fox69]

"Cold War"
(feat. Jane $$$)

"Cold War"
(feat. Jane $$$)



[Verse 1]
At my brother's Janazah
Tears stained sunglassses
A Salat with no bows
Pallbearer carry you to the car now
Chilly day, Mosque on 96 and 3rd
New York City way, me and Jay never left my side
Rest like that picture with your pride
Who look just like..
Now the city looks less bright
Brooklyn looking less special
Don't carry the same weight
As when you were on this level
You: work in progress from 40 projects, God bless
An inspiration and a king
They won't know what I mean but this one 'bout to spring
Protect it with every feather on the wings
So even when it hurts, you'll never feel a thing

[Hook]
Said it's a cold cold war
Ain't nobody wins like the government
In the U.S.S.R
Cause this is all for shares
Nobody cares
Who you think you are
And you can fight it, but there's no defense
For what things are
Baby grab a jacket
It's a cold, cold...

[Verse 2]
Let me clarify the chorus
And what my cold war is
Cause the complexity is enormous
Using one of my greatest losses with eyes like faucets
To reinforce every single word that I talk with
Something about losing things, human beings
That reduces things to their most elementary
Find yourself where you never meant to be
With the energy of memories
That's the soul force of what's behind killing me
Finding pleasure in the pains
Like finding desert in the rain
Twisted: how this world can drive you masochistic
Question if I'm over it
Or if I'm numb because I'm closureless
Or my closure's that we all gotta go and shit
Rendered emotionless but moving at the speed of running over it
Still happy that I opened it

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
In the studio writing these words, one after another
In memorial of my brother
As you listen to the album with
Nothing on the cover
I imagine that he hovers
In the back of his chair
Floating right there in the air
Nodding his head to the music, I slightly lose it
Ask why do I put myself through this
Crack a smile, look up at the file
The waveforms on the screen of me tryna tell you what I mean
But I feel that it's all lost, or maybe that it's all gotta cross
Happy with his dedicated song
But now he's all gone
But he was never there, cause
He was everywhere, nowhere and down here
Maybe on that judgement day, rise up
We'll both open our eyes up, climb up
Hoping God forgives us for our tendencies
Wipes away our cool young histories

[Hook]

[Outro]
Ride around, you know what I'm saying
All over the world right? I mean, everywhere
I mean we just disappear and just come back
I feel like we can just put him anywhere
He'd find his way back home, y'know'm saying
Another random thing's that consequence to me
But maybe to you, not much
But with that said, the reason behind me
Why I do what I does, love
Just riding around bumping that, uh
Either Jay or Nas, or me
I used to tell him like "yeah you alright"
But you ain't fucking with my man
It was always like that, so
Drop a little for you, let it bump
This that Esco music, it's that Esco music
Bumping with my Esco music, that raw
See you on the other side, As-Salamu Alaykum

 

[fox69]

"Coming Up"
(feat. MDMA)

"Coming Up"
(feat. MDMA)



[Verse 1]
This one goes out to the baby girls
In a rush growing up in this crazy world
Yeah your brother on the road and he never home
I know you feeling kinda sad now that daddy gone
You can't let it get you down, gotta carry on
We only lose things because it make us strong
You always had my love, and now you got a song
From the biggest biggest fan that you've ever known
I know you won't be little girls, not for very long
And you ain't gotta have a man if you don't ever want
Cause I'm gonna make sure you got two of everything
That you ever want, every time, like your very own
Not to make you hard to respect
Just really really really really hard to impress
It's a whole wide world for you to go and get your hands on
Until then, just come and get your dance on now

[Hook]
I see you coming up
I'mma give you the lowdown
You will never gotta worry about nothin
Just as long as I'm around

[Verse 2]
This for everybody feeling good
You know who you are, or you misunderstood
Never had money, or you living good
If you from the burbs, if you in the hood
Recognize where we come from
In my day, mane, I did a little somethin some-
They like "how come you don't rap that?"
Cause that's a backtrack and I ain't tryna back back
I'm only moving forward homie that's that
Direction, a lot of shoulders lack that
I'm just trying give it to 'em like sat-nav
Now I know I'm gonna make out like a fat rat
That's cool as long as they don't trap crack
Graduate from school, and still let his pants sag
Never catch a case, know how to let his cash stack
Welcome to the (map go anyway tap that back?)

[Hook]
I see you coming up
I'mma give you the lowdown, down, down (alright, alright)
You ain't never gotta worry about nothing (you ain't gotta worry)
Just as long as I'm around, (as long as I'm here) round, round, round

[Bridge]
And if the floor falls out
I'mma be there to carry you
And if you want that star
I'll go get it out the sky for you
If you gotta shed a tear
I'mma dry your eyes
Just to let you know it'll be alright

[Verse 3]
I know it's like a whole lot going on
Things going right, things going wrong
Maybe baby, I've been waiting for you so long
Know that in this world you're never really on your own
God got a number get him on the phone
He'll never put you places where you don't belong
Put you through the pain, to put you on the throne
And I know that from the bottom of my corazon
And if they looking at you sideways
You just wave right back, tell 'em hi hater
Mad you ain't hanging with 'em in the driveway
Nah we going to keep it moving to the highway
(Strong's putting on?) week's all over like Friday, chilling
Shout out to King David for bringing in philly
And I'mma put the independent women in the building, let's go

[Hook]
I see you coming up (I see you coming up)
I'mma give you the lowdown (down), down (down), down (all the way down)
You ain't never gotta worry about nothing
Just as long as I'm around (I'm around), round, (yeah) round (yeah)

[Hook]
I see you coming up (I see you coming up, I see you coming up)
I'mma give you the lowdown (down), down (down), down (all the way down)
You ain't never gotta worry about nothing (don't worry about a thing)
Just as long as I'm around (I'm around), round, (yeah) round (yeah) round

 

[fox69]

"Conflict Diamonds"

"Conflict Diamonds"


Diamonds are forever
They won't leave in the night
I've no fear that they might
Desert me

Uhh, F and F, up
Diamonds are forever

Yeah, ya know what I'm saying
I figure, I feel like I'm should just, ya no
Show people the other side that wonder
Where, ya know wat I'm sayin'
That are presently unaware

They don't know about it, ya no wat I'm sayin'
Ya know jus' show 'em there's another side
To this thing right here we call bling

Allow me to break down the game
Behind the bracelets, earrings
Chains, watches and rings, the bling
The crystal encrusted, princess flooded
Canary studded, blue colored and blood stained

Yeah, the older brother of the drug game
That giver of fame, the take awayer of lame
The empowerer of the kings that came to claims and disease
Believe what the native people were saying

Believe my engagement ring received and flossed
At the cost of a bondage child minus pain
Long ago kings use to wear 'em in their armor
When they fought other armies because it use to scare 'em
If you wasn't rich couldn't wear em

Witches use to marry and they'd shoot you before they share 'em
The gift and the curse, the venom and the serum
Most hated ladies best friend get marked for a clip

You know what I'm sayin', I ain't comin' down on nobody
You know what I'm sayin', I ain't tryin' to judge nobody
Or nutin' like that
You know wat I'm sayin', I've lost to

I might go and get me a pinky ring tommorow
You know wat I'm sayin' but I just want you to see man
You know wat I'm sayin', jus' see, man

Sissero so old and genocide
Until the countryside just to get his shine on
I fear what the beards and his peers use to do
Before the world really knew just to get they mind on

Making paper from slave labor and hittin' little kids
With life time bids making 'em cut and shine stones
Inflating the price and making 'em look nice
And I wasn't thinking twice when I was putting mine on

About a young shorty in Sierra Leone
Or other conflict countries that people call home
I figured I would never go to Angola
So it never did affect me that made me
Though maybe indirectly

That my necklace was funding a rebellion or a military coo
Started by militias that don't believe in following none of Geneva's rules
I was brushing of the haters, trying to be cool
Didn't have a clue that the rapper was helping the rapers
Raiders of the villagers, pillagers of the schools

Shooters of the innocent, torturers of the witnesses
Burners of the businesses
At my birth there was the few
Uhh, I ain't pushing an agenda, homie
I'm jus' pushing the facts, fuck Bush

'Cause there's people doin' worse on this earth and there black
I took it for years now let me bring it back
We all know on foreign shores that they finance wars
But asks yourself do they finance yours

When I first got mine I took 'em out on tour
They only lost half the value when I took 'em out the store
Or it was full of moistened Nikes and cubics
But the jeweler knew I was stupid and that I couldn't prove it

Feeling like I need it because I do music
To impress the groupies and the interviewers
So I didn't appraise it nor did I loop it
Even gave 'em to my girl thinkin' I was cupid

Homies were all hating, hoping they could make me lose it
Creeping through my own hood, knew I had to remove it
I see the Russian Mafia, the Jewish Mobsters
The undercover terrorists and the traps for the hustlers
Homie, it's a rap for the nonsense rhyming
Props to Kenya I call it conflict diamonds

You know what I'm sayin', I ain't comin' down on nobody
You know what I'm sayin', I ain't tryin' to judge nobody
Or nutin' like that
You know wat I'm sayin', I've lost to

I might go and get me a pinky ring tommorow
You know wat I'm sayin' but I just want you to see man
You know wat I'm sayin', jus' see, man

 

[fox69]

"Coulda Been"

"Coulda Been"


If I wasn't rappin' I probably be wrastlin'
Hand to hand grapplin' on the corner of Madison
Or real-estating, trying to sell you a mansion
Or rollerblading doing 360 flat spins
Or I'd probably be flipping the burger
Attempting a murder paralyzed sippin' on Gerber
I could be working at jewels, chain snatching
Jerking your jewels, homeless working for food
I might be cleaning your pool, teaching your school, preaching to fools
Leeching, smoking weed to be cool
At DMVs holding lines up
Or wind up in line ups, my time's up
Full of holes in a hole in a fine tux
Out on parole, out of control, holding your dime up
I could be lazy sitting on your couch
Or I could be crazy cussing pigeons out

I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all

I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all

Could be thanking the academy
Friend of the family, your man delivering bail
Or I could be the man that delivers your mail
Or I could be taking the stand drinking on L
This could be my third life, my third strike
Or my third wife been garbage on my first mic
I could've got off easy, that nigga deserves life
Or the Orkin man searching for termites
I could Be sticking up convenience stores
Or twisting up what you fiending for
Or gettin' bucked with the meanest hoes
Been giving up, on top of building leaning forward, with no wings to soar it
It could've kidnapped my daughters
Been extorted for a couple of Porsches
I might be drunk from Moe stumblin' slow
Someone you know, running the show, or shoveling snow

I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all

I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all

I could be starting guarding, or planting the garden, or security guarding
Or I could be starving and eating out your garbage
And found stardom and starring in sitcoms with Martin
I could've been marching with Martin
Handcuff, nullface, over the face with no comment
I might not even be dark-skinned
I might not even be conscious, comatose when I overdose
A R&B singer blowing the notes
A tailor sewing the coat, a sailor rowing the boat
I could've, boxed a little fought for the title
Lost, and lost my vitals on the way to the hospital
I could've lost my business
Won the lotto and lost my ticket
I could be the last one to cross the finish
Shit, I could be you, I could be him, he could be me, we all got a job

I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all

I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all

I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all

I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all

 

[fox69]

"Crack"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Crack"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
I got that killer shit, I got that killer shit
Killer shit
Villainous hero don't give a shit
Hancock, Will Smith
Adrenaline, with a twist
Take pride that I'm so Chi
These young bucks just a nuisance
To my sidekicks
This shit here like magic
Yeah, this here like magic
Abracadabra: rabbits
No hook but so hooked
Take a crack at my habits
Neutron but too bomb
Did it all with no tablets
It's a write off if it costs right
Get your light blue
Then the off white

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I ain’t fucking with you come on, noooo
Baby all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
Get it, get it, get it
Make me lose my mind girl
I can see it, I ain’t fucking with you
Come on, noooo, yeah-eh
Baby all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
Get it - bang, bang, bang
Fuck me real good tell me that you'll never let me go

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
No fares, dope fiends
Don't try that nose sting
Police rushed in
And they red lights, they got rocks and
Code D, codeine
On that James Dean, call it James Dean
Say watch that, watch that
You might die driving the same thing
Same thing, same thing, whoop whoop - see that shit?
Triple entendre no accident
Might crash trying to catch this shit
Contact if you catch a whiff
All contact that I catch adrift
That I kick-block, then stop, on ken dot
Trying to stack of bricks
Like 10 rocks crush it up and don't touch it up
While you uppercut
Shoryuken fuck it up
Nigga let 'em hit it raw
Send it through your system through a car antenna
[?] with a glass dick up in her jaw

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I ain’t fucking with you come on, noooo
Baby all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
Get it, get it, get it
Make me lose my mind girl
I can see it, I ain’t fucking with you
Come on, noooo, yeah-eh
Baby all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
Get it - bang, bang, bang
Fuck me real good tell me that you'll never let me go

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Higher from the back, fire from the top
Fire to the buyer to the tryer of the rock
Supplier to the buyer to the driver of the drop
Lighter to the higher, to the writer to the cops
Lighter to the pipe or set fire to the crops
Freebase crack rock
Supply it worldwide when they fire at the box
Police raid, trap hot
Police state, black plot
Drier than the fire so theres violence a lot
Price is going higher so they're firing the shots
Die or don't survive, it's survival of the block
That's your girl, I could X that, by any means, I get it clean
One last hit, and that's it, she won't act it, can't intervene

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I ain’t fucking with you come on, noooo
Baby all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
Get it, get it, get it
Make me lose my mind girl
I can see it, I ain’t fucking with you
Come on, noooo, yeah-eh
Baby all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
Get it - bang, bang, bang
Fuck me real good tell me that you'll never let me go

 

[fox69]

"Daydreamin'"
(feat. Jill Scott)

"Daydreamin'"
(feat. 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

 

[fox69]

"Deliver"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

"Deliver"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)



(Pow)
Thirty somethin' shots from the ghetto gun
All in the ears of the ghetto young
Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons
Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun
I always wondered where the ghetto from
Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come
But you win if the bell of my ghetto rung
But if the ghetto lose, that mean a ghetto won
That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done
They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none
We make the ghetto tick, we make the ghetto run
We make the ghetto sick, we make the ghetto dumb
These niggas off that ghetto beer and that ghetto rum
And that ghetto bass with my ghetto drums
And my ghetto words and these ghetto problems
Get ghetto sums
That's why...

[Hook:]
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too much dope
Too many niggas on the porch
So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no)
Pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas on the block
Too many niggas gettin shot
So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow)
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas gettin robbed
Niggas don't wanna starve but
"Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah"
The pizza man don't come here no more
Deliver, deliver, deliver

Is it cause they're selling nicks out there all day
Cause a prostitute sucking dick in the hallway
Little Caesar's never sendin' pizza out ya'll way
Papa Johns never get delivered where y'all stayed
The Ghetto was a physical manifestation of hate
And a place where ethnicity determines your placement
A place that defines your station
Remind you niggas your place is the basement
White people in the attic
Niggas selling dope, White people is the addicts
White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic
All that dope to China, you don't call that trappin'?
Breaking Bad, learned that from a TV
So don't say its politics when you see me
When you gon' apologize for your CD
Nigga that don't match red and black to a GD

[Hook]

Can I get delivered from the sin and get a little slice of Heaven I can enter in again
Or maybe just imagine that I'm livin in a mansion or a palace and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz
Make a savior out of savage like they made it out of magic
So it take a nigga havoc and it make it into friends
You don't even need a salad, it don't make a nigga fatter
Actually take a nigga backwards and make a nigga thin
That's a deep dish
Chicago style get the peace stick
Homerunner hitter, I be drillin' on the weak pitch
Pay into the plate then I put it in your face
I'm a man, never bitin' on the hands that I eat with
No Giordano or Di Giorno
Homemade bull, they bring it to him like a toro
Throwing dough up in the air-bottom to the top and shredder full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle

[Hook]