1.Intro(Explicit Album Version)
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner
From 45th and State to the last standin hymn nuhana
J＆J's, pale chicken, good finger lickin
While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Lynnwood Liquors
The winos crooked stagger
meets the high stride of the youth searchin for the truth
They rebel and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom
settings
They get, high off that drum bass and 20／20 rims
They rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs
They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq and 40's
They call they women hoes, bust downs and shorties
They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of
hospitals full
Prisons packed, bubblin over in brown sugar
They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered
The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have
ended
Our hope has descended and off to the side
Waiting for the reinstallment of the revolution
Because we are dying at the cost of our own pollution
But God has another solution, that has evolved from the hood
I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good
A'uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi
Bismi 'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim
Dedicated, to my grandmother
Peace! And much love to you
YEAH!! And it start
1st and, 15, proudly present
You know what it is
See.. I got this philosophy right
I think the world, and everything in it
Is made up of a mix, of two things
You got your good, y'know, and your bad
You got your food, and your liquor
That's right.. Chilly Chill!
You already know, it's a long time comin
I give you my.. I give you my heart
My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings
My experience, nuttin more, and nuttin less
Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So
With no further adieux...
Lupe, Fiasco's, 'Food ＆ Liquor'
2.Real(feat. Sarah Green)(Album Version)
Lyricist：H MasonK. MasonLupe FiascoSoundtrakk
Writer(s)：H MasonK. MasonLupe FiascoSoundtrakk
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!
So real.. so real..
3.Just Might Be OK(feat. Gemini)(Album Version)
Lyricist：Lupe FiascoP. HumphreyProlyfic
Writer(s)：Lupe FiascoP. HumphreyProlyfic
Affirmative no further furnishing is needed
I believe we are completed, dig
We all in grrement on the wall
Paper happy with the color scheme welcome to the crib
A two family habitat for humanity with a view with in the
insanity
Live？ my vida loca was built like bob vila villa gone
The architect that I arted wat I hearted jimmy carter from
Chicago west？？ side
Finish my construction now we hope we coming like contracepts
I'm conciespet that kunta get from conversation held with the
Satan on my shoulder
Which lead the steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like
shofers were my angels at
Painful yet Mary I ain't Jerry Garcia ma here but I'm grateful
shush
Maybe just might be OK
After all
Sun don't shine
On these days
This feeling getting heavy is heaven
I am atmis at this manage the balance
Massive mass pull my back with out tipping my glasses
This was not pitiful from passes of O G s
This is so me
Ask us many mention lil homie, lil bony
But the rhymes is fat
in fact
Keep just like a Rochester customer
God bless the mothers and younger brother is a hustler
Cuz she don't want sob at his waist
But he want to follow in the step
Bang his hat learn his shake
master his swagger in the bathroom
Mirror cop a Chevy steady mob in his place
Chea its just the problem we face look his mom is in the face n
promises his strait
Then he leaves the house that love built that
Hug renovate that section 8 pays for
Well lets pray for em
Let the beat play for em
Put the trouble on display for em
Cuz he gotta go face the drama
With a difference face from the one that he use to face his moma
If you look close
You'll see a consist of a smile that hurts a ice grill
in a trace of trauma
little bit of his father
another criterion that's no difference from a young Liberian
who let the deliberian wiriben living in it the city
out of his mind
liria reconsilia
I'm cool I don't for tell best
I ain't nice as MC, I'm cornel west
I am cornel west side chi town Rivera
Malcom x assise the demons
Gangsta leaning
We traded in his cuffy for a new era
chose a 44 over a mother board
I ain't a credited institute graduate
Ia ain't for masorith
My conception won immaculate
I ain't mastering no calculus
Doing addition to the rap my audience
I back flipped on the mattress the slept on me on
What down yo, knowing is half the battle
And fighting temptation, have an apple
Shakes the snakes, pimp the system
Let's get into it, tabernacle
4.Kick, Push(Album Version)
Lyricist：Lupe FiascoSoundtrakk
Writer(s)：Lupe FiascoSoundtrakk
Uh, what up ya'll
Soundtrack what's poppin' baby
Ya'll ain't know
I go by the name of
Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that 1st ＆ 15
Yea
And this one right here
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grindin'(ya know what I'm saying)
Legally and Illegally
Ha
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
So, check it out
First got it when he was six
Didn't know any tricks
Matter fact
First time he got on it he slipped
Landed on his hip and bust his lip
For a week he had to talk with a lisp
Like this
Now we can end the story right here
But shorty didn't quit it was something in the air
Yea
He said it was somethin' so appealing
He couldn't fight the feelin'
Somethin' about it
He knew he couldn't doubt it
Couldn't understand it
Brand it, since his first kickflip he land it
Uh
Labeled a misfit, abandoned
Ca-kunk, ca-kunk, kunk
His neighbors couldn't stand it, so
He was banished to the park
Started in the morning wouldn't stop till after dark
Yea
When he said it's getting late in here
So 'I'm sorry young man there's no skating here'
So we Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
And the way he roll just a rebel to the world with no place to
go
So we Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
So come and skate with me, just a rebel looking for a place to
be
So let's Kick, and Push, and Coast
Uh, uh ,uh
My man got a lil older became a better roller(yea)
No helmet, hellbent on killin' himself, was what his momma said
But he was feelin' himself
Got a lil more swagger in his style
Met his girlfriend, she was clappin' in the crowd
Love is what was happening to him now, uh
He said I would marry you but I'm engaged to these aerials and
varials
And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry 2
She said bow I weigh 120 pounds, now
Lemme make one thing clear
I don't need to ride yours I got mine right here
So she took him to a spot
He didn't know about
Somewhere in the apartment parking lot, she said
I don't normally take dates in here
Security came and said 'I'm sorry there's no skating here'
So they Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
And the way they roll just lovers in the twine with no place to
go
So they Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
So come and skate with me, just a rebel looking for a place to
be
So let's Kick,(uh uh) and Push,(yea yea) and Coast
Yea uh, yea, yea
Before he knew he had a crew
That weren't no punk
In they Spitfire shirts and SB Dunks
They would Push, till they couldn't skate no more
Office building, lobbies weren't safe no more
And it wasn't like they weren't getting chased no more
Just the freedom is better than breathing they said(they said)
And they escape route, they used to escape out
When things got crazy they needed to break out(they'd head)
To any place with stairs, any good grinds the world was theirs,
uh
And they four wheels would take them there
Till the cops came and said 'There's no skating here'
So they Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
And the way they roll just a rebels without a cause with no
place to go
So they Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
So come roll with me, just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's Kick,(uh uh) and Push,(yea yea) and Coast
5.I Gotcha(Explicit Album Version)
Lyricist：Pharrell
Writer(s)：Pharrell
They Call Me Lupe I'll Be Your New Day
They Wanna Smell Like Me They Want My Bouqet
But They Cant They They Accented Like The UK
Turn That Ude Lupe To Pepe Le Peu Spray
Flagrantly Fragrant And They Can't Escape It
My Perfume Pursued Them Anywhere That They Went
You Don't Want A Loan Leave My Cologne Alone
It's A Little Too Strong For You To Be Putting On
Trust Me I Say This Justly
I Went From Musty To Musky And Yall Can't Mush Me
I Warned Yall Cornballs I Hush Puppies
The Swans In The Pond Called My Duck Ugly
But Now They Hug Me Because It's Lovely
They Love The Aroma Of A Roamer The World
Got The Shakers And The Skaters And The Player And The Girls
Keep The Fakers And The Flakers And The Haters In A Twirl
You Want The Flava Ma
HEY! I Gotcha
You Want The Realness
WELL! I Gotcha
I Know You Sick Of Them Players Big Car And Watch Ya
Either They Pimps Or They Macks Or They Mobsters
You Want The Real Sh＊t
HEY! I Gotcha
You See My Peoples Here
You Know We Proper
You We Do It
Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right
And I'm From Chi-Town Thats Where I Flies 'Round
Keep Some Cartier Frames Over my Eyes Now
We Used To Gangbang A Lot Of That Done Died Down
Children Of The Hat Tiltin' Keepin Hope Alive Now
All With No High I Do It So Fly
Bank Caesar Tack Helicopter With The Bow Tie
I Love My City Really Hope That God Bless It
Have My Mind Moving Faster Than That Hog In The Hedges
Welcome All Of Yall To My Dark Recesses
This Is Where I Keep The Bars Like Bathtub Edges
My IVORIES And My DOVES My LEVERS AND MY ZEST'S
It Takes Half Of Your Bubble Bath To Match The Freshness
The Belly Of The Beast You Know I'm From It
I Wrap It In A Towel Here Go My Pal In The Stomach
And I Be On My Green Like IRISH SPRING And I COAST
Fudge Wit It And Get A Mouth Full Of Soap
You Want The Flava Ma
HEY! I Gotcha
You Want The Realness
WELL! I Gotcha
I Know You Sick Of Them Players Big Car And Watch Ya
Either They Pimps Or They Macks Or They Mobsters
You Want The Real Sh＊t
HEY! I Gotcha
You See My Peoples Here
You Know We Proper
You We Do It
Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right
And So To Sign Off This Beat I Rhyme Off
Is From The Looniest P And Hugo Mind Boss
You Feel It In The Air Its Such A Fine Force
But You Don't Hear Me Though Just Like A Mime's ＊Thoughts＊
That's Cause I'm In Europe Me And My Friends Tour'a
I'm On My Pimp My Temperature Is tem-pura
I Take It Easy On My Watch I'm Watching TV
＊Am I As Clean As Ma Hurry She See The Hare Is Tryna Beat Me＊
As I Continue To Do Lu's Pace
They Say Him Got Two Heads And Four Eyes Just Like Screwface
But See My Secret's Safe Its In My Secret Safe
That's In My Secret Room On My Secret Base
So From The Runner Of The FNF Crew
Come In Hip Hop We've Come To Resurrect You
You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You,
You Want The Flava Ma
HEY! I Gotcha
You Want The Realness
WELL! I Gotcha
I Know You Sick Of Them Players Big Car And Watch Ya
Either They Pimps Or They Macks Or They Mobsters
You Want The Real Sh＊t
HEY! I Gotcha
You See My Peoples Here
You Know We Proper
You We Do It
Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right
6.The Instrumental(featuring Jonah Matranga)(Album Version)
Lyricist：C. RobynJ. GutenbergerJ. MatrangaLupe FiascoM. ShinodaS.
Lopez
Writer(s)：C. RobynJ. GutenbergerJ. MatrangaLupe FiascoM. ShinodaS.
Lopez
Uhh.. yeah
He just sits, and watches the people in the boxes
Everything he sees he absorbs and adopts it
Heeeeee mimics and he mocks it
Really hates the box but he can't remember how to stop, it
Uhh, so he continues to watch it
Hoping that it'll give him something that he can box with
Or how the locksmith, see the box as, locked in the box
Ain't got the combination to unlock, it
That's why he watch-es, scared to look away
Cause at that moment, it might show him
What to take off the locks with
So he chained himself to the box, took a lock and then he locked
it
Swallowed the combination and then forgot, it
As the doctors jot it all down, with they pens and pencils
The same ones that took away his voice
And just left this instrumental, like that
And he never lies(he never lies, he never lies, uhh)
And he never lies(uhh, he never lies, he never lies, no)
And he never lies(he never lies)
Cause he never said anything at all
He just sits, and listens to the people in the boxes
Everything he hears he absorbs and adopts it
Anything not coming out the box he blocks it
See he loves to box and hope they never stop it
Anything the box tell him to do, he does it
Anything it tell him to get, he shops and he cops it
He protects the box, locks it in a box
when he goes to sleep, but he never sleeps
Cause he stays up to watch it, scared to look away
Cause at that moment, it might get stolen
And that's the last of the boxes
So he chained himself to the box, took a lock and then he locked
it
Swallowed the combination and then forgot, it
As the doctors jot it all down, with they pens and pencils
The same ones that took away his voice
And just left this instrumental, like that
(Anything at all..) He never lies
Uhh, and you can't tell me just who you are
You buy new clothes just to hide those scars
You built that roof just to hide those stars
Now you can't take it back to the start
And you can't tell me just who you are
You buy new clothes just to hide those scars
You built that roof just to hide those stars
Now you can't take it back to the start
(Anything at all.. anything at all..)
Uhh, and you can't tell me just who you are
You buy new clothes just to hide those scars
You built that roof just to hide those stars
Now you can't take it back to the start
And you can't tell me just who you are
You buy new clothes just to hide those scars
You built that roof just to hide those stars
Now you can't take it back to the start
7.He Say She Say(feat. Gemini And Sarah Green)(Album Version)
Lyricist：B.BacharachH DavidLupe FiascoSoundtrakk
Writer(s)：B.BacharachH DavidLupe FiascoSoundtrakk
I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't
Let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me？
She said to him
'I want you to be a father
He's your little boy and you don't even bother
Like 'brother' without the R
And he's starting to harbor
Cool and food for thought
But for you he's a starver
Starting to use red markers on his work
His teacher say they know he's much smarter
But he's hurt
Used to hand his homework in first
Like he was the classroom starter
Burst to tears
Let them know she see us
Now he's fighting in class
Got a note last week that say he might not pass
Ask me if his daddy was sick of us
Cause you ain't never pick him up
You see what his problem is？
He don't know where his poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models
It's making a hole you've been digging it
Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since he was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
He don't deserve to get used to that
Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart
When I try to provide and he say 'Mommy that ain't your job'
To be a man, I try to make him understand
That I'm his number one fan
But its like he born from the stands
You know the world is out to get him, so why don't you give him
a chance？'
So he said to him
'I want you to be a father
I'm your little boy and you don't even bother
Like 'brother' without the R
And I'm starting to harbor
Cool and food for thought
But for you I'm a starver
Starting to use red markers on my work
My teacher say they know I'm much smarter
But I'm hurt
I used to hand my homework in first
Like I was the classroom starter
Burst to tears
Let them know he see us
Now I'm fighting in class
Got a note last week that say I might not pass
Kids ask me if my daddy is sick of us
Cause you ain't never pick me up
You see what my problem is？
That I don't know where my poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models
It's making a hole you've been digging it
Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since I was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
I don't deserve to get used to that
Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart
When my momma try to provide and I tell her 'That ain't your
job'
To be a man, she try to make me understand
That she my number one fan
But its like you born from the stands
You know the world is out to get me, why don't you give me a
chance？'
8.Sunshine(Album Version)
Lyricist：Lupe FiascoSoundtrakk
Writer(s)：Lupe FiascoSoundtrakk
Uh, Fresh to def she is
From her steps ta the set she is
So 'death' might not let me live
Ya dig
Fresh uh huh, yes she is
Had a feelin that is would be a day like this
The orchestra in my mind dont play like this(naw),
But I'm prepared for it
Got a lil rare for it
Brushed off my airs
Even cut my hair for it
Cause normally I dont care for it
Dont even be looken for like, like that
Then there go it
Yea right over there so I prepare the poet
Lil scared my stair lowered
Momma said have no fear
Plus I'm already outta my chair
God love my airs on my square from here forward
It's nuthen right so here go it
Whisper in the air 'its kinda crowded in here'
Would she care to blow it she said 'yea'
Your my sunshine(your my sunshine),
Your my moonlight(your my moonlight),
Your the stary skies above me wont you please come down and hug
me,
Cause I found love in this girl tonight(Wowowowo)
Never met her before
But I think I like her like a metaphor
It's hard ta get in the car we sit
From the intro she rolled down her window just incase some was a
skit
So I compliment her on the common sense
I'm calm
A lil more confident(Uh Huh)
And then we lose consciousness
She says 'that I've been waiten for you'
And I know you been chasen me too since they kidnapped me from a
castle
I been thinken of you
I told a firebreathen dragon 'he bet not harm me' or he be sorry
when he meets my one man army
And thou has come ta rescue me
My knight in shinen armor yes you be
Woken up by the horn of an SUV
I said 'see, too beautiful to let you sleep'
Relationship is just 30 minutes long
It's kinda heavy maybe a lil strong
'Go and take' much more than once
Can't trust what each of us say at least for a month
Or two before I bid you a due
Do this one thing for me outta the trillions and numbers thats
in the world
Just leave me a few that lead to you
Won't be longin I see you in the mornen
9.Daydreamin'(featuring Jill Scott)(Explicit Album Version)
Lyricist：Craig KallmanDave MackayLupe FiascoRaymond VincentSylveer
Van Holman
Writer(s)：Craig KallmanDave MackayLupe FiascoRaymond VincentSylveer
Van Holman
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
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
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
10.The Cool(Explicit Album Version)
Lyricist：Dexter WanselKanye WestLupe Fiasco
Writer(s)：Dexter WanselKanye WestLupe Fiasco
Yeah...
Yeah...
the cool.
Turn me up
uh-huh..
yeah..
He came back
In the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grand father was married in
Yes... he was still fresh to death
bling, two ear-rings, a chain laying on his chest
He still had it cuz they couldn't find it
And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it
smelled the Hennesy from when his niggas got reminded
and poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it, But...
He couldn't sip it fast enough
So the liquor was just filling the casket up
floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second Grade hand-writing simply read 'I miss ya'
Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture
Right next to it one of his man's stuck a swisher
He had a notion as he laid there soaking
Saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open
and he...
This life goes passing you by
It might go fast if you lie
You go and you live then you die...
O-oh-oh-ohh
If life goes passing you by
Don't cry
If you breaking the rules
Making your moves
Paying your dues...
Chasing the cool
Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface
Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with
He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it
and when he couldn't dirt spit... swollowed it
Working like a.. hmm.. reverse archaeologist
Except.. his buried treasure was sunshine
So when some shined through a hole that he had drove
it reflected off the gold and almost made son blind
He grabbed on to some grass, he climbed
Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time
On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots
That had got him in the box wringing Henny out his socks
Figured it was hours because he wasn't older
Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders - so..
With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stay
Decided to walk home
so he..
He begged for some change to get him on a train
'Damn that nigga stank', is what they complained
Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames
Caught the reflection in the window of what he became
A long look... Wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed
Matter fact only thing on his brain was brains.. yeah
And getting back in his lane, doing his thang
First he had to find something to slang
Next stop was his block
It had the same cops
Walked right past the same spot where he was shot
Shocked that some lil' niggas tried to sell him rocks
It just felt weird being on the opposite
They figured that he wasn't from there
so they pulled out and robbed him
with the same gun they shot him with
Put it to his head and said 'You scared ain't ya？'
He said： 'Hustler for death. No heaven for a gangsta.'
11.Hurt Me Soul(Explicit Album Version)
Lyricist：Lupe FiascoM. SawyerNeedlzT. Camillo
Writer(s)：Lupe FiascoM. SawyerNeedlzT. Camillo
Now I ain't tryna be the greatest
I used to hate hip-hop... yup, because the women degraded
But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited half
Omittin the word 'bitch,' cursin I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a bitch I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike
But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealin
But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks
For children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins with pots
Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas's 'It Was Written'
In the mix with my realities and feelings
Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic vision
I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop
My mom can't feed me, my boyfriend beats me
I have sex for money, the hood don't love me
The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me
And I got noooo place to gooo
They bomb my village, they call us killers
Took me off they welfare, can't afford they health care
My teacher won't teach me, my master beats me
And it huuurts meee soooul
I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
'Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinkin godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th watchin of 'Streets is Watchin'
I was back to givin props again and that was botherin
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touchin you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs
was comin true
And it was all becoming cool
I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum into and
thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they
drop it
The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it
It seems I was seein the same scene adopted
Prevalent in different things with the witnesses indifferent to
stop it
They said don't knock it, mind ya business
His business isn't mine and that nigga pimpin got it
They took my daughter, we ain't got no water
I can't get hired, they cross on fire
We all got suspended, I just got sentenced
So I got noooo place to gooo
They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time
They talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader
My father ain't seen me, turn off my TV
'Cause it huuurts meee soooul
So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening
Macintosh marketing
Oil field augering
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation
Islamic martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser guided targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborin
Sand camouflage army men
CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin
Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin
String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin
Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no
bombin them
They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and
All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that
They say I'm infected, this is why I injected
I had it aborted, we got deported
My laptop got spyware, they say that I can't lie here
But I got noooo place to gooo
I can't stop eatin, my best friend's leavin
My pastor touched me, I love this country
I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me
'Cause it huuurts meee soul
12.Pressure(featuring Jay - Z)(Explicit Album Version)
Lyricist：B. SchneeLupe FiascoM. MelvoinProlyficShawn Carter
Writer(s)：B. SchneeLupe FiascoM. MelvoinProlyficShawn Carter
Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND!!
Jay... Lupe!
Yeah, uhh
And so it seems that I'm, sewin jeans
And, 1st and 15 is just a sewin machine
So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in seams
And, button in this hustlin then publically I'm Buddy Lee
There's no bustin them and cuffin them is like
usherin in the regime, they want me to make Prince pants
But I withstand, I ain't gotten into that
A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back
Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye
Give 'em the game, that's like givin chocolate to the fat
Look, how you think I got here？
That's the same game that came through where I lived as a kid
in the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back
Made me a ripper, deliver like river
Content a little more thicker, slicker
Yeah, and they said oil and water don't mix
Now they all down at the beach washin off the fish
Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your ships
YEAH!
It's my life, my life - everything I dooo I dooooo for you
I do it all for you - everything I say you knowwww it's the
truth
I'll say it is the truth - I'll take all the pressure offff of
you
Take pressure off of you; I'll take, the pressure off of you
YEAH!
Uhh, it's hella proper(proper)
Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, like a boxer's
That's the way that the Family's pants worn
Then we slide, and try and put 'em on
The stones in the pocket'll drag you down to Davy Jones locker
Beware if you wanna Roc the Knickerbocker
Other nigga from the block what, they was sellin O's
like Wheel of Fortune, of imported cocaine
just to feel important, it was +Do or Die+
They was tired of bein 'Po' Pimps,' now for sure
That was just a product of my common sense
I guess, I was just guessin like the consonants
Momma said beware of what the devil do
Tell 'em that your soul's not for sale like the W's
So go ahead and pirate, the highest
cannons make you leak like pirated my shhh..
It's no shhh.. it's just shhh like quiet
And big homey's out of retirement
Uhh, Young, uhh
So the pen is mightier than the sword my lord
My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes
And I still remain the artiste through thees all
If you force my hand I'll be forced to 'draw'
If the war calls for war halls
Hope you got enough space on your hall's walls
I make niggaz murals, then escape the bureau's
investigation, out in Europe on vacation
I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy
(Blaow) Here's a round boy(blaow blaow) down boy
Sound boy, you don't wanna soundclash loud noise
leave niggaz paranoid if not paralyzed
Which means you can't walk in my shoes
Too much green you can't talk in my hue
Extend the team, nigga holla at Lu'
1st and 15th, that's my cue, I'm through
13.American Terrorist(feat. Matthew Santos)(Explicit Album Version)
Lyricist：A. CoreaLupe FiascoProlyfic
Writer(s)：A. CoreaLupe FiascoProlyfic
Close your mind
close your eyes
see with your heart
how do you forgive the murderer of your father？
the ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the
blood of a martyr
we came through the storm nooses on our necks
and a smallpox blanket to keep us warm
on a 747 on the pentagon lawn
wake up the alarm clock is connected to a bomb
anthrax lab on a w. virginia farm
shorty aint learned to walk already heavily armed
civilians and little children is especially harmed
camoflouged torahs, bibles and glorious qurans
the books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord
there
have become misinterpreted, reasons for warfare
we read em with blind eyes i guarantee u there's more there
the rich must be blind b／c they didnt see the poor there
need to open up a park, just close 10 schools
we dont need em
can u please call the fire department they're down here marchin
for freedom
burn down their TV's, turn their TV's on to teach em
CHORUS
now the poor klu klux man c that we're all brothers not b／c
things are the same b／c we lack the same color that's green, now
that's mean
cant burn his cross cause he cant afford the gasoline
now if a muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus
with the seconds running give you the jitters？
just imagine a American-based christian orginization planning to
poison water supplies to bring the second-coming quicker
nigga they aint livin properly
break em off a little democracy
turn their whole culture to a mockery
give em coca-cola for their property
give em gum, give em guns, get em young, giv em fun
if they aint givin it up, then they aint gettin none and dont
giv em all naw ,man, just give em some its the paper, then these
cops must be al-qaeda
CHORUS(2X)
It's like
don't give the black man food, give red man liquor
red man fool, black man nigga
give yellow man tool, make him railroad builda
also give him pan, make him pull gold from river give black man
crack, glocks to teens, give red man craps, slot machines...
14.The Emperor's Soundtrack(Explicit Album Version)
Lyricist：Lupe FiascoSchenkerSoundtrakk
Writer(s)：Lupe FiascoSchenkerSoundtrakk
I told you I would show up screaming FNF
Till the world, blow up, they said I was so finished
I told 'em its show business
Meaning it's no business, since Fiasco's in it
Disrespect the dress code; wear my street clothes in it
Measured, sold, and clothed in it
Opened up clones, after I entered and drove in it, like unh
Only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And never fall asleep
Roll in it, let music bumpin, windows tinted
Through they neighborhoods and all of the wolves in it
It's already controlled in it
Seen it come and go, sellin they soul in it
Diamond and gold plated
Fountain of youth, dippin my toes in it
Bounced in the booth, spit it, like scoldin it
Putting my heart and my soul in it
Cause
I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And never fall asleep
Once upon a time, not long ago
Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po'
With fifteen in the clip and one in the hold
Hallway wall full of bricks, only some of us know
None of us know the makers of the toast
Like the bottom of the stove, that was used in the murderin' of
the scroll
Heart colder than EDs
Won't let the CD's city defeat me
Rub me out like genies; smoke a sweet to my graffiti
Nigga what
I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And I will never sleep
Marvin Billups said wasup to the reaper
Hell met like Riddell and high water hello
To the five year old gunshot killer, I hear ya
Clearer than the invisible man in the mirror
Cheer up, I'll put in on the bars like beer nuts
Put a bug in they ear, so from here up, they hear us
Then we only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And we will never sleep
Once upon a time, not long ago
Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po'
I put it on my grand mama's daughter
My microphone control of the soul of slave hummin 'Wadin in the
Water'
I author like PW brother, like a hustla
God place me in ya armor, I prescribe no partnas
I do it for the hood like a parka
And tell my niggaz not to shiver
Only time we quiver like a archer is
Cause we only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And we will never sleep
Here we are now, entertain us
Change don't change us
Ever since the game trained us
We came up like worms in the rain
I dream my chain became a loose noose that was used to hang us
So now, my insane brain, my 32 teeth
And two feet creep like its Elm Street
Cause
I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And I will never sleep
Once upon a time, not long ago
Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po'
He said...
15.Kick, Push II(Album Version)
Lyricist：Brandon HowardLupe Fiasco
Writer(s)：Brandon HowardLupe Fiasco
Look at what we did, came a long way from Dirty Ghetto Kids(Uh,
yeah)
Look at what we did, came a long way from Dirty Ghetto
Kids(Yeah)
You know what it is(Haha, uh, uh, come on)
When the cops didn't find him for grindin' though
They kinda blew the vibe, figured it was time to go
Plus, he had to at home a long time ago
And he had made like ten dollars off the sign he wrote
It read： 'A little hungry, and need a little money, it's for my
little sister, and her little tummy.'
Wasn't lyin' though didn't go buy hydro
Went to the restuarant and bought two gyros
'Cause he knew they wasn't cooking where he lived
Da-kook-akook-akook's now took him to the crib
A little hurt from the rail he took into the ribs
Right bast the pushers who couldn't underdig
'What's the use of pushin' if you ain't pushin' none of this'
If i kick with y'all I'm just pushin' for a bit
But, what was on his mind had pushed him to the lid
They best customer wasn't cooking for a kid
Yes sir
So he kick, push
Over his shoulders he swore he'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive(Yeah, uh)
And so he kick, push
Over his shoulders he swore he'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive(yeah)
You see his mom was a crackhead and his father couldn't be
contacted
He lived with being different, was combated
Amongst the other things on his young, black head
And see, his girl was a white girl
But, just cause she was white, see her life wasn't light-world
She, too had the drama thick
Had a daddy and a momma, but her daddy used to momma hit
Daddy caught something, chasing fatties made her momma sick
Couldn't afford the medicine, pimped it to the pharmacist
As suicidal feelings would rise, swich over to trasitions,
helped her conquer it
Pays for her momma's pills with a sponsership
A cell phone bill and a Honda kit Uh-huh
And that's why she skates with him
Someone to feel her pain and her place to be
That's why, that's why, that's why she kick, push
Over her shoulders she swore she'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive(Yeah, uh)
That's why she kick, push
Over his shoulders she swore she'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive(yeah)
A traveling band of misfits and outcasts
Knock their heads from Misfits to Outkast
A lot of scars, they did this without pads
A lot of hearts, who did this without dads
One's father was fithy rich, two was middle class, and one was
homeless
Add in a paralyzed girl in a wheelchair who just liked to watch
it, that was the whole clique
I think about it everytime I see this old flick
That was taken in the park, in front of this old bench
They wrote on the back, 'You thank for push, kick, hope you make
a video, the beat is so sick.'
Well, I did, I hope you seen it It's on MTV, Soundtrakk's a
genius
Love from Tony Hawk, beat from the Ice Creamer's
Before we out it out had to pay the fillipinas
Just to show 'em how...
You kick, push
Over your shoulders you swore you'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive(Yeah, uh)
That's why you kick, push
Over your shoulders you swore you'd never look
'Cause wasn't nothin' there but the blackness
Life wasn't too attractive(yeah)
16.Outro(Album Version)
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