“Drogas Wave” by Lupe Fiasco

През 1812 г. английският художник William Turner съчинява поемата „Заблуди на надеждата“, силно впечатлен от събития, станали през 1781 г. Тогава британският кораб „Zong“ отплава от Африка, претоварен с роби, но когато се оказва, че питейната вода е оскъдна, изхвърлят в океана първоначално 54 роби, а в следващите дни техният брой нараства до 142 души, включително 10, които се хвърлят в знак на протест. През 1840 г. Turner доразвива темата с картината „Кораб с роби“, станала един от неговите шедьоври.

 

 

 

В наши дни тази тема намира продължение в албума “DROGAS WAVE” („ВЪЛНА ДРОГА“) на hip-hop музиканта LUPE FIASCO, носител на наградата “Grammy”, чийто корени са от Ямайка. LUPE придава на историята от картината „Кораб с роби“ сюрреалистичен елемент и ни я представя ето така:

 

 

 

„Става въпрос за робството, и по-точно за група роби, натоварени на кораб на път от Африка до Западна Индия, които са изхвърлени от кораба. Но те не умират, остават живи и живеят под водата. Посвещават живота си да спасяват свои събратя от кораби с роби. Те създават супер подводната сила срещу робството Longchains (дълги вериги). Някои избират да се върнат в Африка, докато други се въоръжават с вериги и куки, за да потопяват робовладелските кораби и да освобождават своите братя и сестри. Longchains се разпада след края на трансатлантическата търговия с роби, но неколцина са избрани да останат, за да пазят правата на африканците и да наставляват наследниците на роби, които намериха свободата и искат да се върнат у дома. „Drogas“ е испанската дума за наркотици, съвременен аспект на робството на афроамериканците. Направих абревиатура от думите, които означават „Dont Ruin Us God Said” („Не ни съсипвай, Бог каза“).

 

 

 

Албума “DROGAS WAVE”, или „ВЪЛНА ДРОГА“, ще чуем в предаването “Картини от една изложба®” на програма “Хоризонт” на БНР в събота, 10 април, този път след новините от 16.00 ч.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

В предаването на 10.04.2021 г.: Lupe Fiasco и албумът “Вълна дрога”

 

 

 

LUPE FIASCO
DROGAS WAVE
Date of Release: September 21st, 2018

 

 

 

SONGS/TRACKS:

 

 

 

Part 1: WAVE

 

 

 

1. \"In the Event of Typhoon \" - 0:18
2. \"Drogas \" - 2:16
3. \"Manilla \" - 5:27
4. \"Gold vs. the Right Things to Do \" - 3:42
5. \"Slave Ship \" by Rosy Timms - 3:31
6. \"WAV Files \" - 6:38
7. \"Down \" (featuring Nikki Jean) - 6:17
8. \"Haile Selassie \" (featuring Nikki Jean) - 4:49
9. \"Alan Forever \" (featuring Crystal \"Røvél \" Torres) - 4:49

 

 

 

Part 2: DROGAS

 

 

 

10. \"Helter Skelter (Interlude) \" - 0:16
11. \"Stronger \" (featuring Nikki Jean) - 4:05
12. \"Sun God Sam & the California Drug Deals \" (featuring Nikki Jean) - 4:44
13. \"XO \" (featuring Troi Irons) - 4:31
14. \"Don t Mess Up the Children (Interlude) \" - 0:45
15. \"Jonylah Forever \" - 3:45
16. \"Kingdom \" (featuring Damian Marley) - 4:45
17. \"Baba Kwesi (Interlude) \" - 0:35
18. \"Imagine \" (featuring Simon Sayz and Crystal \"Røvél \" Torres) - 4:07
19. \"Stack That Cheese \" (featuring Nikki Jean) - 4:13
20. \"Cripple \" (featuring Elena Pinderhughes) - 4:51
21. \"King Nas \" - 5:57
22. \"Quotations from Chairman Fred \" (featuring Nikki Jean and Bishop Edgar Jackson) - 7:09
23. \"Happy Timbuck2 Day \" - 5:48
24. \"Mural Jr. \" - 5:12

 

 

 


©2018 1st & 15th Productions, Inc.

 

 

 


CREDITS:

 

 

 

Lupe Fiasco: Primary Artist

 

 

 

Kwayland Smith: Vocals
Letty Martínez: Vocals
Parthenia: Vocals
Runere Brooks: Bass (Upright)
Nigel Rivers: Bass
Caleb Sean: Keyboards
Anthony Perkin: Piano
Reginald \"Lil Reggie \": Strong Vocals
Greg McDonald: Percussion, Shaker
Derrick Hodge: Bass, Instrumentation
Leila Z. Braimah-Mahamah: Instrumentation
Brother Nate: Instrumentation
Jon Content: Additional Production, Keyboards
Jake West: Additional Production, Guitar (Electric)
Crystal Torres: Featured Artist, Trumpet
Davin \"Christopherkillumbus \" Boykin: Composer, Drum Programming, Producer
Troi Irons: Composer, Featured Artist, Guitar
Oren Yoel: Composer, Keyboards, Producer, Programming
Dylan James: Additional Production, Bongos, Composer, Guitar, Guitar (Bass), Producer, Vocals, Whistle

 

 

 

Nikki Jean: Featured Artist
Elena Pinderhughes: Featured Artist
Nolan Shaw: Instrumentation
Rosy Timms: Composer, Engineer, Instrumentation
Simon Sayz: Engineer, Featured Artist, Producer
Damian Marley: Composer, Featured Artist
Bishop Edgar Jackson : Featured Artist
Dacoury Natche: Composer, Keyboards, Programming
TJay Walker: Composer
Derrick Disu: Composer
James Fatorma: Composer
Nicholle Jean Leary: Composer
Rudolph Lopez: Composer
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.: Composer
Javohn Griffin: Composer
Larry Griffin, Jr.: Composer
Simon Morel: Composer
Ian Valentine: Composer, Producer
John Thomas II: Composer, Producer
Christian Sager: Composer, Producer
Carl McCormick: Additional Production, Composer
DJ Dahi: Producer
Floss & Fame: Producer
Charles \"Chill \" Patton: Executive Producer
S1: Producer
Soundtrakk: Additional Production, Producer
T3K: Producer
Freeway TJay: Producer
VohnBeatz: Producer

 

 

 

Wasalu Jaco: Art Direction, Composer, Executive Producer, Photography

 

 

 

Chris Athens: Mastering
Tonia Calderon: Logo Design, Photography
Brian Dackowski: A&R
Abel Garibaldi : Mixing
Bob Horn: Mixing
Greg \"G Ball \" Magers: Engineer
Jhair Lazo: Engineer
Graham Burris: Engineer

 

 

 


LYRICS:

 

 

 

In the Event of Typhoon

 

 

 

[Intro: Leila Z. Braimah-Mahamah]
Aloft all hands, strike the top-masts and belay
Yon angry setting sun and fierce-edged clouds
Declare the typhoon s coming
Before it sweeps your decks, throw overboard
The dead and dying – ne er heed their chains
Hope, hope, fallacious hope!
Where is thy market now?

 

 

 


Drogas

 

 

 

[Intro: Letty]
Socio, 101.5
¡Buenos días, mi gente!
Leticia aquí, mandándoles saludos donde quiera que estén
En Texas, México, Los Ángeles, hasta Colombia, Centro y Sudamérica, Miami, mi pana del Caribe, Barcelona y de regreso a Chicago
Les mando besos (Mmmuah)
¡Saludos! Y que este día les traiga amor, dinero, prosperidad
¡Ay, mira no más! ¡Que sorpresa! Nuestro amigo Lupe Fiasco me dejó unas canciones para jugarles
¿Están listos? ¡Ándale, pues! ¡Aquí les va!
¡Drogas! (Yaaay)

 

 

 

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
Dios es mi droga, si no a qué soy adicta
Bonita chica, se encuentran de Costa Rica
O tal vez Colombia y cantar sobre política
Ambiente reggae, esto lucha en tono a esas mujeres
Paz, paz, paz, paz sin pistolas (Pistolas)
Sólo rosas, es mejor que la coca
Coca, tranquilo
Señorita, ven para ir a Barranquilla

 

 

 

[Verse: Lupe Fiasco]
Besos, besos, besos, besos, besos
¿Cómo me veo? ¡Realmente bueno!
Bueno, bueno
Bueno, bueno
Besos, besos, besos, besos, besos
¿Cómo me veo? ¡Realmente bueno!
Bueno, bueno
Bueno, bueno
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

 

 

 

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
Dios es mi droga, si no a qué soy adicta
Bonita chica, se encuentran de Costa Rica
O tal vez Colombia y cantar sobre política
Ambiente reggae, esto lucha en torno a las mujeres
¡Paz!

 

 

 


Manilla

 

 

 

[Intro]
We are a people who have historically been on the verge of extinction
Freeway
We have been at many times, under much stress
Since being brought into this country
On many, many slave ships

 

 

 

[Verse 1]
Preparations, reparations from segregation
Genius at Genesis, master system SEGAs
Punjabi mommy, dissecting Vedas on Sepulveda
Anointed players who coin phrases, that s metal paper
Level layers, several shades of grey and submission for it
MILF lover under silk covers who kiss her horses
Pilates central to preservin’ the body temple (oh yea)
Jazz classics combatin the fattest ass, status
Quotient; my potions soakin like boats in oceans
Motion sickness, I overdid all my finesse pack
Multidecker, new refreshment, lessons from jet snacks
My momma wisdom, my competition is setbacks
Jetlaggin’, very swaggered, my Jordans dirty
AMG performance, my foreign don t show no mercy
Mere products, objects, meaningless to the over-standers
Contemplatin with industrialists and social planners
Manillas!

 

 

 

[Chorus]
Don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us
Don t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don’t ruin us, don t ruin us
Don’t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us
Don’t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us God said

 

 

 

[Verse 2]
Life s work, overseeing the Five Classics
You can accomplish anything if you survive blackness
Sober living, Kosher kitchen, and co-defendants
Soda sippin , the soca rhythms, and global vision
Fear no verdict, but I feel allergic to local prisons
My new resurgence, a due return into socialism
Youth moves pay dividends as an old man
Snake-headed Mayan goddess body with gold hands
Father sins, send his twins into the underworld
Though legendary, I weapon carry for same goals
My February s is necessary to save souls
Epilepsy diamonds flicker foolish on the cuff wrist
Do my duty to be useless to the fuck shit
Manufacture finished goods to service local needs
Dashboards lack the means to show my total speeds
Fast forward florists forge orchids to go with me
Construct the future with thirty bars
Long tenures, I m returning home to dirty cars
Jasmine necklace from a poor woman on Hindu streets
I gave her Rupees, she gave me beauty, I temple creep
Manillas

 

 

 


[Chorus]
Don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us
Don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us
Don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us
Don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us God said

 

 

 

[Verse 3]
Roman logic, Greek prophets, and add tutors
B-more young ns, they 12 o clock, and then jump the scooters
Through entertainment, I end the training to run the future
Anton Chekhov my checkouts, too much for your computers
Chakra waves, singin bowls, stirring, I m Dalai Lama
Creation, step in my mental selection Bobby Konders
Nightmare women, dream girls, and body monsters
Don t confuse my temptation battles for batty mantras
Sole pilot til my reputation is bodhisattva
Word to Botticelli saw Venus in this topless opera
Lost the combination need security to come and pop-a-lock a
Still no drinkin , just bought this champagne here to watch this vodka
Punk band merchandise patches on leather coats
Tell you tales of illegal sales by fetid boats
Swallowed by waves, the hollow graves, they ll never float
Sunken ships carried slaves, tokens to western coasts
Manillas

 

 

 

[Chorus]
Don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us
Don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us
Don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us
Don t ruin us, don t ruin us, don t ruin us God said

 

 

 


[Outro]
Copper alloy bracelet forms were recognized and used for currency
As transactions from the end of 15th century to the mid 20th century
Their metal content varied from copper to brass
Most Manilla were manufactured in England or France
And like trade beads, were used for trades with Africa
The local chiefs on the slave coast of West Africa traded their human cargo
For many different commodities and the Manilla was one of them
This Manilla was manufactured in Birmingham between 1830 and 1850
Was being shipped to Africa to be bartered for one slave, each Manilla
These slaves were then packed into hulls of ships
And taken to the West Indies and the Americas
To be sold for vast profits if they did not die from the journey
The Duoro was one of the slave ships
With trade goods on her way to Africa to pick up her human cargo
When she hit a rock and sank in 1843

 

 

 


Gold vs. The Right Things to Do

 

 

 

[Intro]
Let me tell you bout the ting
Come sit round the fire
Me tell you where we come from
Me tell you the story

 

 

 

[Verse 1]
Some men wanna live like a banker
Fill up the ship then pull up the anchor
Pay the man dem to come run and take ya
Rassclaat chain in a brainwash nature
Joggin in y all clothes to the tailor
Drop leg to di riddim of the maker
Mash up di boat ah di fassyhole sailor
No rain a fall pon a Babylon acre
Zinc fence but me mind is a mansion
Dem a sufferer, we still have a bashment
Him inna cross but im still be a-dancin
Every ting cook a curry like a champion
In a jam, but the man, him a jammin
Original, you should come follow fashion
Me already dun seen what the future hold
Nuff gold for the dark hearts and the chasms
So big up your chest
Like a skin teet in a bad man wagon
No fear, me a duppy assassin
Make a wish me a dutchie Aladdin
Wah dem i-sire for dem earthstrong?
Give thanks to the first Gong
Di man word like a bird song
Iya self me a work pon (Fyah!)
Me gon tell ya bout the nation
Gravelicious men in them wicked navigations
Small up the slaves and stuff them in arrangement
We the children of the first generation

 

 

 

[Pre-Chorus]
Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Real mumma (atat tat tat tat)
Soon forward (atat tat tat tat)
Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Downpressed (atat tat tat tat)
Jah bless (atat tat tat tat)

 

 

 

[Chorus]
All I got is gold, golden memories
When I think about what you meant to me
All I got is gold, golden memories
When I think about what you did to me
When I think about, when I think about (reparation)
When I think about, when I think about
When I think about, when I think about
When I think about, when I think about (respect)

 

 

 

[Verse 2]
Man dem a come down from England
And dem wah commerce for your kingdom
Say em got nuff Manilla for the yute
And the gal and the man, would you bring some?
Tallawah and bashy, yuh sight me?
Say him don t want the likkle or the feisty
Say him got nuff bickle for the trip
Nah worry bout a thing man, everyone irie
Fuckery, mi nah wan fi do it
And the samfie man wan mi fi trade pickney
For a quattie, baldhead must think me foolish
Me put a cutlass in this nuisance
Bwoi, wake up from your dream
To the smell and the sound and the screams
And the panic of the captain and the crew
Who don t know what to do as the ship comes apart at the seams
Got em, ship gets pulled to the bottom
By a group of men and women holdin ropes with large hooks
On the ends specifically designed for catchin boats
Crew in disbelief as they choke
The weight of the chains on the slaves
Pullin down to what they think are they graves
Afraid as they sink from the surface of the sea
Til a soft voice in the water tells them, \"Breathe \"

 

 

 


[Pre-Chorus]
Fire burn
Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Real mama (tat tat tat tat)
Soon forward (atat tat tat tat)
Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Downpressed (atat tat tat tat)
Jah bless (tat tat tat tat)

 

 

 

[Chorus]
All I got is gold, golden memories
When I think about what you meant to me
All I got is gold, golden memories
When I think about what you did to me

 

 

 


Slave Ship
(instrumental)

 

 

 


WAV Files

 

 

 

[Verse 1]
Wade with us
Baptize and convert to the waves with us
I tuned in to what the future holds
I could never be a slave, niggas
They gon have to pay me, Navy
Downloaded by the tidals like Jay-Z
That s a roll offshore like an A.P., Davy
Jones locker on top of those hoppers off the side of the ship
Suicide, didn t die from the dip
Submarine man, keep your eyes on the blips
Sonar, echolocation, know where we are facin
Get back to our nation—oh, Lord!
So we walkin back to Africa
And I found a detour to the seashore
Yes, jumped off the deck
To leave footsteps on the depths of the sea floor, ayy

 

 

 

[Chorus]
My bones is why the beach is white
Why the beach is white cause they bleached us light
So I m goin back home, I took a leap last night
So I m walkin on water til my feet just like Jesus Christ
Wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water, ayy
My bones is why the beach is white
Why the beach is white cause they bleached us light
So I m goin back home, I took a leap last night
So I m walkin on water til my feet just like Jesus Christ
Walkin on water, wow, wow
Walkin on water, wow, wow
Walkin on water, ayy

 

 

 

[Verse 2]
Yeah, uhh, dive with us, vibe with us
Imbibe with the tide
Sea salty cause it cry with us when we looked it in the eyes
Like how could you help her?
Poseidon apologized and said that I m sorry, we re shelter
Y all can live down here forever, drownin is severed
From all your lungs and the lungs of your sons
Tell your daughters the water s a treasure
Summon the forest
Talkin to trees, now how could you be in the chorus
With something so horrid?
You became boards for the floors and the doors of the warships
Anthropomorphic, the forest returned with a match
Made from itself and said, \"Burn us with that \"
Then left again and came back with an axe
We can serve you as furniture or furnace us black, ayy

 

 

 

[Chorus]
My bones is why the beach is white
Why the beach is white cause they bleached us light
So I m goin back home, I took a leap last night
So I m walkin on water til my feet just like Jesus Christ
Wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water, ayy
My bones is why the beach is white
Why the beach is white cause they bleached us light
So I m goin back home, I took a leap last night
So I m walkin on water til my feet just like Jesus Christ
Walkin on water, wow, wow
Walkin on water, wow, wow
Walkin on water, ayy

 

 

 

[Verse 3]
Yeah, shipwreck with us
Grab vessels, bring em down to the depths with us
Take ahold of the bow of the Jesus
And The Brigantine Sanderson and La Amistad
And The Henry of London and Elizabeth
Fanny Butler And The Hector and The Gree
The Baratoga and The Martha
Glorin, and The Corralline and The Brittany
And The Comet
Alabama and The Wanderer, Henrietta Marie
The Molly, The Sloop
The Molican
The Boa Morte and The River Volta
The Lordboard, The Elisee, The Eagle
The Agent Coker and The Colorado
Tar Tar, Morgan, The Mizer
The Pangas and The Mary Baugh and The Surf (Surf, Surf)
Williamsbury and The Liverpool
The Marquis O Grady
The Inbus, The Ferris, The Leons
The Navigator, and The Phoenix
Claytor, Muhgel, Dragon, Gray Way, Ruby
Caroline, Bark, and The Tiger Nanny of Carlington
Pinnace Swallow
The Green Dragon and The Charles
The Abel Aide, The Moon Tavern, and The Slan
Hannibal of London, Jeffry, Little Fleet, Mediterranean
Li Anelia, The Solomon and The Tyre, Kaff
The Mersey, The Inbe, and The Little Napoleon
Rainbow, Enterprise, The Katherine, Bristol
The Kambia, The Ann
The Adelaide Brookes and The Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord

 

 

 


[Chorus]
My bones is why the beach is white
Why the beach is white cause they bleached us light
So I m goin back home, I took a leap last night
So I m walkin on water til my feet just like Jesus Christ
Wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water, ayy
My bones is why the beach is white
Why the beach is white cause they bleached us light
So I m goin back home, I took a leap last night
So I m walkin on water til my feet just like Jesus Christ
Walkin on water, wow, wow
Walkin on water, wow, wow
Walkin on water, ayy

 

 

 

[Verse 4]
Yeah, uhh, rise with us
From out the sevens to the Heavens in the skies in us
Conversations with the constellations
While you navigate the haters, black baby alligator baiters
Supposed to do greater, with all of your alphas and betas
And minors and majors
You were so busy just tryin to shine
You shoulda been tryin to save us
Star said, \"Excuse our behavior
We will be indebted to you for all of eternity
If you counseled your heart and forgave us
Remove all our favors from childrens of sailors and slavers
Repay you with acres
But here in the heavens where harvest is greater
A meager inheritance, pardon our arrogance
Those with Americans, guide them to places much safer, ayy \"

 

 

 

[Chorus]
My bones is why the beach is white
Why the beach is white cause they bleached us light
So I m goin back home, I took a leap last night
So I m walkin on water til my feet just like Jesus Christ
Wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water
Wow, wow, walkin on water, ayy
My bones is why the beach is white
Why the beach is white cause they bleached us light
So I m goin back home, I took a leap last night
So I m walkin on water til my feet just like Jesus Christ
Walkin on water, wow, wow
Walkin on water, wow, wow
Walkin on water, ayy

 

 

 

[Outro]
Seas, all that I have for you, forest
Fire and maps for you, stars
Fall off the flag for you, sugar
Sweeten the path for you, seas
All that I have for you, forest
Fire and maps for you, stars
Fall off the flag for you, sugar
Sweeten the path for you, seas
All that I have for you, forest
Are fire and maps for you, stars
Fall off the flat for you, sugar
Sweeten the path for you, seas
All that I have for you, forest
Are fire and maps for you, stars
Fall off the flag for you, sugar
Sweeten the path for you

 

 

 


Down

 

 

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Fish is my friends and the whales is my homies
Octopuses my people, the shrimp, they all know me
The sharks is my niggas, the dolphins is with us
The crabs is my comrades, the seahorse be holdin us down
Jellyfish, they just be rollin’ around
Lobsters is cool, they are not food
They part of the crew
And that mean they down (that mean they down)

 

 

 

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Life Aquatic, product of the passage, ooh
Stay there with me, lookin like Atlantis (ayy)
We re off to build another planet (ayy)
See a ship and then we’re really goin savage (ayy)
From the home, we was lost in the Atlantic
I wouldn t make it, but we ll find a way to manage (ayy)
Titanic when we re breakin off the damage
I ain t gotta say it man, that wave is automatic
Me and my partnas, say your life is a beach, no
But life is a beach though
Yeah, it s down here on the sea floor (yeah)
And now we’re really gettin’ deep though
I feel I m golden (no)
I don’t take shit from no one (no)
I just be floatin
We re down in the ocean

 

 

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Fish is my friends and the whales is my homies
Octopuses my people, the shrimp, they all know me
The sharks is my niggas, the dolphins is with us
The crabs is my comrades, the seahorse be holdin us down
Jellyfish, they just be rollin’ around
Lobsters is cool, they are not food
They part of the crew
And that mean they down (that mean they down)
And that mean they down, that mean they down

 

 

 

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Throw us in the water, execution
We really thought we wasn t gonna do nothin
But the sharks and the dolphins gonna do somethin
Walked up out that water, evolution
Ayy, ayy, revolution
Pass the plate, you should make a contribution
If you ain t got it then you gotta go and get it
Climate change, chain flooded, call it sleepin with the fishes
Tired of all these bitches, in my net it s just fishes
In my net it s just swishes, boom
And you know I m a floater, ballin
Coachin from the ark, Doc Rivers, call Flipper my nigga
Say you got it for the low (low)
Say you got it by the boat (by the boat)
When you whip it in the water (whip it, whip it)
If it s real, it ll float

 

 

 


[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Fish is my friends and the whales is my homies
Octopuses my people, the shrimp, they all know me
The sharks is my niggas, the dolphins is with us
The crabs is my comrades, the seahorse be holdin us down
Jellyfish, they just be rollin around
Lobsters is cool, they are not food
They part of the crew (they part of the)
And that mean they down (that mean they down)
And down, and down, and that mean they down

 

 

 

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco]
One time for my homies at the bottom
Told some lies, keep it real for the bottom
Some of y all ain t allowed at the bottom
9th Ward, it was down at the bottom
Katrina had it down at the bottom
Pine Ridge, it be feelin like the bottom
Gaza Strip, baby, tough at the bottom
So you gotta give it up to the bottom
Some only really talk about the top
But I wanna talk about the bottom
I know everything got a lot
But I want them to know that I got em, yeah, yeah

 

 

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Fish is my friends and the whales is my homies
Octopuses my people, the shrimp, they all know me
The sharks is my niggas, the dolphins is with us
The crabs is my comrades, the seahorse be holdin us down
Jellyfish, they just be rollin around
Lobsters is cool, they are not food
They part of the crew (they part of the crew)
And that mean they down (that mean they down)

 

 

 


[Instrumental Outro]

 

 

 


Haile Selassie

 

 

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Haile Selassie, high as the eyelids of osprey, I m thriving
Poseidon, your trident can t stop me, from diving
I m looking for my, looking for my, looking for my, as I float
Brand new shell for my ghost, tattoos all on my coast

 

 

 

[Interlude: Lupe Fiasco]
\"Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted
The indifference of those who should have known better
The silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most
This, has made it possible for evil to triumph. \"
- Selassie, uhh

 

 

 

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Man s limitation, transfiguration
Haka dance done at the welcome to the demo
Modern man comes to the weddin in the limo
Mixin doves with the rice rain
Uncle Ben s off the rails on the night train
And that storm took us to the platform, pushas
Back to the bachelor s backdoor, unhook us
Hope this track take you back to where the fat girl pushed us
And that s very old
Like Blackberry Bold but the juice
Sweeter than where the party at, or
Releasing these niggas from the roofs, and
Leavin these niggas on the loose, or
Keepin these niggas in the coops, and
Leavin these niggas on the noose, free!
Shamu fan got a world to see!

 

 

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Haile Selassie, high as the eyelids of osprey, I m thriving
Poseidon, your trident can t stop me, from diving
I m looking for my, looking for my, looking for my, as I float
Brand new shell for my ghost, tattoos all on my coast

 

 

 

[Interlude: Lupe Fiasco]
\"Then until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
That until there no longer first class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the color of a man s skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes. \"
- Selassie

 

 

 

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
To the limit, the limit in the Methadone clinic
Ridin with the pack like a Peloton
Flyin with the sack in the trap like the pregnant
As it breaks in the backs from the cracks that we step upon
If I triple my worth, will it cripple my mom?
If I simple my search, will it mental my calm?
Will it hurt if I give you my palm?
To tell in it, don t put a nail in it
How you gonna see the world if you a whale in it
And readin my palms like there s braille in it (braille in it)
Is it the trail or the forest? (forest)
Or the forest with the trail in it?
That s a sail with a 12 in it
Water coming through from impalin it (water come through for me now)
Nothin left of the boat but my holes
Still I fill up the world and I float like Haile

 

 

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Haile Selassie, high as the eyelids of osprey, I m thriving
Poseidon, your trident can t stop me, from diving
I m looking for my, looking for my, looking for my, as I float
Brand new shell for my ghost, tattoos all on my coast

 

 

 

[Interlude: Lupe Fiasco]
\"A qualified man with vision, unmoved by daily selfish interests
Led to right decisions by his conscience
In general, a man who knows from whence he comes
And where he s going will cooperate with his fellow human beings
He will not be satisfied with merely doing his ordinary duties
But will inspire others by his good example
You are being watched by the nation
And you should realize, that you will satisfy it if you do good
But on the contrary, you do evil
It will lose its hope and confidence in you. \"
- Selassie

 

 

 

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Hydrant open wide, on the side of the colonized
Swimmin in the street, fell asleep on my mama thighs
Blockin out the noise that destroys little boys
Live enjoy, ships ahoy, get deployed by the rock-a-byes
D-d-d-deep into the sea of my dreams
Lyin fall asleep at the feet of my queen
Hawk, I ma write to the beat of your wings
Song for the Ethiopian King, Haile

 

 

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Haile Selassie, high as the eyelids of osprey, I m thriving
Poseidon, your trident can t stop me, from diving
I m looking for my, looking for my, looking for my, as I float
Brand new shell for my ghost, tattoos all on my coast
Haile Selassie, high as the eyelids of osprey, I m thriving
Poseidon, your trident can t stop me, from diving
I m looking for my, looking for my, looking for my, as I float
Brand new shell for my ghost, tattoos all on my coast

 

 

 


Alan Forever

 

 

 

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
(Are you scared? Are you scared?)
Uhh, turn up, turn up

 

 

 

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Let me flex, get up, brush sand off myself
I was just holding my breath
Blue shorts, red shirt, how I m dressed
I look fresh, and I feel
Bleeeeeeeeeeessed
What s your name? My name Alan
Sounds like Aylan, I love smiling
I got talents, I can do flips
I can keep my balance, I love dancing
Matter of fact, can I have one?
Right now, y all heard the man, lights out
And the moon turns into a disco ball
Heaven, better come and get your daughter
Waltzing all on top of that water
Then Whip, then Nae-Nae, then dip
Down in my submarine
I got a pair of seats
Raise the periscope, to see parakeets
And the dinosaurs don t be scaring me
I got my own personal Dairy Queen
Satisfaction is guaranteed
I m rather dashing, apparently
Got an airplane too, won t you come fly through the air with me?
Best thing of all
My mother says that I m very sweet
Jonylah says \"It s all cool, but what about school?
And ain t you Muslim? You can t talk til you marry me”

 

 

 

[Chorus: Crystal Torres]
The waves can be your cover, the beach can be your pillow
My heart can be your house, my eyes can be your windows
To teach you how to swim and then we ll play Nintendo
Beating all of your friends, dancing to the tempo
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, yeah

 

 

 

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
And they say, yeah (now entering)
Now entering that Canadian Olympic swimming team
And those medals are just glistening, so gold
So cold, yeah
And Alan did the most, all those world records he broke
That s why his nickname is the lifeguard and my God is he dope
Michael Phelps cannot believe it even though he is his coach
He might be the next Steve Zissou, or maybe Jacques Cousteau
Where he saw that little boy, go and fall off of that boat
So he jumped off in that water swam him right back to the shore
Now ain t that wild, crowd goes wild
Little boy scared so the child won t smile
So Alan get a towel to dry him off and wipe him down
Put an ice cream out, that s more his style
Father runs down that beach
Sees his son just playin in the sand
Hugs Alan who says he s a brave little man
Walk away little boy, turns around and waves his hand
Call Jonylah say, \"Guess what I did today?
Got my rescue on saved a kid today
Had my wet suit on and my fins today
Even taught him next time how to swim away \"
You should really feel good that you gave your help
Might get you into heaven, might raise your health
Might get a lot of blessings, might raise your wealth
Bet you ain t even know that you saved yourself

 

 

 


[Chorus: Crystal Torres]
The waves can be your cover, the beach can be your pillow
My heart can be your house, my eyes can be your windows
To teach you how to swim and then we ll play Nintendo
Be with all of your friends, dancing to the tempo
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, yeah

 

 

 

[Outro: Crystal Torres & Lupe Fiasco]
The waves can be your cover, the beach can be your pillow
My heart can be your house, my eyes can be your windows
To teach you how to swim and then we ll play Nintendo
Be with all of your friends, dancing to the tempo
(Are you scared?)
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, yeah

 

 

 


Helter Skelter

 

 

 

[Interlude: Brother Nate]
Helter skelter is the order of the day
Watch what you say and what s being said
When you bow your head make sure your words are true
Make sure your god is in you
Make sure your god is in the things you say and do

 

Stronger

 

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
And they say

 

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Opium to the ceiling
All for the love of plugs, squealing \"ugh \", healing
No more Timberland turf, you re too soft for this
Award-winning awkwardness you walking off into the office with
In the rims with friends ends like state trials and Paypals
In nondescript homes in Arizona
In sub-divided neighborhoods, with floors made of solid wood
In roofs of clay tiles sits a couple million dollars
Said I tried but the old me blew it
Exactly how you knew I d do it
All my brothers, I would love to paint em Jewish
Reinfiltrate the movement and assassinate the music
Exaggerate the ass and face then masturbate to it
The constituency brilliant, but the candidates are stupid
I m too rude to ask for nudes
But way too ruthless not to pursue it

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean]
Maybe, maybe you ll feel me when I
(Maybe you can feel me when I)
Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)
Whatever don t kill me (if it don t kill me, don t kill me)
Gets me through the day

 

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Chorus to the horses made her body porous
Absorbing up the pork made em enormous
Fear of rape made em informant
Fully shroomed in the motel room waging the torment
Never trust a dope fiend with your hopes and dreams
Let em play in museums with the dead bodies and broken things
What happens when the sugar barons meet the coca kings
And they beam it into space
Seem to be in place at the parent teacher conference
With hallucinations screaming in her face
The cleaning lady crazy, she say she got a demon in the safe
But it s eating through the back and soon be leaving through the gates
The hollerer shouts, \"Who s bright enough to pay a toddler
To watch a ghoulish Oxycontin gobbler on Hanukkah? \"
Maybe a Phoenix-based multi-million dollar launderer
Who fucked the cartels so bad, she attends court on the monitor

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean]
Maybe, maybe you ll feel me when I
(Maybe you can feel me when I)
Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)
Whatever don t kill me (if it don t kill me, don t kill me)
Gets me through the day

 

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Bad trippin through the tenderloin
Slimmer than a slot to enter coins to let a nigga join
A figure skater like Michelle Kwan
Aluminum illuminated to a hail bomb, ice
Then hold onto it like the L. Ron device
Then pass the audition
To the poor hands sided in maelstrom s position
Street sales in comparison pale to the Scottsdale bail bonds commission
It s like trappin out the pawn shop
Gettin close to the magic like the wrappin on the wand box
Third layer from the wave
And grant absurd last prayers and first favors from the grave
To crack the pipes like icy nights and turn mayors into slaves
Politics bring fevers to punish dealers
Adjudicate the Jostens and stop the ring leaders
The Geese Howards and King Ghidorahs
Cook E in the family tree for steam fevers

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean]
Maybe, maybe you ll feel me when I
(Maybe you can feel me when I)
Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)
Whatever don t kill me (if it don t kill me, don t kill me)
Gets me through the day

 


Sun God Sam & The California Drug Deals

 

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Compose yourself, like a self-aware opera
Conjurer, in the zone like Sonic to
Produce me a sign of the end-times
In time to make profit off the T-shirts
And monetize all the research
And leave Earth feet-first
Breech, behold
Whites get whiter in the cold
And colors don t fade in the bleach, hah
Applause then fall through a man-made south
Talking to a doll at the pancake house
Then bring the lightsaber-ers
So bring the lampshades out, mood
To say something lewd on the news
And move like views on a cruise
And fuse like Q’s into U s
Ah, ooh, ah, ooh

 

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Which side are you on?
Am I getting warmer? Cause I can t hold on
Are you close to me? Sunset so long
And can you call me? Cause I lost my phone
Should I wait for you? Or should I go home?
I can’t function, these drugs are too strong
I m seeing stars now, but I m still unknown
Out here alone, sunset so long, so long

 

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Mates for life, chillin like space with ice
High as a cape
Snakes hiss, like air at the Sinclair
When you put it in they face like skin care
But they just egg em on like a hen chair
I ve done that, I ve been there
This a comeback, let me unpack
And unwrap souvenirs
Free as a speech on the untapped
Flat like time on the run
Why you bring a holster to a gun rack?
That s the alpha and omega, that’s the vodka and the vomit
Why you playin’ soccer with the Sonics?
That s a iPod to the Amish
You should get involved with the honest
Where everything’s honored like Elijah Muhammad
Mixed with the pontiff, hooked on phonics
Let s be liars, that s not chronic
Condone Islamic, and it s haunted, ay

 

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Which side are you on?
Am I getting warmer? And I can’t hold on
Are you close to me? Sunset so long
And can you call me? Cause I lost my phone
Should I wait for you? Or should I go home?
I can t function, these drugs are too strong
Stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-
Stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-
Stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-

 


(I ve always loved you)

 

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Sun god Sam and the California drug deals
Rain drop Wayne and the Bangkok love bills
Hoin , she knows that I m crooked like Owen
But still goin like a paradox, parasite, know it ain t right
Whether it s fair or not she knows that I m horny like Triceratops
Together, but separated like a pair of socks
Wow, like Pac using both hands
And his head is the O
I only follow escorts now, call it sticking to the program
Fucking all the police addicted to the pole dance
C m here like Pol Pot
You love it over here like gold watch
I would treat the box like it s UPS, I would treat the box like a sneakerhead
If you shake and throw it like a match with a cigarette
Then drop it like a match on a gas trail
Fix another round for the mob, you the bomb
Like Jihad, up and down til the guards of the back fell
Still wanna, put my meat up in your V like I m Maxwell
Stick a fork in it, dog, it s important to y all
But it s pork in it so it ain t important at all
Saw an underground lair with a torch in the hall
When unfortunate calls from the horoscope cards
And the fortunes and balls
Outfit so small, saw a portion of drawers
Carrera slide off the track and put the Porsche in the wall
Like skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt

 


[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Which side are you on?
Am I getting warmer? Cause I can t hold on
Are you close to me? Sunset so long
And can you call me? Cause I lost my phone
Should I wait for you? Or should I go home?
I can t function, these drugs are too strong
I m seeing stars now, but I m still unknown
Out here alone, sunset so long, so long

 


XO

 

[Intro: Troi Irons]
You and me, I m curious to see
Could we be everything you need?
You don t have to go, go, go
We can be alone, alone, together in this

 

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah, uh, yeah
She just walks, and talks to the noise in her heads
Safe in the middle but destroys at the edge
Burns up the nest and poisons the eggs
When the sound hits the ground, the tone seems to beg
For the dark, wanna dart but it s too hard to march
When your heart s nailed down to the \"start, on your mark \"
Then a spark but she parked, too caught up in the blitz
To risk ripping them apart
So she wanna stay, on a high tonight to survive
The eyes pry wide down the manor
Opening the face to be go washed and awash in the glow
Of the faraway souls of downtown Atlanta
My report, a million similar souls signaling
Hoping to be a synonym for now
Put in a pill again when it drowns, when the night comes round
And the sky opens up and the lights come, down

 

[Pre-Chrorus: Troi Irons]
Fluorescent, iridescent
Are you gonna take it all away?
Fluorescent, luminescent
Are you gonna take it all away?

 

[Chorus: Troi Irons]
You and me, ecstasy (X-XO)
You and me, ecstasy (XO)
Round and round, we can t slow down
Come too far, we can t stop now (X-X-XO)
You and me, ecstasy (X-XO)
You and me, ecstasy (XO)
Round and round, we can t slow down
Gone too far, we can t stop now (X-X-XO)

 

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Uhh, she just runs, and comes to the back of the beginning
Which once was the happiness of winning
The killing contrived the inner vibe, tried to fill her in size
But didn t survive the attack of other feelings
Cracking at the seals, life-hacking it, backing it
Something real as the key to the ease of the bees in the ceilings
Fauceting all the things down from the dark clouds
The valve house, canals, the foul, the undependents til it breaks
The surge, tsunamis down advantages
Knocking down establishments, washing out the catalyst of fate
Weight filling the room, moon, the moon
And the wanderlust stuck in downtown Los Angeles
(A report!) A billion similar souls signaling
Hoping to be a synonym for now
Put in a pill again when it drowns when the night comes round
And the sky opens up and the lights come, down

 


[Pre-Chorus: Troi Irons]
Fluorescent, iridescent
Are you gonna take it all away
Fluorescent, luminescent
Are you gonna take it all away

 

[Chorus: Troi Irons]
You and me, ecstasy (X-XO)
You and me, ecstasy (XO)
Round and round, we can t slow down
Gone too far, we can t stop now (X-X-XO)

 

[Bridge: Troi Irons]
They re right where I stay
Surround us
In the revend night babe
They found us
Fluorescent, iridescent
Are you gonna take it all away?
Fluorescent, luminescent
Are you gonna take it all away?

 

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Uhh, they combed Earth to seek out a soul to research
Identify the atoms united to make it work
Then wreck it, re-order, re-organize and perfect it
Then let it, forget it, then stepping into the method
Let it shed its aesthetics into ascetic
State of ethics vetted to better his new genetics
Medics, headed where warfare s kinetic
The square s self aware and dares to self edit
And pregnant, batters, data no longer matters
Platters shatters scatters the fragments all on fanatics
Damage, managed to still be able to feel
Some of the long lost magic of downtown Damascus
Infinity, similar souls signaling
Hoping to be a synonym for now
Put in a pill again when it drowns when the night comes round
And the sky opens up and the lights come, down

 


[Chorus: Troi Irons]
You and me, ecstasy (X-XO)
You and me, ecstasy (XO)
Round and round, we can t slow down
Gone too far, we can t stop now (X-X-XO)
You and me, ecstasy (X-XO)
You and me, ecstasy (XO)
Round and round, we can t slow down
Gone too far, we can t stop now (X-X-XO)

 


Don’t Mess up the Children (Interlude)

 

[Interlude: Dr. Nolan Shaw]
Adults are responsible for teaching children how to observe the ways of their ancestors. In fact, God insists that adults talk to their children when they sit at home and when they walk along the road. When they lie down, and when they get up. In other words, God is saying, \"Don t mess up the children \". African American families are being driven further and further apart from each other, to the extent their children, particularly those living in urban neighborhoods, are growing up without the benefit of having adults in whom they can confide. Consequently, African-American cultural values are at risk of being lost, like teaching children to respect their elders and saying \"thank you \" or \"no thank you \" and other forms of common courtesy. God is saying, \"Don t mess up the children \"

 


Jonylah Forever

 

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
You live, forever

 

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
How bout them bullets ain t slow you up?
You ain t really died and we watched you grow up
At 12 months you took your first steps
Awkwardly across the kitchen floor to your best
Your first breaths that we can call words
Were in your father s lap on November 23rd
And they were, \"Live for me \", and he did for you
Flipped to Neutron and stayed inside the crib for you
And this commitment from your father
Imparted a deep sense of value you forever harbor
We were all so proud as we seen you getting smarter
And the bond grow deeper between a mother and a daughter
Cause you were not a martyr
(You live)

 

[Hook 1: Apparat]
Find out, I was just a bad dream
Goodbye

 

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
At six, you started reading whole books
At seven, you knew how a brain looked
And could roughly describe, all the different regions
Could tell when we was sick and even knew the reason
The world wasn t at peace, gunfire every weekend
But you were hardly there, cause you was always leaving
Field museum, planetarium, aquarium
You saw something special in that tank you were starin in
And in those moments, as a little girl
You realized there was a bigger world
Bigger than the South Side, bigger than Chicago
You were bigger, still wanted rims on your car though
And big ass woofers in your car door
So you could wang like your daddy at the park eating sharks
Went to King where you were teased for being smart
Where you bumped into Hadiya teaching art
You live forever

 

[Hook 2: Apparat]
Find out, I was just a bad dream
Neither ever, nor never, goodbye
Neither ever, nor never, goodbye
Neither

 

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
At sixteen is when you got your scholarship
At twenty-two is when you got your doctorate
Even now it s kind of hard to believe
But your father taught you work hard, and achieve
And you complied
Accepted by every medical school you applied
But the coolest thing is when they offered you that high paying slot, you replied
\"They need me in the hood, \" and that s where you reside
Free clinic, nobody denied
And that s where you heard the shots and quickly ran outside
And saw a man and a van and a bleeding baby in his hands
Fading fast, but you knew she could survive
Did everything you could to keep this girl alive
Stabilized until the ambulance arrived
And in that moment, where you gave your help
I bet you didn t know that you saved yourself

 

[Outro: Apparat & Lupe Fiasco]
Fold down your hands, give me a sign
Hooked on your lies
You live, forever
Lay down next to me, don t listen when I scream
Bury your doubts and fall asleep
Lord have mercy

 


Kingdom

 

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco & Damian Marley]
Facts from the Raq
Yout!

 

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Damian Marley]
Port-au-Prince is a kingdom, Kingston is a kingdom
New Orleans is a kingdom, South Central is a kingdom, yah
Freedom, free men without freedom
Black life is a kingdom, why kill yourself for no reason, for?
(Facts from the ’Raq)
Why kill yourself for no reason, for?
(Yout) Chat to dem with no meaning, fa

 

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Hold the sword like a hand should
Rights of passage into manhood
Heightened malice in the land, look
Like the lights of havoc do no damn good
Half sleep from being overpreached
The other half sleep cause the Xan good
A chief would take his hand like a thief
And make him stand like a man would
In the face of an ambush
To the back of they attack
Front of they frontline, out the plane
With no parachutes in they backpacks
Choppin weed then droppin seeds
Then flowers grow where they land at
Proper deeds on top of these
To make power flow from they handclaps
Suicide, it’s a suicide
You and I, we re the new divide
Who arrived to see you survive, that means
Two would die to make you alive, it means
You should ride for the two that died, that means
You will ride with the youth inside your king
You are lying with the truth beside the things
Wise to the lies that the youth provide and bring war

 

[Pre-Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
Does a king make a kingdom, or the kingdom make a king?
Is it free when it s freedom, or being dumb mean you free?
Does a king make a kingdom, or the kingdom make a king?
Is it free when it s freedom, or being dumb mean you free?

 

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Damian Marley]
Port-au-Prince is a kingdom, Kingston is a kingdom
New Orleans is a kingdom, South Central is a kingdom, yah
Freedom, free men without freedom
Black life is a kingdom, why kill yourself for no reason, for?
(Babylon ain t no kingdom)
Why kill yourself for no reason, for?
(Babylon ain t no kingdom)
(Yout) Chat to dem with no meaning, fam

 

[Verse 2: Damian Marley]
Well if man was meant to fly, Jah woulda made us all with wings
Well he made us all with crowns, that mean seh every man a king
Your mind it is your castle, mind cyan govern how you think
The ghetto is a kingdom, care not how the gully stink
No one can change my mind, no I am thoroughly convinced
My woman is a queen that bring forth more princess and prince
And if you add up the equation, it must mean I m royal since
Everyone in my surroundings is of royal heritage
Not everyone of royal blood dress up in a mink
Whole heap of king and queen with dem roof make out of zinc
So Jah bless the baby mother washing nappy in a sink
And ah raise the generation weh ah take it to the brink

 


[Pre-Chorus: Damian Marley]
Does the king make a kingdom, or does a kingdom make a king?
This hidden empire have kings and queens that no one s noticing
Does a king make a kingdom, or does a kingdom make a king?
This hidden empire have kings and queens that no one’s noticing

 

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Damian Marley]
Port-au-Prince is a kingdom, Kingston is a kingdom
New Orleans is a kingdom, South Central is a kingdom, yah
Freedom, free men without freedom
Black life is a kingdom, why kill yourself for no reason, for?
(Babylon ain’t no kingdom)
Why kill yourself for no reason, for?
(Babylon ain t no kingdom)
(Yout) Chat to dem with no meaning, fam

 

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco & Damian Marley]
Only fools would feel proud of a dead man
My mind is an excellent weapon
I will not die for a label, let’s come to the table
And put together all our blessings
Our blessings religious, our blessings ability
Our blessings materially, identify enemy
Disconnect from the mentally
Put all of our energy into the kingdom
Back to the front on my way now
God has to show you your way round
Tired, I watch while you lay down
You go while I sleep, I put heart to the beat
Take a part of my piece and inherit the heritage
We re not American dreamin
We’re realizing a kingdom
Only fools would feel proud of a dead man
My mind is an excellent weapon
I will not die for a label, let s come to the table
And put together all our blessings
Our blessings religious, our blessings ability
Our blessings materially, identify enemy
Disconnect from the mentally
Put all of our energy into the kingdom
Back to the front on my way now
God has to show you your way round
Tired, I watch while you lay down
You go while I sleep, I put heart to the beat
Take a part of my piece and inherit the heritage
We re not American dreamin
We re realizing a kingdom

 


Baba Kwesi (Interlude)

 

[Interlude: Baba Kwesi]
Hello. My name is Baba Kwesi Ronald Harris, M.U.R.A.L. Mission Ambassador. Don t ruin us. God said, \"Be lifted, be gifted, be spirited. Be you. \" The worst form of imprisonment is the imprisonment of the mind. For those confined within their mind, knowledge of self is the key. Love will set you free and let you be you. Wise eye always open. Never blind to self. Be you

 


Imagine

 

[Intro: Crystal Torres]
Imagine, imagine

 

[Chorus: SIMON SAYZ]
If I coulda, brought it back
I wouldn t change a fucking thing
If I coulda, brought it back (yeah, yea yea yea yeah)
If I coulda, brought it back
I wouldn t change a fucking thing
If I coulda, brought it back
(I ma do the same thing, I ma do the same thing)

 

[Interlude]
Man, fuck college! We finna do this rap shit

 

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
My mind s like 5 mics, rhyme tight, fuck it
Limelight, shine bright, life short, love it
Let s fill it with experiences
Balls in my hand like the grand prize game, aiming for pocket sixes
Throw back so that, you know when I say
Back in the day, you know exactly where I go at
Expanding my vocabulary
Rapping every word off the magazine covers down at Walgreens
That s a .357 Magnum like Tackleberry
Academics took a backseat like Hightower
I flowered my power, yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

[Chorus: SIMON SAYZ]
If I coulda, brought it back
I wouldn t change a fucking thing
If I coulda, brought it back (yeah, yea yea yea yeah)
If I coulda, brought it back
I wouldn t change a fucking thing
If I coulda, brought it back
(I ma do the same thing, I ma do the same thing)

 

[Interlude]
Yo, we got a contract on the table from Atlantic Records
What do you think?

 

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Well every rose has its thorn, and if I could be reborn
I mean to be the king, even Jesus puts em on
So, Atlantic ocean motion might make you sell funny
Betcha didn t know the advance went straight to bail money
That s right, to free Chilly Chill
And to do it all again, I would sign another deal
Still kinda paranoid from when they leaked my tape
Jeopardize being friendly just to keep mine safe
When keeping it real goes right, I couldn t keep my faith
By third album I was done, you shoulda seen my face
Fuck Craig, fuck rap, fuck this, fuck that
Fuck your 360 deal, nigga, that shit s wack
I was Truth.com with no backup plan
Got blackballed, couldn t find a job, tryna backup dance
That shit was crazy, thanks to my back-up fans
I guess what lawyers can t do, (we are Anonymous) the hackers can

 


[Chorus: SIMON SAYZ & Crystal Torres]
If I coulda, brought it back
I wouldn t change a fucking thing
If I coulda, brought it back (yeah, yea yea yea yeah)
If I coulda, brought it back
I wouldn t change a fucking thing
If I coulda, brought it back
(I ma do the same thing, I ma do the same thing)

 

[Interlude]
You wouldn t change nothin ? Like nothin !?

 

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Well, that s not totally true
Young Lupe, I wish I could be totally you
But that s the way it works, came to bring the pain, that s the way it hurts
Picking in the scabs from the past just gon make it worse
Can t be 21 every time I sit and make a verse
When I did that song with NumbaNine, I was tryna break the curse
The good don t make it out of the hood unless the hood make it out you first
All you needs just to believe that you can leave
Crown B and Es made me believe that I could lead
Righteous deeds, planting seeds for good society
So you see that I can t be totally new
Cause there s a future Lupe out there that wanna be both of me too
And nobody really knows what the future holds
All the future sins for our future souls
And what I am doing now I couldn t do before
What would you do, man, if you could go?

 


[Chorus: SIMON SAYZ & Crystal Torres]
If I coulda, brought it back
I wouldn t change a fucking thing
If I coulda, brought it back (yeah, yea yea yea yeah)
If I coulda, brought it back
I wouldn t change a fucking thing
If I coulda, brought it back
(I ma do the same thing, I ma do the same thing)

 


Stack That Cheese

 

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Uhh, pen to the pad, metaphors on fleek
Took the words that I heard and I put em to the beat
Press up my tape then I put it in the street
Upload my files and tweet out my link
I ma be in ‘em comments just to see what they think
I ma shoot me a video and put it on the tube
I ma spam IG to get up my views
And DM my favorite artist, say, \"I m gonna be hu-u-uge \"
Book me a show that the blogs gonna cover
And they all gon love it
And the crowd gon turn up, is anybody out there?
Turn up the mic, we can t hear you out here

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won t you save me? I am just a baby

 

[Post-Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I gonna be slow if I pour up
But I m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain t no slow motion in here

 

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tryna get the tour bus with the studio
It ain t no buts, just bootyholes (uh)
Can t be out here looking like dookie
When you re tryna start a movement and come up on a movie role
Everything s polished
I ain t go to college, I was at the conference
Chopping with the DJs, tryna give my single on replay
And shit up on the game like colonics (colonics)
Hold the phone, take a flick with a fan for me (click)
Hit the strips with a brick of the dance money (strip)
I m tired, let s switch with the van for me
When I make it by, you ll print the advance money

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won t you save me? I am just a baby

 

[Post-Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain t no slow motion in here

 


[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Hold up, light man, turn the lights on
Came a long way from when I was holding the mic wrong
Something for the hood and a whole lot of white songs
Like I evolved to a whole nother life form
I m just tryna make it happen, don t attack that please
Can t find a job, you can rap at least
Cause that s what I did, I was at that league
Right out of high school, tryna stack that cheese
You was tryna do what? Tryna stack that cheese
You wanna flip burgers, wanna stack that cheese
Make American singles, wanna stack that cheese
Make everybody smile, tryna stack that cheese
Tryna do it for a while, tryna stack that cheese
Talking frequent flyer miles how I stack that cheese
Tryna bundle up the money, tryna stack that cheese
Aye Stack, can we stack that please?

 

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won t you save me? I am just a baby

 

[Post-Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain t no slow motion in here

 


[Outro: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won t you save me? I am just a baby

 

Said I m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain t no slow motion in here

Cripple

[Intro]
Turn the beat up some more
Ay-yeah-yeah, anchors

[Verse 1]
Uh, rectangle full of color
Complicated man sits, dedicated to the rudder
Under Apollo, over feeling under as a swallow, Wadjet wallows
Instead he looks for Yetis in tomorrow
And do-gooders become regretters for giving garble
At the art show out in Park Slope
Broken dancers rather flatten cardboards than work at Arco
Flippers who feat feets riff contortionists hips and grease slippers
Tweezers release slivers
From lines with deep splinters, paws for sweet skippers
Another key-figure s of East River s who eat liver and drink liquor
And root for Bird due to an unconscious urge to beat niggas
Who prefer sweet, steep sleep
And to pull hoes with the ease of police triggers
Sikhs at the hair show, Arabs at the airport
Caucasians in the projects, niggas anywhere though

[Refrain]
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People...

[Hook]
Beauty is the largest
Obstacle to obsess
Decorate the sergeant
Community resistance in progress

[Verse 2]
Pull out game strong like the Waco Kid
But also like a lifeguard, now that don t even make no sense
But since, if the swimmers ain t got no rings on
Don t be a fag, let me stab that Yoo-Hoo with my ding-dong
Fruits of interracials, my banana s bigger than King Kong
Both ways seem wrong like nobody in China is good at ping-pong
Seem wrong?
That s evidence they shouldn t be passing their genes on
That was racist, but I ma run with it
Like every sagging pair of pants has to have a gun in it
So I undid it, like a Singapore with gum in it
Does that mean if I let you ride it, I can put my thumbs in it?
Uhn—nasty, but let the moment pass, only wave if they ask
And catch me at the scene of the crash, karma
They hate blood like Blade
So they hate cuz like an English teacher grades

[Hook]
Beauty is the largest
Obstacle to obsess
Diaspora and sonnets
Community resistance in progress

[Refrain]
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People...

[Verse 3]
The city: population control, occupation parole
Hope the swayed persuades and this conversation cajoles
Not to be Enron
Alexander Hamilton to Cassandra s Agamemnon
The environment is more than just a panda at the wind farm
Looks cool but it s bull as cool fusers
And the abusers fuel the dull losers
To make fools of the schools and pool Bueller s
The crusade to legislate oxygen
And put it in a box just like Desiree Washington
Fortune cookie, First Panda accelerated profit
And hope Santa fill my socks with highly-decorated moccasins
My, how the roles have reversed
So now we gotta eat em for dessert
Bop the kids just to free em from the curse
Dress up the thots in lingerie and feed em to Levert (uh-huh)

[Hook]
Beauty is the largest
Organize the objects
Diaspora and sonnets
Community resistance in progress

[Outro]
Diaspora and sonnets
Community resistance in progress
Woah—the people lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)
People lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)
People lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)
Community resistance in progress
Pe-pe-people lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)

[Elena Pinderhughes Flute Solo]


King Nas

[Intro]
Ghetto, uh, uh
Ghetto, ghetto (yeah)
Ghetto (uh) ghetto

[Verse 1]
Ghetto mythologies colonize my mind constantly
To shine sonically in the Chi, Divine Comedy
I vibe consciously to override suicide inside
Honestly cause they don t wanna honor me and honesty
Black king poetic with Nat King s aesthetic
Half-dream, half-machine where the black queens get naked
For a dollar from a scholar like me
Not at all bothered with what a sodomite see, flippant
A thousand grams get dissolved in the kitchen
Heart wrenchin , part played, took away from my ascension
Crooked ways brought from car lookaways from tooken Js
But it s too late for your prevention cause I m playin my position

[Chorus]
I m the man now
I m the man, now
I m the man, now
If you the man, let me see your fuckin hands now
Not the man then keep your motherfuckin hands down
Man now
I m the man, now

[Verse 2]
Uh, killer friends, dope dealers concealing sins
Sin and swim in my trunk like jumps in deeper ends
We the gems, your daughter, we ll teach her hymns
From the annals of crime channels that dismantle her wants for weaker men
Send em back, a livin , I m feelin trapped
We know religion but brimmin with brilliant facts
So we map cast distorted role of a lady
With no control, let her go whole on a baby
I wanna see it all, never half asleep some niggas can t see the walls
Cause of the masterpiece my data breach like hacker leaks
Delete the McAfees and slam the backdoors in back of me
Social engineer, peers stare at it, give a chat to me happily
Actually activated off accolades of my apogee
And act yakkity then deeply speak it back to me
Then move it further, we can have a junta or a jerga
I smurf it and spoof the server, reboot and produce a cursor

[Chorus]
I m a man now
I m the man, now
I m the man, now
If you the man, let me see your fuckin hands now
Not the man then keep your motherfuckin hands down
Man now (ghetto, ghetto)
I m the man, now


[Verse 3]
Deny the service and a little blue from the boycott
Advertise rum, space available on my toy box
But no sleepin on me, dig deeper than reachin shorties
Scheme for giant green, getting CREAM sweeter than bein corny
Know the difference between bein in love and bein horny
Bein hated, bein human, bein a teen but bein forty
They like to get em young like I m Brigham s son
Be more man and my attitude no lad, I d rather have a youth
Flag the OGs pullin Benzos out
They make em put they pussies out like Fred Flintstone s house
Heart blacker than the back of Fred Flintstone mouth
Or maybe more like Baba Kwesi, take the TEMBO route
To be

[Chorus]
A man now
I m the man, now
I m the man, now
If you the man, let me see your fuckin hands now
Not the man then keep your motherfuckin hands down
Man now (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
I m the man, now

[Outro]
From the ghetto, ohh
Qul a uudhi bi rabbin naas
Malikin naas, Ilaahin naas
Min sharril wawaasil khannas
Alladhee yuwaswisu fee suduurin naas
Minal Jinnati wa naas
Ghetto
From the ghetto
Ghetto (ghetto, ghetto)
From the ghetto
Ghetto (ghetto, ghetto)
Not goin down to the ghetto, the ghetto
When we gon bring back God to the ghetto?
You re the man, now, yeah, yeah
You re the man, now
You are, the man now
You the man
You re the man, now (now, now)
Huh, whatcha lookin at?
Huh, whatchu lookin at?
Huh, whatchu lookin at?


Quotations from Chairman Fred

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Uhh, I exist, spoken in a confident voice
Can world shift and continent hoist
Look under for the plunder
A rich man s song that gets sung for a sum out the lungs of a stunner
But life turns to a station and a hustler to a hummer
Went from speaking and now not even sinking
The game is karaoke ’til it tries to punish poke me
Kinda throw me words slowly, fade degrading in the foley
Waving metal sheets make thunder
Fooling I was younger; fool me when I m older
Fool me now, screw me down to the sofa, taking Soma
Drinking soda, eating vulture, tweeting vulgar
Playing Madden getting fat and getting cultured with the quotes
In the hopes people will get the jokes
If it rains you will get the float
But only if they re still building boats

[Interlude: Dr. Eric Thomas]
But your values system says you believe in sleep
More than you believe in grinding
Your values system says you are a consumer and not a producer
That you’re spending more money than you re making
Why? Because you re a consumer, you re reading all the books
And you re saying everything the books are saying
But those books are not in alignment with your values!
And you re gonna go to the next level
Your values are gonna have to change

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Uhh, Drunken Fist versus Praying Mantis
Was it God s plan or man mismanaged to turn New Orleans to Atlantis?
They lie in the streets to lambast
The black land swam at like a HE MAN in a bathtub
Fire! Cup up the bad blood
Hope hand tugs come right after the lackluster backrubs
Or half structured or tech hubs or wack love
That s stacked as if chance in community chest
God said, \"Don’t you ruin me yet
Until I give them everything and there’s just two of these left \"
Black bumper slow fades into a vista
Rapid cuts a stock footage which freezes on a listener
Give me love, lovers
I read it like blood color on the head of a flooded structure
Can t keep the duck rubber under, fundamentally it’s buoyant
It rises like court rooms to swoon for your enjoyment

[Chorus: Nikki Jean]
Every single word you said
Will you say it to me?
Well it stays with me
I heard every single word you said
Will you say it to me?
Well it stays with me, hoohh

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Trap music meets trapezoids, fake his own death
They roll rocks like asteroids to the crest
Think outside the box, I wrap a toy in a cheque
Then watch a sissy fuss with a boy in a dress
Mad at the world, in a voice of a man
With a bag of a girl, she just avoids the success
It s what he said, or what she said
Double entendre no matter how you play it
Then he takes the sex tape and destroys the cassette
And puts the ribbon in the sky like the limited of eye
Then prepares to utter, what s been a symbol in its side
Against the ticker tape scene in a Silver Lake dream
Sorta orders the lungs to unmilitate screams
Shouts to a forged son with imitate beams
In a blue sky filled with pornographic strings
Getting caught up in the trees, I still believe in Jesus!

[Interlude]
Our purpose is to ensure
That literature and art sit well
Into the whole revolutionary machine
As a component part
That they operate as powerful weapons
For uniting and educating the people
And for attacking and destroying the enemy
And that they help the people fight the enemy
With one heart and one mind

[Chorus: Nikki Jean]
Every single word you said
Will you say it to me?
Well it stays with me
I heard every single word you said
Will you say it to me?
Well it stays with me

[Outro: Bishop Edgar Jackson]
There was a man who wrote many things
But Carlyle said, um, that we could not be ruined
Because no lie could live forever
William Cullen Bryan said, \"Truth crushed to earth, would rise again \"
And James Russell Lowell, made it more plain
That we would not be ruined or destroyed
Because he said that, \"Truth, forever on the scaffold, lies forever on the throne
But that scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim unknown
Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch, above his own \"
These powerful scriptures were also used by the man
In whom we celebrate his birthday today, Dr. Martin Luther King
And Dr. King told us to practice non-violence and the power of love
Non-violence and the power of love has brought us thus far
The agape love that we have for ourselves
That we have for our people is the reason why our people
In this particular diaspora called, North America
Have not been totally ruined
We have not been totally destroyed, we have not been exterminated
So therefore, uh, my dear brother, um, Wasalu
We call you, we thank you for what you ve asked me to do
And we shall continue to study to show ourselves approved under God
Workman that needn’t not be ashamed
Rightly this dividing the word of truth
And so at this time, in this city
Where young men s lives are not worth much
In this city where our people have been discriminated against
And kept from the resources which we
Rightly deserve as a majority of people in the city
We are dependent upon the most high creator of the ends of the world
That I call Elohim Jehova
And we are dependent upon him to keep us from falling
To keep us from being ruined, to keep us from being exterminated
And we thank the Almighty
For the privilege of being here with my niece
Is to impart these words
And I hope it would be of assistance in this project
God bless you and thank you


Happy Timbuck2 Day

[Intro: Timbuck2]
Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood, California
Palm trees, Hollywood lights, enjoy the show
Before we take it down
I need everybody in the building tonight right now
From front to back, left to right, to put both hands in the sky
Right now before we get to the next song
We got any hip-hop fans out there?
Where y all at? Make some noise
Y’all ready for Lupe Fiasco?
Let me hear you make some fuckin noise

[Refrain]
Say insane, insane in the brain
In the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that s why I came
In the game to do my thang, so whatchu think?
Write my story on the wall, on the wall
On the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooohh
Not too gangster to be dancin’ in the video
Say insane, insane in the brain
In the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that s why I came
In the game to do my thang, so whatchu think?

[Verse 1]
See when loves comes from the center, I m Mutombo to my members
I heard you heard that I was fly so I m Dumbo to my listeners
Gimmie them inches I make miles out them bitches, brew
Listen, you couldn t do a mountain trial while on my intertubes
Tour de Force, tied so I am not the daddy
Had to move the club all by myself cause I ain t had no caddy
Gladly, didn t always have that cake but I always had a patty
Or at least a home girl like Aesha from Cincinnati
Word to Ken and Kathy, who says that we can’t be happy?
Sadly that it ain’t no joke on that block, like Laffy Taffy
Tried to trap me, dug out like a nappy snappy, even Lassie
Attacked me, tag me for grapplin so I can get back to wrasslin’
For the love because the foundation is my heart, that s my start
Play my part, make communications with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got that chico from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos

[Chorus]
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (why?) Cause they ain t kickin it right


[Verse 2]
Yeah, uhh
Doin’ them capers for the paper like I m Superman
Past, wanna put it all behind me like a movin van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, Hula dance
Not like Yokozuna in booty pants, on Hoover, I do the Dam
Or at least I m tryin , in the hopes that I see some diamonds
On a boat and a piece of mind and on a coast with a decent climate
Where dopes wanna seek refinement
And the pros wanna keep it client
And the cults wanna see my rhymin
For the dose of the secret science (yeah)
Wade through the maze on the way
To the stage at the pace of \"Amazing Grace\" (okay)
And a raisin raised in the rays of the Sun
Wouldn t fade in the shade of the day (okay)
Will you lay in a cage with a snake
Gettin flailed on the back and it nailed to the palm?
Not the nails from salons but the nails that attack
And a rusty razor blade to the face
To clear your sins? Nah
They don t want that fate, no
They won t take that place, yeah
Gotta get mine from the love from below and above in the mud
And the mind of a kind that recline, and relaxed
But design all the time like floods
If you see me from the high road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro


[Chorus]
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (why?) Cause they ain t kickin it right

[Refrain]
Say insane, insane in the brain
In the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that s why I came
In the game to do my thang, so whatchu think?
Write my story on the wall, on the wall
On the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooohh
Not too gangster to be dancin in the video

[Verse 3]
Yeah, uh, uh
Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got that Lupe
And I m smooth as Michael Bublé eatin creme brulee and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down just like Jubei
My whole timeline got that sousei
Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my duvet
That s ying-yang, that s Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
That s the best of both worlds like God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now this might drive you insane
Keep blacks all around that waste, but don t wanna make us senseis
That s senseless, send slaves, man s like, \"I don t wanna work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves\", okay
Colder than a goalay, golder than my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her lobe just like Evander Holay
That s cleaner than a solar panel, power panoramic camera
Tanner family photo album, used to smuggle cocaine
Now they don t want that beef, let that child talk like a king
Let that cow walk in the street, extra mild sauce on my wings

[Chorus]
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic (why?) Cause they ain t kickin it right

[Refrain]
Say insane, insane in the brain
In the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that s why I came
In the game to do my thang, so whatchu think?
Write my story on the wall, on the wall
On the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooohh
Not too gangster to be dancin in the video

[Outro: Timbuck2 & Lupe Fiasco]
We got any hip-hop fans out there?
Where y all at? Make some noise
Got a day in the city, ooohh
Not too gangster to be dancin in the video
Timbuck2, basically just a kid from Chicago that loves DJ ing


Mural Jr.

[Verse]
Holy assumption of man into the heaven s sphere
Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
Evangelists re-imagine every 11 years
Pause for applause, evolves to what was never here
Born to death, born to die
Form the flesh, form the eyes
A veritable storm of winged forms swarms the skies
Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh
Before I was standing, I was landing
Two one-hand, one-man bands jamming in tandem
He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps man s laps in a hand lathered in absinthe
Got a talent trafficking ramblings
And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the back of the wagon, out the back of the madam
Out the back of the Magnum, then out the trap of enchantment
Bellerophon with a megaphone, Mega Man
Desert zone, run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot
In a place where it s so simple but not
Closed temples and old little forgots
And rode whole chisels, cripples who won t miss a salat
The old hoes that they won t give you a shot
But you can get the whole pistol, it s gon hit you a lot
These are real words from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an average climb
Who don t deserve the whole truth and only half your time
Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a line
In the future life, I don t even have to rhyme
We ll get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs
Just yields and rail roads
In lush fields with bell tolls
Couple huddles of the unskilled but well told
It s unreal how off one deal to sell souls
And he got em by the dozen
Medulla oblongata is what got them by the oven
Like how the moonshine is what got him by the cousin
He got her by the bottom and he bout to stick his tongue in
Such an unsettling scene
An obscene setting for the unwedding of rings
The sharpest dresser at the unheading of queens
The architecture is something you ve never seen
Dream clean, that s three words at the same time
And killed three birds with the same--
And won each and every hand with the same bluff and
Answers each and every man with the same question
What is it? But you still wanna know but I already done did it
I ball heavy, the physics
It s all, but it s already specific
If we doing what s already done, that means it s already terrific
That s rather meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that
As an extra exhibit to what s already within it
The galleries lack the wall space
So I made a gallery of galleries, made of all space
If it was more small, it would be Moore s Law
From the land of the po where we war, saw
From the hand of a pro to a whore jaw
Make her stand at the store til the snow thaw
Went from paper boy to editor
From throwing Ars Poetica with the arms of Federer
On the porches and steps to the farm houses of settlers
One of several sects who can come and charm the predators
We who measure the measuring tools of measurers
We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of pleasurers
We who lecture at treasured schools of lecturers
We who question the treasured rules of leveragers
Born to death, born to die
Mourn correct: immortalize
In a war, where your performance score is your salary
It s like fantasies combating your mortality
I m just trying to restore sanity
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your Vanity
To instill what kills krill destroys manatee
So heels spill but still seal deals that build factories
What looks Roman senator inner reveals Maccabees
Never just trust off guts, but what s actually
Unless it s Kuato s
Now, we back to pillars of salt, I recall back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe attack of killer tomatoes
A seasoned shoulder s carrying plenty Pentium payloads
Now, that s another strata but I was making sense
Then cop out, took the highway and I was making chips
A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks
Can fight like Tekken 5, even taking 6
This rehabilitation, I be taking trips
\"Don t Ruin Us\" God said, I won t make a dent
Hardly, but I m still Harvey, I hope this making sense
Devil tooting his own horn, don t come and take a sniff
In the streets you gotta fight, you get punished for taking whiffs
To make that change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey Drive and a stomach for taking whips
I m just trying to redeem
With these hands full of bars, don t beat me for coming clean
To unify the hooks, if you know it, then come and sing
Don t bust in while I m asleep, nightmares who come in dreams
Samurais rarely die from another sword
This is 1985 meets the hover board
That was Bobby Johnson potato, just to underscore
Think deep, but don t let it fry your motherboards
Diptych, so now them paintings plural, but this is Jr s Mural

В случай на тайфун
Всички на палубата, опънете платната и завържете здраво въжетата
На хоризонта яростното залязващо слънце и облаците с остри ръбове
Обявяват пристигането на тайфуна
Преди той да опустоши кораба и да замете зад борда
Мъртвите и умиращите – веригите им стават излишни
Надежда, надежда, измамна надежда
Къде е твоето място сега?

Дрога
Добро утро, мои хора!
Аз съм Летисия, изпращам ви поздрави, където и да се намирате
В Тексас, Мексико, Лос Анджелис, Колумбия, Централна и Южна Америка, Маями, Барселона и обратно в Чикаго
Изпращам ви целувки
Поздрави! И нека този ден ви донесе любов, пари, просперитет
О, не търсете нищо повече! Каква изненада! Нашият приятел Лупе Фиаско ми остави няколко песни, които да пусна
Готови ли са? Давайте! Ето, започваме!
Наркотици! (Иха!)

Бог е моят наркотик, аз съм пристрастен
Хубаво момиче, ще се срещнем в Коста Рика
Или може би Колумбия, ще пеем за политика
Реге атмосфера, това привлича жените
Мир, мир, мир, мир без оръжия
Само рози, по-добре е от кока
Кока, успокой се
Госпожице, ела с мен в Баранкила

Целувки, целувки, целувки, целувки, целувки
Как изглеждам? Наистина добре!
Добре, добре
Добре, добре
Целувки, целувки, целувки, целувки, целувки

Бог е моят наркотик, аз съм пристрастен
Хубаво момиче, ще се срещнем в Коста Рика
Или може би Колумбия, ще пеем за политика
Реге атмосфера, това привлича жените
Мир!

Кораб с роби
(Инструментал)

Там долу
Рибите са ми приятели, китовете са ми другари
Октоподите са мои хора, всички скариди ме знаят
Акулите са ми приятели, делфините са с нас
Раците са мои другари, морските кончета ни дърпат назад
Медузите просто се търкалят насам-натам
Омарите са готини, те не са храна
Те са част от бандата
И това означава, че са заедно с нас

Подводен живот, последствие от пътуването с кораба
Остани там с мен, ние сме като атланти
Ще си построим нова планета
И когато видим кораб, подивяваме
Далеч от дома, ние се изгубихме в океана
Не можах да оцелея, но някак ще се справя
Нанасяме удари като титани
Дори не трябва да казвам нищо, вълната е автоматична
Тук, на морското дъно
Наистина влязохме в дълбокото
Чувствам се прекрасно, сякаш съм от злато
Не търпя глупостите на никого
Просто се нося по течението
Ние сме там долу, в океана

Хайде, извикайте веднъж за приятелите ми на дъното
Казах някои лъжи, но сега ще съм искрен, заради дъното
Някои от вас нямат място на дъното
В девети квартал на Ню Орлиънс
Катрина го свали на дъното
Пайн Ридж се усеща като дъното
Ивицата Газа, скъпа, трудно е на дъното
Затова трябва да уважавате дъното
Някои искат да говорят само за върха
Но аз искам да говоря за дъното
Знам, че всичко идва в повече
Но искам те да знаят, че съм с тях

Хайле Селасие
(Хайле Селасие е последният император на Етиопия. Управлява от 1930 до 1974 г.)

Хайле Селасие, високо като орел, аз процъфтявам
Посейдоне, твоят тризъбец не може да ме спре да се гмурна
Аз търся своето, търся своето, докато плувам
Нова черупка за моя дух, татуировки по цялото ми тяло

„През цялата история бездействието на онези, които биха могли да действат; безразличието на онези, които би трябвало да знаят по-добре; тишината на гласа на справедливостта, когато той е имал най-голямо значение; са давали възможност на злото да възтържествува.“Селасие

От ограничен човек се трансфигурирам
Бойни танци на партито за добре дошъл
Модерният човек отива на сватбата си с лимузина
Гълъби, дъжд от ориз
Чичо Бен полудява на нощния влак
(бел.прев.: „Чичо Бен“ е популярна марка ориз. На опаковката е изобразен чернокож мъж, тъй като „чичо“ е било популярно обръщение към по-възрастни черни роби. Под „нощния влак“ се има предвид подземните железници, чрез които Хариет Тъбман е освобождавала роби)
А онази буря ни заведе
Обратно към ергенското парти, освободи ни
Надявам се, че тази песен ще те върне обратно към времето, когато се роди
А това е много отдавна
По-сладко от всяко парти
Бутам тези хора от покривите, или
Ги освобождавам от веригите, или
Ги държа в кокошарника, или
Ги оставям на бесилката, свободни!

„Докато философията, която държи една раса по-висша и друга по-нисша, не бъде окончателно и трайно дискредитирана и изоставена: Това, докато вече няма граждани от първа класа и втора класа на никоя нация; Това, докато цветът на кожата на човек няма по-голямо значение от цвета на очите му; Докато основните права на човека не са еднакво гарантирани за всички без оглед на раса; До този ден мечтата за траен мир и световно гражданство и върховенството на международния морал ще остане само мимолетна илюзия, която трябва да бъде преследвана, но никога не е постигната. "

До границата, до лимита в метадоновата клиника
Нося товара си като бременна жена
Ако утроя състоянието си, ще осакатя ли майка си?
Ако опростя желанията си, ще постигна ли спокойствие?
Ще ме заболи ли, ако ти дам ръката си?
За да ми гледаш, а не да забиваш пирон
Как ще видиш света, ако си кит в делфинариум?
Това пътека ли е, или е гора?
Или е гора с пътека в нея?
Това е платно
През което влиза вода, защото е пробито
От лодката ми не остана нищо, освен дупки
Но аз все пак изпълвам света и се издигам като Хайле

Пуснахме пожарния кран, водата е на страната на поробените
Плувам по улиците, заспах на бедрата на майка си
И блокирам шума, който унищожава малките момчета
Дълбоко в морето на моите сънища
Аз спя в краката на моята кралица
Соколе, аз ще напиша песен по ударите на твоите крила
Песен за етиопския крал Хайле


Алан Завинаги
(Алан Курди е тригодишно сирийско дете, което се удави в Егейско море при опит за нелегално прекосяване на границата. Снимката на трупа му на брега се превърна в емблема на бежанската криза, породена от войната в Сирия. В песента се разглежда една алтернативна реалност, в която Алан оцелява.)

Нека се похваля, чакайте да махна пясъка от себе си
Просто си задържах дъха
Сини шорти, червена тениска, така съм облечен
Изглеждам страхотно и се чувствам
Благословен
Как се казваш? Алан.
Звучи като Айлан, обичам да се усмихвам
Имам талант, мога да се премятам
Да задържам баланс, да танцувам
Всъщност, може ли един танц?
Чухте момчето, изгасете лампите
И луната се превръща в диско топка
Раят да дойде и да си вземе дъщерята
Която танцува по водата
Долу, в моята подводница
Аз имам две места
Вдигам перископа, за да гледам птиците
И имам свой собствен ресторант
Където удоволствието е гарантирано
И май съм доста чаровен
Имам си и свой самолет, искаш ли да летиш с мен?
И най-хубавото от всичко
Мама казва, че съм много сладък
Джонайла казва „Това е супер, ами училището?
Пък и ти си мюсюлманин, не говори, докато не се оженим“

Вълните могат да са твоя завивка, а брегът – твоя възглавница
Сърцето ми – твой дом, очите ми – прозорци
Ще те науча да плуваш и после ще играем видеоигри
Ще бием всичките ти приятели, ще танцуваме
Давай, Алан, давай, Алан

Сега влизам в канадския олимпийски отбор по плуване
И всички тези златни медали блестят
И Алан направи толкова много, счупи толкова много рекорди
Затова прякорът му е „спасителят“, о, господи, колко е готин
Дори Майкъл Фелпс не може да повярва, а му е треньор
Той може да е следващият Стив Зису или Жак Кусто
И когато видя онова малко момченце да пада от лодката
Скочи във водата и го доведе до брега
Това не е ли невероятно, тълпата полудява
Момченцето е уплашено
Затова Алан го избърсва с кърпа
И му дава сладолед
Е, не е ли по-добре така?
Баща му притичва на брега, вижда как синът му просто си играе
Прегръща Алан, а той казва „той е много смело момченце“
И помахва на детето
Алан се обажда на Джонайла и казва
„Познай какво направих днес
Спасих едно момче, и дори го научих да плува, за да може следващия път да се спаси сам“
Трябва да си горд, че помогна
Това може да те доведе до рая, може да подобри здравето ти
Може да ти донесе благословия, може да ти донесе пари
А дори не знаеш
Че спаси самия себе си

Пълен хаос
Хаосът е на дневен ред
Внимавай какво казваш и какво говорят
Когато се кланяш, увери се, че думите ти са верни
Увери е, че Бог е с теб
Увери се, че Бог е в нещата, които казваш и правиш

XO
(Бел. Прев. „Екс О“ е абревиатура за „прегръдки и целувки“, а „екс“ е жаргонен израз за наркотика екстази. В песента се говори за връзката на една наркозависима дрогата, която е толкова силна и всепоглъщаща, че е почти физическа и сексуална, като любов към човек.)

Аз и ти, любопитен съм да видя
Дали можем да сме всичко, от което имаш нужда?
Не е нужно да си отиваш
Можем да бъдем сами заедно

Тя просто си върви и разговаря с гласовете в главата си
В безопасност по средата, но се унищожава на ръба
Изгаря гнездото и отравя яйцата
Когато удари дъното, сякаш се моли
За мрака, иска да избяга, но е твърде трудно дори да ходиш
Когато сърцето ти е заковано за стартовата линия
Имаше искра, но тя забуксува, твърде оплетена във вихъра на този живот
Че да се откъсне
Затова ще остане, надрусана, за да оцелее
Очите се отварят широко
А лицето й е огряно от блясъка
На милионите далечни души на Атланта
Има милиони като нея
Вземи хапче, когато започнеш да се давиш, когато дойде нощта
И небето се отваря, от него се спускат светлини


Флуоресцентно, блестящо
Ще ми отнемеш ли всичко това?
Флуоресцентно, блестящо
Ще ми отнемеш ли всичко това?

Аз и ти, екстази, прегръдки и целувки
Аз и ти, екстази, екс о
Отново и отново, не можем да забавим
Стигнахме твърде далеч, не можем да спрем

Тя просто бяга и се връща в началото
Което някога беше радостта от победата
Но убийството изкриви вибрациите й, опита се да я изпълни
Но не издържа на атаката на другите чувства
И се пукна по шевовете
От нея потече всичко, което вали от тъмните облаци
Канали, мръсотия, цунами, което събаря всичко по пътя си
Срутва сгради и отмива съдбата

Те са тук, с мен
Заобикалят ни
В нощта
Откриха ни
Флуоресцентни, блестящи
Ще ми отнемеш ли всичко това?

Те претърсиха земята за душа, която да изследват
Да идентифицират атомите, които я карат да работи
И после да я унищожат, пренастроят и усъвършенстват
И да я пуснат на свобода, за да забрави
Да изостави естетиката си и да се превърне в аскет
Вето на етиката, за да се подобри генетиката
Медици, отиващи там, където войната е кинетична
Но обектът е осъзнат и се осмелява да се саморедактира
И бременна, тя се бори, данните вече нямат значение
Повредена, но все още може да почувства магията
На Дамаск
Във вечността, безброй подобни души дават сигнал
Вземи хапче, когато започнеш да се давиш, когато дойде нощта
И небето се отваря, от него се спускат светлини

Не съсипвайте децата
Възрастните са отговорни за това да научат децата си как да съблюдават традициите на предците си. Господ повелява възрастните да говорят на децата си, когато си стоят вкъщи и когато вървят по пътя, когато лягат и когато стават. С други думи, Господ казва „Не съсипвайте децата.“. Афроамериканските семейства биват все по-отделени един от друг, до такава степен, че децата им, особено тези в по-бедните райони, израстват без подкрепата на възрастен, на когото да могат да споделят и от когото да потърсят помощ. Последствие от това е загубата на нашите ценности, като това децата да уважават по-възрастните, да казват „благодаря“ и „не, благодаря“ и други форми на учтивост. Господ повелява „не съсипвайте децата“.

Джонайла завинаги
Песента се развива в същата алтернативна реалност като „Алан завинаги“. В нея, освен Алан Курди, се променя и тежката участ на шестмесечната Джонайла Уаткинс, която бива застреляна и убита в Чикаго през 2013 г. Смята се, че цел на престрелката е бил баща й, който е участвал в организирана престъпна група.

Ами ако онези куршуми не те бяха уцелили?
Ти не загина, гледахме те как порастваш
На 12 месеца ти направи първите си стъпки
Плахо, по пода на кухнята, към по-доброто
Първите ти думи
Бяха в скута на баща ти на 23 ноември
И те бяха „Живей за мен“ и той го стори
Отказа се от бандата и си остана у дома заради теб
И тази отговорност, която той прояви
Ти вдъхна ценности, които ще тачиш завинаги
Ние бяхме толкова горди, гледайки колко си умна
А връзката между майка и дъщеря става все по-дълбока

Защото ти не ставаш мъченица
Ти оцеляваш

И всичко това е било един лош сън

На шест започна да четеш цели книги
На седем знаеше как изглежда мозъкът
И можеше да опишеш различните му части
Знаеше кога сме болни и дори защо
Светът не беше спокоен, имаше стрелба всеки уикенд
Но ти не беше там, защото все беше някъде
Музей, планетариум, аквариум
И намираше по нещо специално навсякъде
И в тези моменти, още като малко дете
Ти осъзна, че светът е по-голям
От гетото, от Чикаго
Че ти си по-голяма от това
Но все пак искаше кола с готини джанти и силни колони
Като на баща ти

Отиде в Кинг Колидж, където ти се подиграваха колко си умна
Където се срещна с Хадия, която преподаваше рисуване
*бел.прев. Хадия Пендълтън е петнайсетгодишно момиче, което става жертва на престрелка една седмица след като пее на церемонията по встъпването в длъжност на президент Барак Обама.
Живееш вечно

На шестнайсет получаваш стипендия
На двайсет и две – докторска степен
Дори сега е трудно да повярваш
Но баща ти те научи да се трудиш, за да достигаш мечтите си
И ти го направи
Приеха те във всеки медицински университет, където кандидатства
Но най-готино беше, когато ти предложиха място с висока заплата
И ти отказа
„В гетото имат нужда от мен“ отговори им ти
И живееш там
Имаш безплатна клиника, където не отказват помощ на никого
И там ти чу изстрелите и бързо изтича отвън
Видя мъж с кървящо бебе в ръцете си
Което си отиваше, но ти знаеше, че може да оцелее
И направи всичко по силите си
Стабилизира я, докато дойде линейката
И в този момент, когато даде своята помощ
Ти не знаеше, че спасяваш самата себе си

Свий ръцете си, дай ми знак
Пристрастен съм към лъжите ти
Ти живееш, завинаги
Легни до мен, не слушай, когато крещя
Зарови съмненията си и спи
Господи помилуй

Трупай пари
Химикалка на листа, страшни метафори
Взех думите и ги подредих в ритъма
Записах касетка и я продавах на улицата
Качих си файловете и пуснах линк в туитър
Чета коментарите, за да знам какво мислят
Ще си заснема видео и ще го кача в Ютюб
Ще спамя в инстаграм, за да имам повече гледания
И ще пиша на любимия си изпълнител, за да му кажа, че и аз ще съм велик
Дайте ми концерт, който всички блогове да отразят
И всички ще се влюбят
Публиката ще избухне, има ли някой
Усилете звука, не чуваме

Хип-хоп, няма ли да ме спасиш? Спаси всички свои деца
Хип-хоп, няма ли да ме спасиш? Аз съм просто едно дете

Казах, че ще стана рапър, когато порасна
Но няма да полудея, когато се прочуя
Но когато се появя, другите ще полудеят
Няма да слушам злите езици
Казах, че ще стана рапър, когато порасна
Ще бъда бавен, ако си налея
Но ще бъда беден, ако се забавя
Затова трябва да продължа, няма време за губене

Искам автобус и студио
Не може да изглеждам като загубеняк
Ако искам да започна движение и да получа филмова роля
Всичко е изпипано
Не съм учил в колеж, бях на конференцията
Говорих си с диджеите, за ми пускат песните
Дръж телефона, направи ми снимка с фен
После ще отидем в стриптийз клуба с една тлъста пачка пари
Когато се прочуя, ти ще печаташ пари

Почакай малко , включи лампите
Много се промених, откакто държах микрофона грешно
Нещо за гетото и много бели песни
Сякаш еволюирах към съвсем друга форма на живот
Просто се опитвам да успея, не ме нападай
Не можеш да си намериш работа, поне можеш да рапираш
Това направих аз, и аз бях на същото място
Току-що завършил гимназия, опитвам се да трупам пачки
Ти какво се опитваш да направиш? Да трупаш пачки
Или искаш да правиш бургери в Макдоналдс?
Искаш да караш хората да се усмихват
Аз се трудя от много време
И пътувам много, затова трупам пачки
Чакай, може ли да повторим това?

Сакат
Бел.прев. През цялата песен Лупе Фиаско прави препратки към цветовете, с които бандите в САЩ се отличават. Двете най-известни са Блъдс (кървавите) и Крипс (сакатите), чиито цветове са респективно червено и синьо. Двете групировки са заклети врагове и често влизат във войни. Понякога обаче се обединяват срещу общия им враг – расизма и полицейския безпредел.

Правоъгълник, пълен с цветове
Един сложен човек седи, отдаден на кормилото
Под Аполо, той се чувства като лястовица
И търси Йети в утрешния ден
А хората, които правят добри дела, съжаляват
Че ходят на изложби в богатия си квартал
Счупени танцьори предпочитат да танцуват върху картони на улицата
Отколкото да бачкат в бензиностанция
От места с дълбоки граници и сладки кученца навсякъде
Идват ключови фигури от Ийст Ривър, които ядат гъши дроб и пият ликьор
И подкрепят Лари Бърд заради някаква нужда да победят черните
Които предпочитат сладкия, дълбок сън
И да си хващат момичета с лекотата, с която полицай натиска спусъка
Нямаме място тук
Като сикх на фризьорско изложение, арабин на летището
Бял в гетото
И негър – навсякъде

Хората радостно възкликват
Хората радостно възкликват

Красотата е най-голямото
Предизвикателство,по което да се обсебиш
Сержантът се кичи с медали
А общността се съпротивлява

Вадя пистолета като Уако Кид
Но и като спасител, това няма смисъл
Ако плувците нямат гумен пояс
Дай ми да сложа своя динг-донг в твоето ю-ху
ПлодОВЕ на междурасов брак, моят банан е по-голям от Кинг Конг
Но всичко изглежда грешно, както никой китаец да не е добър на пинг понг
Не е ли така
Онези не трябва да си предават гените нататък
Това е расистко, но ще продължа
Също като мисълта, че всеки смъкнат панталон крие пистолет
Затова го премахнах, както Сингапур забрани дъвката
Те мразят Кръвта като Блейд
И „братчедите“ както учител по английски
(бел.прев. членовете на Крипс се наричат „cuz” или „братчед“, тъй като се смятат за семейство)

Градът – контрол на популацията, пуснат на пробация

Надяват се, че подкупеният ще убеди другите и разговорът се завърта
Нека не бъда Енрон
Александър Хамилтън, или Агамемнон
Природата е повече от една емблема на панда
Която изглежда яко, но е само празнословие
За да заблуди обществото
А насилниците дават ресурси на загубеняците
Кръстоносен поход да узаконим кислорода
И да го сложим в кутия
Но ролите се размениха
Нека ги изядем за десерт

 

Фреска
Възвишението на човека към рая
Много имения за героите в седемте пръстена
Евангелистите го променят на всеки 11 години
Пауза за аплодисменти, еволюира в нещо, което никога не го е имало
Родени, за да умрем
От плътта се раждат очите
Буря от крилати създания изпълва небосвода
Правилата на брака не се спазват, но порното оцелява
В дома на порицанието, имат топли провизии
Не мога да ползвам зъби, рога и бедра
Преди да се изправя, аз се приземявах
Две едноръки групи от един човек свирят едновременно
Имам талант да продавам брътвежите си
И да раздавам невероятни ръчно рисувани карти на лабиринта
От своя фургон
Аз съм зад мадамата, зад Магнума
И после излизам извън капана на омаята
Белерофон с мегафон
В пустинята бягам маратони с пуловер
Толкова просто, но толкова горещо
В място, което е толкова просто, но не е
Затворени храмове и отдавна забравени неща
Това са истински думи от един див ум
Един обикновен мъж на обикновен поход
Който не заслужава цялата истина и само половината ви време
Мога да побера живота на цяло студио в половин ред
В бъдещето дори няма да има нужда да римувам
Ще получим цял Армагедон само с половината знаци

 


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