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Hip-Hop Saved My Life (Feat. Nikki Jean) – Lupe Fiasco

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Dedicate dedicate
[Lupe speaking]
Uh this one right here goes out
To my homie with the dream
Know what I mean

He said I write what I see
Write to make it right
Don’t like where I be
I’d like to make it like
The sights on TV
Quite the great life
So nice and easy
See now you can still die from that
But it’s better than not being alive from straps
Agreed
A mead notebook and a Bic that click
When it’s pushed and a wack beat
That’s a track that’s weak
That he got last week
’cause everybody in the store
Was like that’s that heat
A bass heavy medley with a sample from the 70s
With a screwed up hook that went
STACK THAT CHEESE
Something something something
STACK THAT CHEESE
Mother sister cousin
STACK THAT CHEESE
He couldn’t think of nothing
STACK THAT CHEESE
He turns down the beat writers block impedes
Crying from the next room a baby in need
Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep
That plus a black Cadillac on D’s
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC

[Chorus (Nikki Jean) 2x:]

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

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[Chorus (Nikki Jean) 2x]

His man called said “your time might be now”
They played your freestlye over “Wipe me down”
They played it two times
Said it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-TOWN in a while
He picked up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every single word to the newborn child
Then he put ’em down and went back to the kitchen
Put on another beat and got back to the mission
To get his momma out the hood
Put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady looking good
Have her rolling like she should
Show his homies there’s a way
Other than that flipping Yay
Bail his homie outta jail
Put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school
Show this that’s it cool
Throw some candy on the cadi
Chuck the duece and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from going back to selling crack, yes sir

[Chorus (Nikki Jean) 2x]

Hip hope has saved my life [4X]

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All Black Everything – Lupe Fiasco

[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything

[Verse 1]
Uh, and we ain’t get exploited
White man ain’t feared so he did not destroy it
We ain’t work for free, see they had to employ it
Built it up together so we equally appointed
First 400 years, see we actually enjoyed it
Constitution written by the W.E.B. Du Bois
Were no reconstructions, Civil War got avoided
Little black Sambo grows up to be a lawyer
Extra extra on the news stands
Black woman voted head of Ku Klux Klan
Malcolm Little dies as a old man
Martin Luther King read the eulogy for him
Followed by Bill O’Reilly who read from the Quran
President Bush sends condolences from Iran
Where FOX News reports live
That Ahmadinejad wins Mandela peace prize

[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything

[Verse 2]
Uh, and it ain’t no projects
Keepin it real is not an understood concept
Yea, complexion’s not a contest
Cause racism has no context
Hip hop ain’t got a section called conscious
Everybody rappin’ like crack never happened
Crips never occurred no Bloods to attack them
Matter of fact no hood to attack in
Somalia is a great place to relax in
Fred Astaire was the first to do a backspin
The Rat Pack was cool group of black men
That inspired five white guys called The Jacksons
Eminem fitted in but then again he inspired a black rapper tryin to mimic him
And that’s what really rose up out of Michigan, the sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!

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[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything

[Verse 3]
Uh, and I know it’s just a fantasy
I cordially invite you to ask why can’t it be?
Now we can do nothing bout the past
But we can do something about the future that we have
We can make fast or we can make it last
Every woman Queenin’ and every man a Kingin’
When those color lines come we can’t see between
We just close our eyes ’til it’s all black every-THING!

[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything

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Don’t Stop! – Lupe Fiasco

[Pharrell]
Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
The motherfuckin’ Skateboard P
Knowin’ that you’re me low, playin’ games like Cee-lo
In them tight situations like Speedos
You can have it your way like Carlito
My niggas will be happy to give y’all torpedoes
And have your car twisted like a blunt
For you faggot-ass niggas that like to front
I’m on some BBC Bape shit, I’m on some cake shit
In the kitchen with the heat, makin’ beats in my apron
You hate it, and you want to erase it
Close your eyes when you know you can’t take it
My flow interrupts your homeostasis
I Rolls-Royce it on a regular basis
You talk street shit, it sound like sweet shit
Straight licorice, you niggas sound ticklish
80K large for the Hermes dream
Purple Croc in all your magazines
Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my niggas like freon
Your bitches on my pecans, she got a ass you can eat on
Tryna play tough, like the leather on the recline
I hit it ’til I could seat on
Tryna get her freak on
Asked me to R. Kelly her
And get peed on, I said that ain’t me, ma
The eight behind me, still got the burner
Yes, the Enzo is still black like Sojourner
Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth
Spittin’ what I did in the booth, I’m out, poof!

[Lupe Fiasco]
Carrera, raised in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle era
Water bearer tell the truth, I dare ya
You lie, so eat this whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers
The terror made in America, too live
Fuck the property, or give me my props properly
High off life, this high-technology, DeVry
Now, rap Muhammad Ali, more like rapology
My policy’s not to be dishonestly deprived
So gimme that, gimme that, keep God, where my city at?
I’m like steak and fries, but never died
They wanna Ghostface Wallabee me
But they will posthaste follow me into the afterlife
That means you goin’ right after I’ve
But I’m the hero, sorta like Jack Sparrow
So some way, somehow, I have survived

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Ha, ha, surprise!

Who is he that we see comin’ over the tides?
In a speedboat, boatload of pride
Fall Of Rome dress-shirted and the Mastermind tie
He what happens when rappin’ and avant garde fashion collide
OMG, it’s the C from the CRS
LOLing at you haters, tell your BFFs like…

[Kanye West]
Yes, Mr. West just turned that new child rebel
Loud as a bad-ass child level
Who need a chorus? We do it Tyrannosaurus
Tyrone, it’s been a year with no phone
Could you explain how high is your zone?
We’ll take a plane, rub his nose in cocaine
His ho’s in magazines, you lames stay in your lane
And for the hate, in advance pull down your pants
Make ’em kiss both cheeks like we livin’ in France
Diamonds bluish, business manager’s Jewish
And if I get sued, my lawyers Jews
Some girls do grab the cojones
Said you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra loan us
Brand new Ferraris, I gotta make the donuts
CRS is like a hip-hop Christmas bonus
Niggas is hatin’ on the Internet? I couldn’t tell
I was too busy rappin’ good as hell
I was too busy flying – parasail
Get Collette to get the new shit that Paris sell
Tarantino, da Vinci, gettin’ Benji’s
Get half off at Fendi, half of that’s to Cindy’s
Hopped out the spaceship, put my Mork in Mindy
Popped too many corks to let you dorks offend me
Props to New York, but Chi-town’s the city
Give my city hoochies Gucci, Monica Bellucci’s
Are those the real Millionaires or the bendies?
I’m so ultra I’m even over Oprah
Well, let me check your account – ha, ha, no sir!

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B.M.F. (Building Minds Faster) – Lupe Fiasco

Lirik lagu: B.M.F. (Building Minds Faster)

[Lupe: Talking]
Uh huh, Friend of the People!!
Yeah, I mean c’mon. What the FUCK do I gotta do?
This one for the fans here Jack

[Lupe: Hook]
I think I’m Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some Bible verses, couple Sunnahs
An AK-47 that’s a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I’m 2Pac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for ’em
Letcha know, that I’m ridin’ for ’em

[Lupe: Verse 1]
Gon’ gimme some, a lil’ more beat
Call yo’ friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin’ wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I’m gon’ ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by myself, even then I’m 4 deep
Like hotel swimming pools, that’s 4 feet
These niggas like the rooms, so suite(sweet)
Priceline! so cheaaap
I’m the cell phone, they the room keys
I’m some shell toes, they some shoe strings
I turn ’em off, I take ’em out
I’m Reverend Run, with the laces out
Adidas, so adios
All day I dream, like I’m comatose
That’s your ship sinking, and I’m so afloat
I’m T-Pain, I’m on a boat!!!
Not the slave one, Decaprio’s either
Hear the waves come, they started in the bleachers
So I’m swag surfin’, the pool’s getting deeper
You still sweet though, here come them room keepers
Ok I’ll be the strings, you be the shoes
But guess what (what?), now they Jimmy Choo’s
I wear the pants, you in the pools
Yo shit meows, my shit AWOOOOOOOOO
I got a fifth flow, call me Brother Man
Africa the set, yea that’s the motherland
For that BP, I shed 50 tears
In Nigeria that oil been spillin’ for like 50 years!
Fifty years! Hell naww, hell yeahhh, tryina tell ya’ll
At this rate, niggas gon’ lose!
Can’t search for water, or grow your own food!
Tell me what’s gon’ happen, when them stores close
And ain’t gon open up, no more
Yeah that’s the realest shit
You gon’ feel dat, hungers yo’ enemy
But you can’t kill dat!
Nigga wake up, don’t join the army
Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminatis
And they ain’t even real, or are they?
But you ain’t even know, because you partay
Too fuckin much, if you start to doubt
They already in yo mind, and comin’ out yo mouth
Its not a trick, nigga, it’s a trap
Survival of the fit, is what they aiming at
And niggas ain’t fit, fat as hell!
Fat in mind, body fat, as well
Who use most the drugs? Americans!
Whats in Afghanistan? heroin!
You think thats by mistake? They can’t stop dat?
Don’t think you safe though, because you not black
Greed is colorblind, so I’m colorblind
They gon’ fuck with yours soon as they done with mine
They say I try to hard, verses overwhelm
I learned most of this, from niggas sittin’ in jail
Where you think I’m from? I’m from the streets nigga!
Triple OG’s told me to teach nigga!
And that ain’t made up, nope! Thats a fact
They say that gangsta shit, is the shit I rap
Look who I attract, look at my inner circle
Bunch of street niggas, and a couple Erkles
Look at my fanbase! Oh yess!
Fuck what Pro say! Look at this protest!
Where they do that at? Who they do that for?
Must mean I’m doin’ bad, and things is movin’ slow
We talkin’ revolution on public radio!
Then catch me down in Houston, sittin on them 84’s
Trae wassup, ABN, gotcha back nigga, sink or swim
Free Chilly Chill, shake off yo’ mastas
Pray to God; Build yo mind faster

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[Lupe: Hook]
I think I’m Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Couple Bible verses, and some Sunnahs
An AK-47 that’s a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I’m 2Pac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for ’em
If you ain’t know, I’m ridin’ for ’em

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