Second drop in less than two days means somebody’s either found a creative burst of energy, time to kill or an album is on the horizon. Or, it could simply be a combination of factors. Here, Lupe puts the finishing moves on Timbo & Drake’s “Say Something.”
Dear rapper, even though the CDS for “Say Something” made its way out, please leave it alone. With a slew of quick-witted similes and metaphors, Lupe just body-bagged then toe-tagged it. Do not resuscitate. I repeat, do not resuscitate.
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Download — Lupe Fiasco – “Say Something” Freestyle
Might as well throw this “Turnt Up” in your bag as well.
Download — Lupe Fiasco – “Turnt Up” Freestyle
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Listen and learn rappers.
If Lupe’s albums sounded more like this, I’d buy them…
I still think Shining Down is one of the best Hip-Hop songs released this year.
@Amp: AGREED FULLY! I’m mad at how little play that gets.
As for this track: Jee-zuss! (c) Kat Williams
Lupe said him not making it on that MTV list pushed him to work harder, so he’ll be releasing a lot of tracks like this. It sucks that he didn’t make it on the list (I guess…who respects MTV?), but as long as he’s bringing joints like Fire to the table…I think we all win.
Someone get these lyrics down. I was on RapRadar and some kid had half the lyrics. Someone do the full song.
Uh, we just gonna keep it goin’ and goin’,
until I feel completed and happy about it. You know?
Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster place, he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn,
clear that Project Runway, ’cause this is where my rocket lands,
ain’t got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land.
Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans,
rockets and I up in the sky like helicopter cams
And you down there in the traffic jam
From here I’ve seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestlin’ fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam ZOOM
Now I’m like the biggest G up in the room,
still hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don’t flo’ (floor), I ceiling
My mama said the need me…
’cause, I’m made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves,
they glass is half full so I spit into them like Celie,
no longer G, now you can see me
but your letter’s still under my sea like seaweed
C and G but nothing bout me C-G, It’s all real, none of this is green screen…
“Shut Up and Let Me Go” just like The Ting Tings,
I’m feelin’ like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs.
I’ve rocked it from the shouters to the soccer moms,
try to stop what’s going on,
you’ll see the back of my hand like the tops of palms,
I’m balling like the tops of pawns,
circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds.
Short footed and War headed like the tops of bombs,
Domino-in n****’s, delivery is Papa Johns, Little Ceaser‘s, uh,
burning down your Pizza Hut…
Plaque collection building ’cause, I don’t brush my teeth enough,
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this like my weaker stuff,
they ask “Is this his day-to-day ’cause this is like a week to us?”
Mic is shy and speakers blush, I is shy and he is uh,
I correct, me is uh- no we is uh- cause its like two of me
and each of us, rappin’ acid, eat this up
A town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West Side ridin’, lot of n****’s salty ’cause,
’cause I be overseas and tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen this,
NahRight gotta stream this, motherfuckin’ genius!
Brave and fly, you backbone-less and wingless,
bunch of chickens on the strip, I’m coming for they fingers…
till what they throwin’ up is meaningless.
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn’t make MTV’s list…
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feedin’ frenzy and shit
Succotash stuffering, Chicken-Frikasee’en this…
A beat eatin’ media blitz,
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing severish…
These the peppers Peter picked,
things are at their easiest, Real Compton city G’in it
but I’m from Chicago…house lights, bravooos!
*Applause*…. Yeah, I’m just playin’….Internet, check.
Credits to June via LupE.N.D.
niggas aint seein lupe for real.. i’m talkin bout ur fav rappers do i have to call out names?
Deen- Lupe’s albums sound like this to me, i couldn name a song he didnt kill lyrically. I may not agree with some of his beats, or even “song creativity”, but his lyrics are ALWAYS on point, i mean…he’s Lupe
WOW. i dont know what to say.. every line is a crazy metaphor. i know i probably dont catch even half of the metaphors in this song.. but “try to stop whats going on, youll the back of my hand like the tops of palms, im balling like the tops of pawns, circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds… dominoing niggas, delivery is papa johns”… AMAZING! “plaque collection building cuz, i dont brush my teeth enough”… these crazy punchlines just kept coming and coming on this song. left me speechless.