They thought it was cool to burn crosses in your front lawn
As they hung you from tree's in your backyard
They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty and stranded, Katrina!
He thought it was cool to carry a gun in his classroom and open fire
Virgina Tech, Columbine, stop the violence!
They thought it was cool to tear down the projects
And put up million dollar condo's, gentrification
They think its cool to stand on the block hidin' product in their socks
Making quick dime bag dollars
They think its cool to ride down on you in blue and white unmarked cars
Bustin' you upside your head
Freeze
'Cause the problem is we think its cool to
Check your ingredients before you overdose on the cool
Lupe Fiasco - The Cool Album Lyrics
Lupe Fiasco - The Cool Lyrics
Writer: IESHA, WASALU JACO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Free Chilly
[ Featuring Sarah Green, Gemstones ]
If we could break down those walls to set you free
We would, 'cause we out here, and we miss you
If we could build a ladder that tall, to come up and see you, we would
'Cause we down here, and we miss you
If we could break down those walls to set you free
We would, 'cause we out here, and we miss you
If we could build a ladder that tall, to come up and see you, we would
'Cause we down here, and we miss you
Writer: Sarah Green, Wasalu Jaco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Go Go Gadget Flow
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
I got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I'm back I'm back
I'm cool I'm cool
It's our identity
All me
No ghost no 16 bit like sega genesis
All g ball on the ball soundtrack on the track Gemini on the job
Shayla g on the g Sarah green for the green free chilly
And I'm back on my thing for the listeners
What you are about to to witness is
Lu new valuable album 2
Get ready for the ghetto ghetto images
From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with the flow
That I'm holdin
I'm on my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
Love, got the windy city on my back
So I'm back on my grizzle like a bearskin rug
Put some lain on the floor blame it on the goat
Little rapper turn it out cause I'm very pluh
I convert I can work anywhere any word you can ask my brother huh
He'll concur that I'm sers with the worst with the man up above thank you very much
That I got what I got and I'm at where I'm at like an a in a circle with a pay little erkel
What they say when they see og from the f to the f to the amazing verbals
They race in circles like they raisin a gerbil
I race in a circle like I'm raisin a horse
I'm racin a porsche while they racin in place
They race in a cage I race on a course
COURSE
That case in the court did not defer the dream
I am still a raising man with sun raging against the machine
From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with the flow
That I'm holdin
I'm on my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
Hey hey don't hate on me
My tank on full your tank on e
Look good on you look good on me
Cause I'm a go and never gon s-t-o-p
Like hey hey don't hate on me
My tank on full your tank on e
Look good on you look good on me
Cause I'm a go and never gon s-t-o-p
Like hey hey I'm the boss
Rock genuine time not de Lacoste
Be on clean and phenom jeans
Little rap is like azemof
I let my momma into rhyming and she raised me off
A 80s baby on file like a safety off
Got my hood ridin high on 28s
Off of everything that's gon be like a 84
And they in love with him and I'm in love with them
And we never ride dubs again
No we won't
Tryna get a butter rim
A little too short to dunk
So we dock
From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with the flow
I'm on my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
I got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I'm back I'm back
I'm cool I'm cool
It's our identity
All me
No ghost no 16 bit like sega genesis
All g ball on the ball soundtrack on the track Gemini on the job
Shayla g on the g Sarah green for the green free chilly
And I'm back on my thing for the listeners
What you are about to to witness is
Lu new valuable album 2
Get ready for the ghetto ghetto images
From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with the flow
That I'm holdin
I'm on my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
Love, got the windy city on my back
So I'm back on my grizzle like a bearskin rug
Put some lain on the floor blame it on the goat
Little rapper turn it out cause I'm very pluh
I convert I can work anywhere any word you can ask my brother huh
He'll concur that I'm sers with the worst with the man up above thank you very much
That I got what I got and I'm at where I'm at like an a in a circle with a pay little erkel
What they say when they see og from the f to the f to the amazing verbals
They race in circles like they raisin a gerbil
I race in a circle like I'm raisin a horse
I'm racin a porsche while they racin in place
They race in a cage I race on a course
COURSE
That case in the court did not defer the dream
I am still a raising man with sun raging against the machine
From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with the flow
That I'm holdin
I'm on my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
Hey hey don't hate on me
My tank on full your tank on e
Look good on you look good on me
Cause I'm a go and never gon s-t-o-p
Like hey hey don't hate on me
My tank on full your tank on e
Look good on you look good on me
Cause I'm a go and never gon s-t-o-p
Like hey hey I'm the boss
Rock genuine time not de Lacoste
Be on clean and phenom jeans
Little rap is like azemof
I let my momma into rhyming and she raised me off
A 80s baby on file like a safety off
Got my hood ridin high on 28s
Off of everything that's gon be like a 84
And they in love with him and I'm in love with them
And we never ride dubs again
No we won't
Tryna get a butter rim
A little too short to dunk
So we dock
From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with the flow
I'm on my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (say it now)
I'm from the city in the midwest best city in the whole wide wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world (hey)
City in the whole wide world
Writer: Rudolph Loyola Lopez, Wasalu Jaco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Coolest
The coolest nigga, what
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive Michael Young history as
The coolest nigga, what
I love the Lord
But sometimes it's like that I love me more
I love the peace and I love the war
I love the seas and I love the shore
No love for no beach baby, that's law
But she doesn't see therefore, I spoil
I trick, I fall, run up in raw
I love her with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said that she would give me greatness, status
Placement above the others
My face would grace covers
Of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene
The obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen, I could be her king
Together, she would make me cool
And we would both rule
Forever
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure, ever again
And if the reign stops and everything's dry
She would cry just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She'd teach me how to fly, even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall and I plummet from the sky
But she will keep me high, and if I ever die
She would commission monuments on her bosom to him
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven, set the fires in Hell
And I'll be
The coolest nigga, what
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive Michael Young history as
The coolest nigga, what
And so began our reign
The Trinity: Her and I, caine
No weather man could ever stand when her and I came
Hella hard, umbrella, whatever
Put plywood over Pella panes
And pray to God that the flood subside
Cause you gon' need a sub til he does reply
And not one of Jared's you think it's all arid
And e'eryt'ing's irie, another supply
That means another July inside my endless summer
That was just the eye of the Unger, Felix
Cause he is the cleanest amongst the
Younger outstanding achieving up-and-comers
The ones that had deadbeat daddies and well-to-do mommas
But not well enough to keep 'em from us
The ones that were fighting in class who might not pass
Rap record pressured to laugh at a life not fast
Can you feel it?
Is what I got asked
Do I love her?
Said, I don't know
Streets got my heart, Game got my soul
One time missing sunshine will never hurt your soul
Quote to a crying, dishonored baby mama
Who's the mama to the daughter that I had fathered from afar
My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace with a solid gold key
Like the starter of a car, the opener of a door, or two pounds of raw
You gave me a baby, but what about lately?
Then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd right up in her face, G
There's more fish in the sea
I'm on my mission to be
The coolest nigga, what
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive Michael Young history as
The coolest nigga, what
Come, these are the tales of The Cool
Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school
And seek unholy grails like a fool
And hang with the players of the pool
Fast-talking of the hustle
No heaven up above you, no hell underneath ye
And no one will receive thee
So shed no tear when we're not here
And keep your faith as we chase
The Cool
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive Michael Young history as
The coolest nigga, what
I love the Lord
But sometimes it's like that I love me more
I love the peace and I love the war
I love the seas and I love the shore
No love for no beach baby, that's law
But she doesn't see therefore, I spoil
I trick, I fall, run up in raw
I love her with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said that she would give me greatness, status
Placement above the others
My face would grace covers
Of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene
The obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen, I could be her king
Together, she would make me cool
And we would both rule
Forever
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure, ever again
And if the reign stops and everything's dry
She would cry just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She'd teach me how to fly, even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall and I plummet from the sky
But she will keep me high, and if I ever die
She would commission monuments on her bosom to him
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven, set the fires in Hell
And I'll be
The coolest nigga, what
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive Michael Young history as
The coolest nigga, what
And so began our reign
The Trinity: Her and I, caine
No weather man could ever stand when her and I came
Hella hard, umbrella, whatever
Put plywood over Pella panes
And pray to God that the flood subside
Cause you gon' need a sub til he does reply
And not one of Jared's you think it's all arid
And e'eryt'ing's irie, another supply
That means another July inside my endless summer
That was just the eye of the Unger, Felix
Cause he is the cleanest amongst the
Younger outstanding achieving up-and-comers
The ones that had deadbeat daddies and well-to-do mommas
But not well enough to keep 'em from us
The ones that were fighting in class who might not pass
Rap record pressured to laugh at a life not fast
Can you feel it?
Is what I got asked
Do I love her?
Said, I don't know
Streets got my heart, Game got my soul
One time missing sunshine will never hurt your soul
Quote to a crying, dishonored baby mama
Who's the mama to the daughter that I had fathered from afar
My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace with a solid gold key
Like the starter of a car, the opener of a door, or two pounds of raw
You gave me a baby, but what about lately?
Then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd right up in her face, G
There's more fish in the sea
I'm on my mission to be
The coolest nigga, what
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive Michael Young history as
The coolest nigga, what
Come, these are the tales of The Cool
Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school
And seek unholy grails like a fool
And hang with the players of the pool
Fast-talking of the hustle
No heaven up above you, no hell underneath ye
And no one will receive thee
So shed no tear when we're not here
And keep your faith as we chase
The Cool
Writer: Christopher Eddy Paultre, Derrick Braxton, Wasalu Jaco, Christopher Paultre, Lupe Fiasco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Superstar
[ Featuring Matthew Santos ]
[Young Jeezy]
Lupe [audience raving]
Ha ha
Young
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Ah
Ah, ah, oh my God
All this for me, I must be on my job
First album was a classic, never got an award
Took my first ten grand and bought a Honda Accord
And then I pack them things inside the Honda Accord
And put them on a highway and watch the Honda Accord
Excuse me Mr. Engineer, hope you pressin' record
And on behalf of the streets, I just can't be ignored (YEAH!)
Stagin' all black (black)
Just like a new glock
All the broads screamin' like they just seen 2Pac
Say his earrings 'bout as big as his ego
Keep a fresh bald head like he just left Kemo (AY!)
Yes, it ain't mine, this is Lupe's single
And every time I watch The Wire, it's like I just left Bmore (HA HA!)
Call me Marlo, come be my Snoopy
Superstar, baby, why wouldn't you do me (YO!)
[Chorus 1: Mathew Santos]
If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The camera's here
And the microphones
And they wanna' know
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
You on your fifteenth minute of fame and on the sixteenth
Beginith the lame, and on seventeen, you lose everything
The twenty-first is the worse, wishin' you was eleven
Poppin' like you was seven with the feelin' when you was seconds
Reminiscin' when you was just in
Now you just ten, no longer the trend they dressin'
Now you wonderin' where all the press went
You no longer impress them
Get arrested, paparazzi will press then [camera flash]
I fell on purpose to stay a freshmen
I lose
But Lu, attend the school for X-Men
So when I get my cap and gown and put the rappin' down
I'll only know half my powers, but I spend half an hour
Like a senior citizen, havin' a baby shower
Haters wanna budget, but my fans still love it
So you can ask them exactly who I are
Nine weeks in number one, I'm a superstar
[Chorus 2: Mathew Santos]
If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The crowd is here
And the lights are on
And they want a show
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
[Verse 3: T.I.]
OK now
Anyone who know me, they know me, to ride
But when the shit was sellin' slow, it's just my homies and I
Had to get rid of all the phonies and the homies' disguise
So you speak and I don't reply, homie, don't be surprised
You ain't gotta ride for me, I ain't asked you to
Take the journey on my own, I would gladly do
You gone and turn around, now, I'll call a cab for you
I stand up on my own two, me kiss the ass of who
No way, Jose, we pop Rose, blow dro, there's more, no case
But see, don't say my fault, ain't clip, more yay than Cirque Du Soleil
Keyser Soze, oh they kill people, kill people and get off like O.J.
You catch your case, just shut your face, don't get caught singin' do-re
Mi-fa-se
La-ti-do, ghetto, he wrote G Code, I obey [audience raving]
He's so gaye
They handle them, he's hangin' 'round me, no way
It's OK
Life, listen, learn, I just let you go yo way
I be straight
No conversation, man, that's all I'm gone say
Hey
[Repeat Chorus 1 & 2]
[Matthew Santos]
If you are
What you say you are
Then have no fear
Writer: RUDOLPH LOYOLA LOPEZ, WASALU JACO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Walt Disney Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Walt Disney Music Company
Paris Tokyo
Let's go to sleep in Paris
Wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago
Mayne
I love her
And I hate to leave her lonely
Ring ring went the iPhone, it was my homie
He said, let's hit Japan
If we can make 'em jam
We can make a hundred grand
Spend it in the south of France
Nothing further, I jumped
Grabbed my Goyard trunk
Got ready to 'Walk it Out' like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks
That's when I heard Murder
You're killin me, you're fillin me
With sorrow, sunrise, goodbyes
And missin you tomorrow's
I turn to see
My dream love supreme queen, meanest thing on the scene, cry
I drop my bags in a flash
That's faster one 180 on that dash sir
To dry her tears
And wipe the rain from my dear like Dasher
You's the dame who's the user name to all my passwords
The reason I get fly is Ivan Jasper
I even keep your picture in my passport
Love, Love
Let's go to sleep in Paris
Wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago
Mayne
Then we can land in the motherland
Camel back across the desert sand
Take a train, to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
So let's keep it, real
All in together, free Chill
Tell the stewardess to throw a movie on the reel
Heat up my kosher meal, exchange my dollar bills
Lean back in my first class seat, and sleep
Don't wake me till I land, when they barely understand
What I speak, but they nod to my beats
I tell my fans who I am, and they stand, and they clap
They applaud. They love me, my God
Otsukaresama deshita or maybe au revoir
A spree on Saint Henri, then back to Charles de Gaulle
So I can get home and tell her everywhere that I been
And, everything that I done, and
Tell her that she's the one, and, um
Let's go to sleep in Paris
Wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago
Mayne
Then we can land in the motherland
Camel back across the desert sand
Take a train, to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
Guess who's back in the, house
With a bunch of souvenirs and a smile for your mouth
I really missed you, each and every night I kissed ya
In my dreams fore I went to sleep to lala land to count them sheep
I swear you're lookin' prettier than ever
It's got to be a prophecy for us to stay together ever more
For better or, less or poor, or worth our weight in buried treasure
X's on the shore
I know my world tour's like war to ya
But Ian said: Aloha, and Harley said: Cheers
Julian said: Bonjour!, Big O was like: Yeah
Amanda and Le Messie want to know when we goin' there
Edison sends his love, so does the rest of the club
Of the international playboys and playgirls
But I revoke my membership, all for My Tenderness
She said, Pursue your interests, cause even If
I'm ticket less, I'll be there, by your side
In your heart and, on your mind
So, as I taxi down another runway
I Gotcha, who loves you bay
Now bring it back, now
Let's go to sleep in Paris
Wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago
Mayne
Then we can land in the motherland
Camel back across the desert sand
Take a train, to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
Wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago
Mayne
I love her
And I hate to leave her lonely
Ring ring went the iPhone, it was my homie
He said, let's hit Japan
If we can make 'em jam
We can make a hundred grand
Spend it in the south of France
Nothing further, I jumped
Grabbed my Goyard trunk
Got ready to 'Walk it Out' like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks
That's when I heard Murder
You're killin me, you're fillin me
With sorrow, sunrise, goodbyes
And missin you tomorrow's
I turn to see
My dream love supreme queen, meanest thing on the scene, cry
I drop my bags in a flash
That's faster one 180 on that dash sir
To dry her tears
And wipe the rain from my dear like Dasher
You's the dame who's the user name to all my passwords
The reason I get fly is Ivan Jasper
I even keep your picture in my passport
Love, Love
Let's go to sleep in Paris
Wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago
Mayne
Then we can land in the motherland
Camel back across the desert sand
Take a train, to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
So let's keep it, real
All in together, free Chill
Tell the stewardess to throw a movie on the reel
Heat up my kosher meal, exchange my dollar bills
Lean back in my first class seat, and sleep
Don't wake me till I land, when they barely understand
What I speak, but they nod to my beats
I tell my fans who I am, and they stand, and they clap
They applaud. They love me, my God
Otsukaresama deshita or maybe au revoir
A spree on Saint Henri, then back to Charles de Gaulle
So I can get home and tell her everywhere that I been
And, everything that I done, and
Tell her that she's the one, and, um
Let's go to sleep in Paris
Wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago
Mayne
Then we can land in the motherland
Camel back across the desert sand
Take a train, to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
Guess who's back in the, house
With a bunch of souvenirs and a smile for your mouth
I really missed you, each and every night I kissed ya
In my dreams fore I went to sleep to lala land to count them sheep
I swear you're lookin' prettier than ever
It's got to be a prophecy for us to stay together ever more
For better or, less or poor, or worth our weight in buried treasure
X's on the shore
I know my world tour's like war to ya
But Ian said: Aloha, and Harley said: Cheers
Julian said: Bonjour!, Big O was like: Yeah
Amanda and Le Messie want to know when we goin' there
Edison sends his love, so does the rest of the club
Of the international playboys and playgirls
But I revoke my membership, all for My Tenderness
She said, Pursue your interests, cause even If
I'm ticket less, I'll be there, by your side
In your heart and, on your mind
So, as I taxi down another runway
I Gotcha, who loves you bay
Now bring it back, now
Let's go to sleep in Paris
Wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago
Mayne
Then we can land in the motherland
Camel back across the desert sand
Take a train, to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
Writer: EUMIR DEODATO, WASALU JACO, RUDOLPH LOPEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hi-Definition
[ Featuring Snoop Dogg, Pooh Bear ]
Gather 'round, go a-head and stare
(You street folks don't need permission my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
(I don't need no intermission my life's in hi-definition)
And my return, is more like a re-up
I hold a hole like a tea-cup
World in one hand, while the other hand throw a peace up
My other hand throwing We without the e up
I got like five more man I'm something like Shiva
In that Fall of Rome No.IV Deluxe
See I've been around the world like the gnome
But I come from a zone where the homes are beat up
The folks, unknowns, and the stones all meet up
Police tap my phone, got my songs on speaker
Say he's back to poems, got their domes all geeked up
To get up on they thrones and become young leaders
Oprah put it on my culture now if that ain't wrong
Imus got it from the rhymers now if that ain't blown
They gave my man forty four now if that ain't long
I put it all on my shoulders now if that ain't strong
I made it out alive from the streets of the westside C-H-I
Now if that ain't home you better tell em
Gather 'round, go a-head and stare
(You street folks don't need permission my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
(I don't need no intermission my life's in hi-definition)
And in my flyness I've become the hero and the sidekick
The rider and the nigga that'll ride with
In your ear like the maker of the vivrant
Asalamalakam to the maker of the vivrant
Them other niggas I don't vibe with
Now I was bout three when the eyes went
But I could see everything that you trying to be
You can't hide it
While you coming out your throat like a heimlich
I came up out the belly like an high scip
Only my circumstance reviced it
Hijacked the road and when they shot the pilot
I'm trying to go public so I can get to private
Then send Busy to go and get the pirates
Then hit Africa and try to fix the Virus
Go back to the hood tell Huggy open the hydrents
R.I.P Stack B. I'm gonna keep you alive kid
Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful
F-N-F and S-N double O-P
Gather 'round, go a-head and stare
(You street folks don't need permission my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
(I don't need no intermission my life's in hi-definition)
Lupy, it's Snoopyy lets go out/wild
Tip toe through the door do it doggy style
And tell all my chicks in Chi-I-cago
Lupy hit the Lotto, Snoopy hit the bottle
Dolemite tight they bite, they might follow
Take this chill pill, will make you swallow
Recital is very homicidal
The big screen will capture it, cause it's hi-definition
Listen cooking collard greens in the kitchen
Them alphabet boys on a mission
If you ever get cash you better get it quick fast
Cause now-a-days niggas get the snitching on your bitch ass
Even your boys, best believe in your toys, out your game
Specially when a nigga know your real name
Blam blam with the blammer
Smile nephew your on candit camera, film at eleven
Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful
F-N-F and S-N double O-P
Gather 'round, go a-head and stare
(You street folks don't need permission my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
(I don't need no intermission my life's in hi-definition)
Writer: Al Shuckburgh, Calvin Broadus, Jason Boyd, Wasalu Jaco
Copyright: Lyrics © Global Talent Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Global Talent Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Gold Watch
Oh, give the drummer some yea, yea
Let's peruse the essentials of Cool
A brief study on the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's
A disclaimer just a rhymer no credentials from a school
Let's peruse the essentials of Cool
A brief study on the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's
A disclaimer just a rhymer no credentials from a school
In my Fall of Rome jeans, my Head Porter wallet
My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Chen CLOT
Shit might not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black fingernails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school
One of Jay-Z boys now I'm skating in your pool
Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules
Like a young 50 I'm on my world tour
Good morning Singapore I'm bringin' the sun with me
From the Robert Taylor homes to Africa's slum cities
I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies
Parisian sensibility so stay out the vicinity of
Yea, yea them niggas over there its just
Yea, yea now look at what I wear
Got my, gold watch and my, gold chain
With my fancy car and my diamond ring
With my fancy broad and she foreign
So its no words and its no slang
And I'm no trick and I'm no lame
Its just so slick that she's so game, and its
Yea, yea she love it over here
Its just yea, yea she love it over here
I like Diptyque candles and Maharishi sandals and
Dita sunglasses, Purple Murder Service samples
I like False T-shirts Dover Street is off the handle
Such a good designer Junya Watanabe got damn you
I like Yohji Yamamoto and a Max Roach solo
Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polo's
I like Montblanc pens and Moleskine paper
I like Goyard bags and green Now-or-laters
Monocle magazine and Japanese manga
Futura Nosferatus and HTM trainers
I love Street Fighter 2, I just really hate Zangief
Only Ken and Ryu I find it hard to beat Blanka
Keep a Wee Ninja hanging and an Unkle album banging
If you negative in energy then stay out the vicinity of
Yea, yea them niggas over there its just
Yea, yea now look at what I wear
Got my, gold watch and my, gold chain
With my fancy car and my diamond ring
With my, ghetto broad and she
So plain got couple scars and one of those long names
She a fight a nigga and cusses with no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin' up cocaine but she
Yea, yea she love it over here
Its just yea, yea she love it over here
But my most coveted thing is a high self-esteem
And a low tolerance for them telling me how to lean
See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen
The wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king
Now God don't like ugly ain't too happy bout pretty
I am ignorance's enemy so stay out the vicinity of
Yea, yea them niggas over there its just
Yea, yea now look at what I wear
Let's peruse the essentials of Cool
A brief study on the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's
A disclaimer just a rhymer no credentials from a school
Let's peruse the essentials of Cool
A brief study on the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's
A disclaimer just a rhymer no credentials from a school
In my Fall of Rome jeans, my Head Porter wallet
My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Chen CLOT
Shit might not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black fingernails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school
One of Jay-Z boys now I'm skating in your pool
Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules
Like a young 50 I'm on my world tour
Good morning Singapore I'm bringin' the sun with me
From the Robert Taylor homes to Africa's slum cities
I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies
Parisian sensibility so stay out the vicinity of
Yea, yea them niggas over there its just
Yea, yea now look at what I wear
Got my, gold watch and my, gold chain
With my fancy car and my diamond ring
With my fancy broad and she foreign
So its no words and its no slang
And I'm no trick and I'm no lame
Its just so slick that she's so game, and its
Yea, yea she love it over here
Its just yea, yea she love it over here
I like Diptyque candles and Maharishi sandals and
Dita sunglasses, Purple Murder Service samples
I like False T-shirts Dover Street is off the handle
Such a good designer Junya Watanabe got damn you
I like Yohji Yamamoto and a Max Roach solo
Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polo's
I like Montblanc pens and Moleskine paper
I like Goyard bags and green Now-or-laters
Monocle magazine and Japanese manga
Futura Nosferatus and HTM trainers
I love Street Fighter 2, I just really hate Zangief
Only Ken and Ryu I find it hard to beat Blanka
Keep a Wee Ninja hanging and an Unkle album banging
If you negative in energy then stay out the vicinity of
Yea, yea them niggas over there its just
Yea, yea now look at what I wear
Got my, gold watch and my, gold chain
With my fancy car and my diamond ring
With my, ghetto broad and she
So plain got couple scars and one of those long names
She a fight a nigga and cusses with no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin' up cocaine but she
Yea, yea she love it over here
Its just yea, yea she love it over here
But my most coveted thing is a high self-esteem
And a low tolerance for them telling me how to lean
See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen
The wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king
Now God don't like ugly ain't too happy bout pretty
I am ignorance's enemy so stay out the vicinity of
Yea, yea them niggas over there its just
Yea, yea now look at what I wear
Writer: CHRISTOPHER EDDY PAULTRE, DERRICK BRAXTON, WASALU JACO, Christopher Paultre, Lupe Fiasco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Hip-Hop Saved My Life
[ Featuring Nikki Jean ]
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-ass beat
That's a track that's weak that he got last week
Cause everybody in the stu' 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 nothin', "stack that cheese"
He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes
Crying from the next room, a baby in need
Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep
That plus a black Cadillac on Ds
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC
One you never heard of, I
Push it hard to further the
Grind, might feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop you saved my life
Reps North-side, so he rocks them braids
1100 friends on his Myspace page
"Stack That Cheese" got 700 plays
Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay
Open mic champ 2 weeks in a row
Ex d-Boy with a b-boy flow
Glow like Leroy, you should see the boy go
Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the Row
Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage
Minute Maid got his momma working like a slave
Down baby-momma, who he really had to honor
Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to
Drive up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs
Let him keep a debit card so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the Galleria
And buy everything but the mannequins, ya dig?
One you never heard of, I
Push it hard to further the
Grind, might feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop you saved my life
His man called, said: "your time might be now
They played your freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down'
They played it 2 times, say 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 him down and went back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the mission of
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 flippin' yay
Bail his homie out of jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that it's cool
Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good, when it happens like that
Two days from going back to selling crack, yessir
Writer: Nikki Jean, Lupe Fiasco, Rudolph Lopez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Intruder Alert
[ Featuring Sarah Green ]
She said that there was no love in her heart
'Cause one day a rapist attacked her and broke that all apart
She said there was no way to fix it or to cover her scars
Then one day a guy came along that
Probably could help her start
He was sincere made her believe it was safe
For her to trust again
Before long she was cool with givin hugs to him
Knew that it was right 'cause somethin was wrong
The alarms in her mind didn't tell her he didn't belong
There was no
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Alert
Alert
Alert
Alert
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Alert
Alert
Alert
Alert
He said nobody else ever loved 'em
That's why he get high enough to go touch the heavens above him
Vividly remembers every pipe every needle that stuck 'em
Every alley he ever slept in
Every purse that he snuck in
Every level of hell he's been to
And the one that he's stuck in
The one he can't escape
Even though it's of his own construction
Maybe you can't relate
Maybe you one of those that just doesn't
Maybe he doesn't care
Loves to allow these demons to come in
With no
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Alert
Alert
Alert
Alert
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Alert
Alert
Alert
Alert
Famine striking his home
Land and no social standing
In the economic pecking order
Emergency relief
Distribution systems is in disorder
He's checking water making sure
It's safe enough for his
Daughter to float across in
The boat he built
Hopefully strong enough to support her
Prayin' border patrols
Don't catch her
And process and deport her
Before she reach the shore
Of the land of the free
Where they feed you
Treat you like equals
Deceive you
Stamp you
And call you illegal when there's an
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Alert
Alert
Alert
Alert
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Alert
Alert
Alert
Alert
There's someone here, and it's not me
How could this be? I locked my doors
Kept my armies on my shore
And point my rockets at my sky
I'm so fortified
I built my wall so high
So why oh why are there?
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Intruder
Writer: Rudolph Loyola Lopez, Wasalu Jaco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Streets on Fire
[ Featuring Matthew Santos ]
Tonight, tonight, tonight
The stars are aligned, and the planets colliding
The plan is arriving, and she's out there smiling
The fear is upon us, the skies tried to warn us
The parents are goners, no children to mourn us
It's driving me crazy, this war is my lady
We've lost all our babies, and God is amazing
The tick of the timer, the slip of the rhymer, the pimp and the riser
Your cross, there you'll find her
Hey, hey
Death is on the tip of her tongue and
Danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight
Death is on the tip of her tongue and
Danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight
Disease, the virus is spreading in all directions
No safe zone no cure and no protection
No symptoms define the signs of an infection
No vaccines, remedies, and no corrections
Quarantine the dreams and seal off the connections
Don't let them in, not a friend, not a reflection
Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and
Don't accept them if you want to stay as an exception
No pill can heal the ill of this
Sickness, some are still in doubt of its existence
Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance
Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance
The poor say the rich have the cure
The rich say the poor are the source
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war
Invented by the press, just to have something to report
Some say the first case came from a maternity ward
Some say a morgue, some say the skies, some say the floors
Whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores
And everybody is sure
The scientist say it only affects the mind
The little boy said it only affects the girls
The preacher man said it's going to kill off the soul
A bum said it's going to kill the whole wide world
Death is on the tip of her tongue and
Danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight
Death is on the tip of her tongue and
Danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight
"Believe!", so say the neon signs by the
Loudspeakers repeating that everything is fine
A subtle solace to demolish the troubled conscience
Of a populace with no knowledge and every freedom denied
Every dream is designed and broadcasted
From the masters to the masses
From the antennas on the top of the shrines
Refine the receiver and plant it
During the panic and short it, it reports back
Everything in your mind, everything is lying
Everything is dying, everything is a rule
Everything is a crime, everything was here then
Everything rewind the new
Weather burned the feathers off everything flying
(And she likes it, and she loves it)
The sadness, the madness, the bad shit
The lavish, the fastest, the clashes, the ashes to ashes
Everything intertwined
My femme fatale my darling fraudulent angel
Once caught her changing the batteries in her halo
Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for
And the address to the factory where they made those
Scientist said she's all inside my mind
The little boy said "What happened to all the girls?"
The preacher man said "She's going to kill off your soul"
The dope boy said "It's the whole wide world"
Death is on the tip of her tongue and
Danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight
Death is on the tip of her tongue and
Danger's at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight
Writer: Christopher Eddy Paultre, Derrick Braxton, Wasalu Jaco, Christopher Paultre, Lupe Fiasco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Little Weapon
[ Featuring Nikki Jean, Bishop G ]
Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
He robbed the candy shop told them lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag; take the pennies out the drawer
Lil' Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and American devils
A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face
Prays five times a day yet listens to heavy metal
Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad
That he snuck into school in his black book bag
His black nail polish, black boots and black hat
He's gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass
I killed another man today
Shot him in his back as he ran away
Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade
Cut his wife throat as she put her hands to pray
Just five more dogs then could get a soccer ball
That's what my commander says
How old? Well I'm like ten, eleven
Been fighting since I was like six or seven
Now I don't know much about where I'm from
But I know I strike fear everywhere I come
Government wants me dead so I wear my gun
I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still to young
This candy gives me courage not to fear no one
To feel no pain and hear no tongue
So I hear no screams and I shed no tear
If I'm in your dreams then your end is near
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you, there's a war
If it comes not just too tall for you
You find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
Yanked you now, pow
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A McCar parade of the toys he made
And in shimmer shades who looks half his age
About half the size of the flags they waved
And camouflage suits made to fit youths
Cause the ones off dead soldier hang a little loose
With AK-47 that they shooting into heaven
Like they trying to kill the Jetsons
They struggle little recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, violent
Childhood destroyed, avoided of all childish ways
Can't write their own names
Or read the words on their own graves
Think you gangsta popped a few rounds
These kids will come through and murder a whole town
And sit back and smoke and watch it burn down
The grave gets deeper the further we go down
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you, there's a war
If it comes not just too tall for you
You find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
Yanked you now, pow
Imagine if I had to console
The family of those
Slayed that I slain on game consoles
I aim I hold, right trigger to squeeze
Press up and y one less nigga breathe
B for the bombs, press pause for your moms
Make the room silence she don't approve of violent games
She leaves resume activity
Start and blew hearts, with poor harsh wizardry
On next part I insert code
To sweeten up the purses of murder work load
I tell him he work for
CIA with A
And operative, I operate this game all day
I hold a controller connected to the soldier
With weapons on his shoulder, he's only seconds older than me
We playful but serious, now keep on mind for online experience
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you, there's a war
If it comes not just too tall for you
You find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
Yanked you now, pow
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you, there's a war
If it comes not just too tall for you
You find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
Yanked you now, pow
Writer: WASALU JACO, PATRICK STUMP, BISHOP G
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Gotta Eat
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me"
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me"
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Hey, he had a whole lotta cheese
Plus he was a mack, had a whole lotta steez
Made a lot of niggas fat, gave a whole lotta Gs
Grams, man, he had a whole lotta these
And he would let you hold, like, a whole lotta keys
Even if you lose some he would give you new ones
Twice the bread, it's like he had two buns
And he had a whole lotta seeds
Even his kids had meals for reals
Some rich small fries wrapped in paper since they was lil
Catch up, nigga
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me"
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
He was a heart breaker and a law shaker
If it was bout caking, he was a partaker
International, he would take trips, bon voyage
That's how hard he was fishing for the chips
So greedy he never gave to the needy, that's what some say
The way he shunned all the bums hanging in the subways
He called them fruits, then laughed at 'em
Delivery man on the pick-up drive through and throw a bag at 'em
And it was hard to understand him sometimes
Making a killing the way he had 'em standing in line
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me"
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Lovers call him king, haters call him clown
He would say "bite me, that's the way it's going down"
He was having thoughts that maybe he should retire
Went to church on a Sunday and saw a deep friar
Said he had beef and people want him dead
He loved the hungry ones, was only scared of the feds
He lived the fast life, couldn't get his path right
Friar just told him 'bout the hooters that he had last night
Turned himself in to the paddy wagon, said no
Bacon wouldn't take him, half the pigs on the payroll
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me"
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy, hey, to be continued
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me"
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me"
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Hey, he had a whole lotta cheese
Plus he was a mack, had a whole lotta steez
Made a lot of niggas fat, gave a whole lotta Gs
Grams, man, he had a whole lotta these
And he would let you hold, like, a whole lotta keys
Even if you lose some he would give you new ones
Twice the bread, it's like he had two buns
And he had a whole lotta seeds
Even his kids had meals for reals
Some rich small fries wrapped in paper since they was lil
Catch up, nigga
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me"
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
He was a heart breaker and a law shaker
If it was bout caking, he was a partaker
International, he would take trips, bon voyage
That's how hard he was fishing for the chips
So greedy he never gave to the needy, that's what some say
The way he shunned all the bums hanging in the subways
He called them fruits, then laughed at 'em
Delivery man on the pick-up drive through and throw a bag at 'em
And it was hard to understand him sometimes
Making a killing the way he had 'em standing in line
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me"
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Lovers call him king, haters call him clown
He would say "bite me, that's the way it's going down"
He was having thoughts that maybe he should retire
Went to church on a Sunday and saw a deep friar
Said he had beef and people want him dead
He loved the hungry ones, was only scared of the feds
He lived the fast life, couldn't get his path right
Friar just told him 'bout the hooters that he had last night
Turned himself in to the paddy wagon, said no
Bacon wouldn't take him, half the pigs on the payroll
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me"
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy
My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy, hey, to be continued
Writer: RUDOLPH LOYOLA LOPEZ, WASALU JACO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dumb It Down
Carrera (dumb it down)
Coolest nigga, what? (dumb it down)
F-n-f, up (dumb it down)
(Dumb it down)
I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless
And I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless
Which means I'm tearless, which means my iris
Resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded
But I'mma find it, I can feel its nearness
But I'mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer, but I remember
I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear
Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this
Clearly cause my blindness, the windshield is menstrual/minstrel
The whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere
Yeah, I'm both them there
Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat
And the locs in the chair had approached him here
Made it clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts
Who supplier of the notes to the living
Riveting as rosie, pockets full of posies
Given to the mother of the deceased
Awake and at war 'til I'm resting in peace
You going over niggas heads, lu (dumb it down)
They telling me that they don't feel you (dumb it down)
We ain't graduate from school, nigga (dumb it down)
Them big words ain't cool, nigga (dumb it down)
Yeah I heard "mean and vicious", nigga (dumb it down)
Make a song for the bitches, nigga (dumb it down)
We don't care about the weather nigga (dumb it down)
You'll sell more records if you (dumb it down)
And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless
Now as far as the hearing, I've found it
It was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is
But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a lear
She's fine and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
'Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's also klingon, to infinity and beyond
Something really stinks, but I sphinx like leon
Or lying/lion in the desert
I'm flying on pegasus, you're flying on the pheasant
Writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers
Spit, hot fiya like dylan on chappelle's skit
Yeah, smell it on my unicorn
Don't snort the white horse, but toot my own horn
Sleep
You've been shedding too much light, lu (dumb it down)
You make'em wanna do right, lu (dumb it down)
They're gettin self-esteem, lu (dumb it down)
These girls are trying to be queens, lu (dumb it down)
They're trying to graduate from school, lu (dumb it down)
They're startin to think that smart is cool, lu (dumb it down)
They're trying to get up out the hood, lu (dumb it down)
I'll tell you what you should do (dumb it down)
And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless
Like ichabod crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is, which makes me saneless
With no neck left to hang the chain with
Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft
And I ain't used my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest
About the best-fed f-f jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and, excess depth
Even scuba steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues; my snorkel is a tuba
Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside poseidon, westside beside 'em
Chest-high and rising, almost touching the knees
Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make ya fly wit
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
David blaine, make it rain
You make a boat, I make a plane
Then, I pull the plug and I, make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again
Westside
You putting me to sleep, nigga (dumb it down)
That's why you ain't popping in the streets, nigga (dumb it down)
You ain't winning no awards nigga (dumb it down)
Robots and skateboards, nigga? (dumb it down)
Gq man of the year, g? (dumb it down)
Shit ain't rocking over here, b (dumb it down)
Won't you talk about your cars nigga? (dumb it down)
What the f*ck is goyard nigga (dumb it down)
Make it rain for the chicks (dumb it down)
Po' champagne on a bitch! (dumb it down)
What the f*ck is wrong with you? (dumb it down)
How can I get on a song with you? (dumb it down)
Look b, here's my main, my two-way
Uh, what should I, ah, here take this
That right there, f*ck what my boys'll talk about me, nigga
Nigga, you hot to me! I like you! (dumb it down)
Bishop g, they told me I should come down, cousin
But I flatly refuse: I ain't dumb down nothing
Coolest nigga, what? (dumb it down)
F-n-f, up (dumb it down)
(Dumb it down)
I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless
And I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless
Which means I'm tearless, which means my iris
Resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded
But I'mma find it, I can feel its nearness
But I'mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer, but I remember
I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear
Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this
Clearly cause my blindness, the windshield is menstrual/minstrel
The whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere
Yeah, I'm both them there
Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat
And the locs in the chair had approached him here
Made it clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts
Who supplier of the notes to the living
Riveting as rosie, pockets full of posies
Given to the mother of the deceased
Awake and at war 'til I'm resting in peace
You going over niggas heads, lu (dumb it down)
They telling me that they don't feel you (dumb it down)
We ain't graduate from school, nigga (dumb it down)
Them big words ain't cool, nigga (dumb it down)
Yeah I heard "mean and vicious", nigga (dumb it down)
Make a song for the bitches, nigga (dumb it down)
We don't care about the weather nigga (dumb it down)
You'll sell more records if you (dumb it down)
And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless
Now as far as the hearing, I've found it
It was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is
But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a lear
She's fine and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
'Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's also klingon, to infinity and beyond
Something really stinks, but I sphinx like leon
Or lying/lion in the desert
I'm flying on pegasus, you're flying on the pheasant
Writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers
Spit, hot fiya like dylan on chappelle's skit
Yeah, smell it on my unicorn
Don't snort the white horse, but toot my own horn
Sleep
You've been shedding too much light, lu (dumb it down)
You make'em wanna do right, lu (dumb it down)
They're gettin self-esteem, lu (dumb it down)
These girls are trying to be queens, lu (dumb it down)
They're trying to graduate from school, lu (dumb it down)
They're startin to think that smart is cool, lu (dumb it down)
They're trying to get up out the hood, lu (dumb it down)
I'll tell you what you should do (dumb it down)
And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless
Like ichabod crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is, which makes me saneless
With no neck left to hang the chain with
Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft
And I ain't used my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest
About the best-fed f-f jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and, excess depth
Even scuba steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues; my snorkel is a tuba
Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside poseidon, westside beside 'em
Chest-high and rising, almost touching the knees
Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make ya fly wit
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
David blaine, make it rain
You make a boat, I make a plane
Then, I pull the plug and I, make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again
Westside
You putting me to sleep, nigga (dumb it down)
That's why you ain't popping in the streets, nigga (dumb it down)
You ain't winning no awards nigga (dumb it down)
Robots and skateboards, nigga? (dumb it down)
Gq man of the year, g? (dumb it down)
Shit ain't rocking over here, b (dumb it down)
Won't you talk about your cars nigga? (dumb it down)
What the f*ck is goyard nigga (dumb it down)
Make it rain for the chicks (dumb it down)
Po' champagne on a bitch! (dumb it down)
What the f*ck is wrong with you? (dumb it down)
How can I get on a song with you? (dumb it down)
Look b, here's my main, my two-way
Uh, what should I, ah, here take this
That right there, f*ck what my boys'll talk about me, nigga
Nigga, you hot to me! I like you! (dumb it down)
Bishop g, they told me I should come down, cousin
But I flatly refuse: I ain't dumb down nothing
Writer: GEMSTONES, RUDOLPH LOYOLA LOPEZ, WASALU JACO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Hello / Goodbye (Uncool)
F N F
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness
You, you, you, you, you
All in together, the weather is better than ever
I hope it never ends I hope it lasts forever
But when it does, we can all pretend
That it's better than it's ever been
Lie to ourselves like the sky to rebel
And it's well and it's fine and it's fine if it fell
And you couldn't find the story line
If you survive to retell, we are targets
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Said everything is going to be fine
Said everything is gonna be okay
Said just don't breathe the air
He just sits and waits for them to kick in the door
He once was a hero they don't love him no more
There's a blast, every time a foot hits the floor
His gift for not fighting another man's war
And if they can get their hands on the mask that he wore
On his face, they can put somebody else in his place and restore
The state, the illusion that it's safe
The faith, that being a slave is so great
As gas fills the room and rockets destroy
Everything around him he stands to find himself surround
By thousands of soldiers that his once trained
To never miss their targets, heartless
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness
Please to make your acquaintance
Salutations, Kanechiwa
Hello end of the world
How are you? I do fine
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Hey there darkness, hey there sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Definite, uncool
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness
You, you, you, you, you
All in together, the weather is better than ever
I hope it never ends I hope it lasts forever
But when it does, we can all pretend
That it's better than it's ever been
Lie to ourselves like the sky to rebel
And it's well and it's fine and it's fine if it fell
And you couldn't find the story line
If you survive to retell, we are targets
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Said everything is going to be fine
Said everything is gonna be okay
Said just don't breathe the air
He just sits and waits for them to kick in the door
He once was a hero they don't love him no more
There's a blast, every time a foot hits the floor
His gift for not fighting another man's war
And if they can get their hands on the mask that he wore
On his face, they can put somebody else in his place and restore
The state, the illusion that it's safe
The faith, that being a slave is so great
As gas fills the room and rockets destroy
Everything around him he stands to find himself surround
By thousands of soldiers that his once trained
To never miss their targets, heartless
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness
Please to make your acquaintance
Salutations, Kanechiwa
Hello end of the world
How are you? I do fine
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Hey there darkness, hey there sunshine
Hello not at all, hello all the time
Hello nowhere, hello oblivion
Hello goodbye
Hello darkness, hello sunshine
Definite, uncool
Writer: SARAH ASSBRING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Die
[ Featuring Gemstones ]
I present the death of The Cool
Well I herd like groups of cows
That all your enemies wanna shoot you down
They got AK-47's and a bunch of Mac-11's
Semi-automatic weapons that produce ka-pows
Word on the street is they all got heaters
They gon' hit you up, you ain't even gonna see it
You got a lot of money, I ain't tryin' to be funny
But they say where you goin', you ain't even gonna need it
I seen you ridin' round, shinin' with your fine round
Diamonds, pretty green eyed lady
Been on the sideline, plottin' while you prime time, poppin'
Hungry niggas want a piece of your pastry
I suggest you protect your bakery cause they comin' for your head
And there's a bounty on the chain that's hangin' from your neck, you see
I don't know what you been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta (die!)
I don't know what you been told in your ear
But here's what's goin' round, somebody gotta (die!)
Hit a nigga, put the mini Mac strap, clap
Any nigga think he gettin' G's down here
Enemy to any nigga gettin' money on my honey
Man I heard Michael Young is the real clown here
Run upon a nigga from the back with a Mac
Gon' be strapped cause a nigga finna' squeeze off ten
Run upon this nigga 'lac, rat-a-tat-tat
Click-clack, where this nigga at? I needs in
Shit is going down if ever I see him
Rub a nigga out like Oxy 10
And keep a couple of dollars up in the wallet
To pay the cops so they can never box me in
That's what I'm thinkin' 'bout
Ridin' around polishin' this big pistol
I'mma catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam
So, until we meet again, nigga, it's cool
I don't know what you been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta (die!)
Know what you been told in your ear
But here's what's goin' round, somebody gotta (die!)
Don't pay them niggas no mind, they hatin' on you
Ain't nobody with a shotty out plannin' to do a robbery
Itchin' to catch a body creepin'
In the stolen jalopy out there waitin' on you
I'm sittin' in this stolen car finna rob this nigga
Should I let the mini Mac or the shotgun hit him?
I been waitin' all day tryin' to spot this nigga
I can't let him get away I'mma pop this nigga, uh!
Plus they don't know about the choppa in the trunk
The Glocks in the box and the 9 on tuck
The bulletproof glass, the 40 in the stash
I pull the steering wheel and it pop all up
40 caliber stashed up in his dash box
Bulletproof windows you couldn't break 'em with a pad lock
Ak in the trunk, where the sounds bump
2 twin Glock 40's, and a 9 in his damn crotch
Man, we finna go up in this club, show a little love
Get a few drinks, holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some dro' in the air then go get some grub
They finna go up in the club, show a little love
Get a few drinks, holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some dro in the air then catch a few slugs
Hey, hey, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee
And don't go nowhere, nigga wait for me
And if some niggas do kill ya in the next few minutes
Just remember, my nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Ay, ay hold this right there
I'll be, I'll be right back, I gotta take a piss man hold on
Fa sho, ay man, ay don't leave I'll be right back
Ay don't leave I'll be back
Hurry your ass up man, damn
Coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what
Hustla for life!
Ay man, nigga hurry your ass up, shit
I'mma cool ass nigga man
F*ckin' three in the mornin'
I'm the coolest muthaf*cka in the world, man
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me man
Nigga I'm high, smokin' fly ass car
I run these muthaf*ckin' streets, and these niggas out here lookin' for me
Man I wish a muthaf*cka' would
Ay, nigga hurry your ass up, nigga! Damn
Whats up now nigga?
Ain't to cool now is you nigga?
Writer: Gemstones, Rudolph Loyola Lopez, Wasalu Jaco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Put You On Game
Let me put you on game
Don't you know that I run this place
And I've begun this race
Must I rerun this pace
I'm the reason it's become this way
And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised
They love my darkness, I make them heartless
And in return they have become my martyrs
I've been in the poem of many a poet
And I reside in the art of many a artist
Some of your smartest have tried to articulate
My whole part in this
But they're fruitless in their harvest
The dro grows from my footsteps
I'm the one that they follow
I am the one that they march with
Through the back alleys and the black markets
The Oval offices, crack-houses, and apartments
Through the mazes of the queens
The pages of the sages and the chambers of the kings
Through the veinses of the fiends
A paper chaser's pager, yo, I'm famous on the scene
One of the oldest, most ancientest things
Speak every single language on the planet, y'kna mean?
I am the American dream
The rape of Africa, the undying machine
The overpriced medicine, the murderous regime
The tough guy's front and the one behind the scenes
I am the blood of this city
Its gas, water, and electricity
I'm its gym, and its math, and its history
The gunshots in the class
And you can't pass if you're missin', G
I taught them better than that
I taught them aim for the head and hope they never come back
I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby, hope he never comes back
I hope he's with your mother with my hustlers high in my trap
I hope you die in his trash
I can't help it all I hear when you're crying is laughs
I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag
Behind the hospital, little baby crack addicts had
Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper
A welfare-receiving prostitute and gold digger
You can watch on TV how they should properly depict you
The rivers shall flow with liquor, quench your thirst on my elixirs
I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor
The trusted misleader, the number one defender
And from a throne of their bones I rule
These fools are my fuel, so I make them cool
Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool
And feed them from the table that held Corleone's food
If you die, tell them that you played my game
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name
Cause I'm the
Don't you know that I run this place
And I've begun this race
Must I rerun this pace
I'm the reason it's become this way
And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised
They love my darkness, I make them heartless
And in return they have become my martyrs
I've been in the poem of many a poet
And I reside in the art of many a artist
Some of your smartest have tried to articulate
My whole part in this
But they're fruitless in their harvest
The dro grows from my footsteps
I'm the one that they follow
I am the one that they march with
Through the back alleys and the black markets
The Oval offices, crack-houses, and apartments
Through the mazes of the queens
The pages of the sages and the chambers of the kings
Through the veinses of the fiends
A paper chaser's pager, yo, I'm famous on the scene
One of the oldest, most ancientest things
Speak every single language on the planet, y'kna mean?
I am the American dream
The rape of Africa, the undying machine
The overpriced medicine, the murderous regime
The tough guy's front and the one behind the scenes
I am the blood of this city
Its gas, water, and electricity
I'm its gym, and its math, and its history
The gunshots in the class
And you can't pass if you're missin', G
I taught them better than that
I taught them aim for the head and hope they never come back
I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby, hope he never comes back
I hope he's with your mother with my hustlers high in my trap
I hope you die in his trash
I can't help it all I hear when you're crying is laughs
I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag
Behind the hospital, little baby crack addicts had
Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper
A welfare-receiving prostitute and gold digger
You can watch on TV how they should properly depict you
The rivers shall flow with liquor, quench your thirst on my elixirs
I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor
The trusted misleader, the number one defender
And from a throne of their bones I rule
These fools are my fuel, so I make them cool
Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool
And feed them from the table that held Corleone's food
If you die, tell them that you played my game
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name
Cause I'm the
Writer: SIMONSAYZ, WASALU JACO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Fighters
[ Featuring Matthew Santos ]
When the fighters all around
All the lovers are on the ground
No one will save you anymore
So wha'ts happenin', whachu you rappin about
Lets see boy
Is it cars, is it girls
Is it money
The world
Or is it somethin they could never believe
Or is it somethin you could never achieve
Is it beyond your means, is it inside your dreams
Can it never come out cause its scared to, unprepared to
To worry about the words of the people is weird too
You don't want em to hear you
You just wish it was a door that would appear
That you can go disappear through
Well I'm feelin your pain, I was feelin the same
When the fighters all around
All the lovers are on the ground
No one will save you anymore
So what's happenin', whachu you rappin about
Lets see boy
Is it cars, is it girls
Is it money
The world
Man, I really miss my pops
Hope that god watches over him and that hes on top
That there is no more disease and that he's alright
That hes one of the generals inside the army of the light
And grandma, you know I had to bite somethin from ya
So after every show its peace, and much love to ya
Auntie tweetys on the way please look out for that girl
I know we'll meet again so it's never me against the world
When the fighters all around
All the lovers are on the ground
No one will save you anymore
So what's happenin', whachu you rappin about
Lets see boy
Is it cars, is it girls
Is it money
The world
I hope that god forgive us all of us sinners
Turn us back into beginners put us up where the winners go
Holy apartments in the gardens in which the rivers flow
Thank you for all your blessins and all of your miracles
I thank all my fans and all my supports
Shout out to bishop g congrats on ya new baby daughter
I tip my hat to all my family and friends
Now we just got one more to go l-u-p-END
When the fighters all around
All the lovers are on the ground
No one will save you anymore
So what's happenin', whachu you rappin about
Lets see boy
Is it cars, is it girls
Is it money
The world
Writer: Rudolph Loyola Lopez, Wasalu Jaco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Go Baby
[ Featuring Gemstones ]
Where my ladies at? I say where my ladies at?
Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at
And for you baby, I'll be your maniac
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And you don't have to worry about nothin'
'Cause every time I see you, baby you'll be rollin' with me
Oh I'll be on the side lines rootin' for my dime
Holdin' up my sign and it say
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
There my lady at, I say there my lady at
That's my honey, if I giver her money
She ain't gotta pay me back
No you ain't gotta pay me back
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I'll forever give my love
'Cause when I'm down you always put a smile on me
And when all my strengths up and I'm about to give up
And I need a lift up, I'll hear you say
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
She loves me, she loves me more
A more means she's a shore, she adores me
Even when it's up and down like sea-saw
Surely we can start from scratch like default
When they say your not my baby like Maury
You can tell 'em that they tellin' a story
Testify like you're tellin' a jury
And I'll repeat like it you said it before me
We undefeated like a veteran army
And we as heavy as an elephant aren't we?
Let's take 'em to a zoo or better yet a safari
Women let me ding like the fella from Masai
Now we go back like a set of Atari
From baby fat to skeletons darlin'
Me starin' you what it says in the marque
So let's go give 'em a show all my honkers say
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
You're my sure fire, superstar, sure shy
Firecracker, extravaganza, fantastic
Super size, extra cheese, you best believe
You're my sure fire, superstar, sure shy
Firecracker, extravaganza, fantastic
Super size, extra cheese, yes indeed
Where my ladies at? I say where my ladies at?
Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at
And for you baby, I'll be your maniac
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And you don't have to worry about nothin'
'Cause every time I see you, baby you'll be rollin' with me
Oh I'll be on the side lines, rootin' for my dime
Holdin' up my sign and it say
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Writer: Gemstones, Rudolph Loyola Lopez, Wasalu Jaco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (commonly referred as The Cool) is the second studio album by American rapper Lupe Fiasco. It was released on December 18, 2007, by 1st & 15th Entertainment and Atlantic Records. Recording sessions took place during 2006 to 2007, with Lupe Fiasco himself, alongside Charles Patton (Chilly) serving as the records executive producers. A concept album, The Cool was based upon the song and a title character from his debut album, Food & Liquor (2006). The album features guest appearances from Gemini, Snoop Dogg and Matthew Santos, while the production was provided by Patrick Stump, Soundtrakk and Unkle, among others.
The album debuted at number 15 on the US Billboard 200, selling 143,407 copies in its first week. The album debuted as the number-one rap record and remained for 9 weeks. As of 2022 the album has been certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). At the 2009 Grammy Awards, the album was nominated for the Best Rap Album.
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Lupe FiascoThe album debuted at number 15 on the US Billboard 200, selling 143,407 copies in its first week. The album debuted as the number-one rap record and remained for 9 weeks. As of 2022 the album has been certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). At the 2009 Grammy Awards, the album was nominated for the Best Rap Album.
Genre(s): Progressive hip hop
Length: 70:56
Released: December 18th, 2007
Year: 2007