I keep him happy 'cause I might fall out if he cries
Scared of heights so I might pass out if he flies
Keep him on autopilot 'cause I can't drive
Room enough for one, I tell my homies they can't ride
Unless we sittin' on the shoulders, but that's way too high
Let's try not to step on the children
The news cameras filmin' this walkin' project buildin'
And now there's hoes sellin' hoes like right around the toes
And the crackheads beg at about the lower leg
There's crooked police that's stationed at the knees
And they do drive-bys like, up and down the thighs
And there's a car chase goin' on at the waist
Keep a vest on my chest
I'm sittin' in my room as I'm lookin' out the face
Somethin' to write about
I've still got some damage from fighting the White House
-- Lupe Fiasco - Daydreamin'
Rappers is talkin' to me as if we in the same boat
I tell them quick, "No, I move coke!"
And you and I don't share no common bond
So forgive me if I don't receive you with open arms
It shames me to no end
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs and at the same time, cry
Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls, and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
I seen them pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shit
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact
I live for my kids and theirs and them young'ns after that
-- Clipse (Malice) - I'm Not You
I tell them quick, "No, I move coke!"
And you and I don't share no common bond
So forgive me if I don't receive you with open arms
It shames me to no end
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs and at the same time, cry
Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls, and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
I seen them pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shit
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact
I live for my kids and theirs and them young'ns after that
-- Clipse (Malice) - I'm Not You
So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpenin'
Macintosh marketin'
Oil field augerin'
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation
Islamic martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser guided targetin'
Oil-for-food barterin', terrorist organisation harbourin'
Sand camouflage army men
CCF sponsorin', world conquerin', telephone monitorin'
Louis Vuitton modellin', pornographic actress honourin'
String theory ponderin', bulimic vomitin'
Catholic priest fondlin', pre-emptive bombin' and Osama and Obama and 'em
They breakin' in my car again, deforestation and overloggin' and
Henessy and Hpnotiq swallowin', hydroponic coughin' and
All the world's ills, sittin' on chrome 24-inch wheels
-- Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul
Visualisin' the realism of life and actuality
Fuck "Who's the baddest," a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is money-orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for my peeps who never made it
'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters
But somethin' must have got in us, 'cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin' to carry on tradition
Keepin' the effervescence(?) street ghetto essence inside us
'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
But as long as we believe in thievin' we'll be leavin' with some kind of dough
So, and 'till that day we expire and turn to vapours
Me and my capers'll be somewhere stackin' plenty papers
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
-- AZ - Life's a Bitch (by Nas)
Fuck "Who's the baddest," a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is money-orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for my peeps who never made it
'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters
But somethin' must have got in us, 'cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin' to carry on tradition
Keepin' the effervescence(?) street ghetto essence inside us
'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
But as long as we believe in thievin' we'll be leavin' with some kind of dough
So, and 'till that day we expire and turn to vapours
Me and my capers'll be somewhere stackin' plenty papers
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
-- AZ - Life's a Bitch (by Nas)
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What it do? This is my second time writing this entry; not enough of my net stuffing up and too much saving a draft copy. Good times. But, since SOMEONE is insisting that I blog, even though she's the one overseas on holiday, I'll be nice and actually make an effort with this.
Anyways! Got the idea for this back when I was planning my 2006 wrap-up entry. My original idea was to just post the Lupe verses as a means of justifying my choice of Food & Liquor as the best album of the year. Then, a couple of days back, I was listening to Lord Willin' and came across Malice's gem of a verse, so I decided to look for more to add. Eventually just settled on AZ's classic Life's a Bitch verse; would add more if I wasn't so lazy. Same excuse for not adding the second Daydreamin' verse.
Anywho, I realise that there are a bunch of contradictions in terms of the subject matter in the verses I chose, but the point of it was to just get a bunch of verses that were full of HOT FIRE. Anyways, later days!
- marty..
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