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Lupe Fiasco

Lupe Fiasco

“Kick, Push II”

Look at what we did, came a long way from Dirty Ghetto Kids (Uh, yeah)
Look at what we did, came a long way from Dirty Ghetto Kids (Yeah)
You know what it is (Haha, uh, uh, come on)
When the cops didn’t find him for grindin’ though
They kinda blew the vibe, figured it was time to go
Plus, he had to at home a long time ago
And he had made like ten dollars off the sign he wrote
It read: “A little hungry, and need a little money, it’s for my little sister, and her little tummy.”
Wasn’t lyin’ though didn’t go buy hydro
Went to the restaurant and bought two gyros
‘Cause he knew they wasn’t cooking where he lived
Da-kook-akook-akook’s now took him to the crib
A little hurt from the rail he took into the ribs
Right bast the pushers who couldn’t underdig
“What’s the use of pushin’ if you ain’t pushin’ none of this”
If i kick with y’all I’m just pushin’ for a bit
But, what was on his mind had pushed him to the lid
They best customer wasn’t cooking for a kid
Yes sir

So he kick, push
Over his shoulders he swore he’d never look
‘Cause wasn’t nothin’ back there but the blackness
Life wasn’t too attractive (Yeah, uh)
And so he kick, push
Over his shoulders he swore he’d never look
‘Cause wasn’t nothin’ back there but the blackness
Life wasn’t too attractive (yeah)

You see his mom was a crackhead and his father couldn’t be contacted
He lived with being different, was combated
Amongst the other things on his young, black head
And see, his girl was a white girl
But, just cause she was white, see her life wasn’t light-world
She, too had the drama thick
Had a daddy and a momma, but her daddy used to momma hit
Daddy caught something, chasing fatties made her momma sick
Couldn’t afford the medicine, pimped it to the pharmacist
As suicidal feelings would rise, switch over to transitions, helped her conquer it
Pays for her momma’s pills with a sponsership
A cell phone bill and a Honda kit Uh-huh
And that’s why she skates with him
Someone to feel her pain and her place to be

That’s why, that’s why, that’s why she kick, push
Over her shoulders she swore she’d never look
‘Cause wasn’t nothin’ back there but the blackness
Life wasn’t too attractive (Yeah, uh)
That’s why she kick, push
Over his shoulders she swore she’d never look
‘Cause wasn’t nothin’ back there but the blackness
Life wasn’t too attractive (yeah)

A traveling band of misfits and outcasts
Knock their heads from Misfits to Outkast
A lot of scars, they did this without pads
A lot of hearts, who did this without dads
One’s father was fithy rich, two was middle class, and one was homeless
Add in a paralyzed girl in a wheelchair who just liked to watch it, that was the whole clique
I think about it everytime I see this old flick
That was taken in the park, in front of this old bench
They wrote on the back, “You thank for push, kick, hope you make a video, the beat is so sick.”
Well, I did, I hope you seen it It’s on MTV, Soundtrakk’s a genius
Love from Tony Hawk, beat from the Ice Creamer’s
Before we out it out had to pay the fillipinas
Just to show ’em how…

You kick, push
Over your shoulders you swore you’d never look
‘Cause wasn’t nothin’ back there but the blackness
Life wasn’t too attractive (Yeah, uh)
That’s why you kick, push
Over your shoulders you swore you’d never look
‘Cause wasn’t nothin’ back there but the blackness
Life wasn’t too attractive (yeah)

Lupe Fiasco is right up there with the best..
Lupe Fiasco the makes the shitty rappers look even more pathetic..
Lupe Fiasco is absolutely amazing..
Lupe Fiasco is the man..
Lupe Fiasco raps about the stuff that matter..
Lupe Fiasco is God..
Lupe Fiasco is free..

Free..

“American Terrorist”

Close your mind
close your eyes
see with your heart
how do you forgive the murderer of your father?
the ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr

we came through the storm nooses on our necks
and a smallpox blanket to keep us warm
on a 747 on the pentagon lawn
wake up the alarm clock is connected to a bomb
anthrax lab on a w. Virginia farm
shorty ain’t learned to walk already heavily armed
civilians and little children is especially harmed
camouflaged Torahs, Bibles and glorious qurans
the books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there
have become misinterpreted, reasons for warfare
we read ’em with blind eyes I guarantee you there’s more there
the rich must be blind because they didn’t see the poor there
need to open up a park, just close 10 schools
we don’t need ’em
can you please call the fire department they’re down here marching for freedom
burn down their TV’s, turn their TV’s on to teach ’em

The more money that they make
the more money that they make
the better and better they live
whatever they wanna take
whatever they wanna take
whatever whatever it is
the more that you wanna learn
the more that you try to learn
the better and better it gets
American Terrorist
(Terror)

now the poor klu klux man see that we’re all brothers not because things are the same because we lack the same
color that’s green, now that’s mean
cant burn his cross cause he can’t afford the gasoline
now if a Muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus
with the seconds running give you the jitters?
just imagine an American-based Christian organization planning to poison water supplies to bring the second-coming quicker
nigga they ain’t living properly
break ’em off a little democracy
turn their whole culture to a mockery
give ’em Coca-Cola for their property
give ’em gum, give ’em guns, get ’em young, give ’em fun
if they ain’t giving it up, then they ain’t getting none and don’t give ’em all naw, man, just give ’em some its
the paper, some of these cops must be al-qaeda

It’s like
don’t give the black man food, give red man liquor
red man fool, black man nigga
give yellow man tool, make him railroad boulder
also give him pan, make him pull gold from river give black man crack, glocks and things, give red man
craps, slot machines…

Terror Man.. Free.. And Matthew Santos Can Sing!! Gethu Floo..

No Surprises

A heart that’s full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won’t heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don’t, they don’t speak for us
I’ll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent.

Thalaivaa!

I met actor Vivek at Dubai Airport… Thalaivaa… 🙂

Thala

Thalaivaa!

It actually took me a few mins to realise it was him because as you can see he looks so different! I just could have never imagined him without his moustache and the kinda glasses he was wearing and his voice and stuff were so different. And when I finally realised it was Thala sitting a few chairs to my left, I just couldn’t help reaching for my camera.

You can never guess how different the actors really are off the screens. Amazing differences. Thala isn’t even smiling for my photo and looked a semma serious guy.

Anyway, I think he’s the only actor liked by everyone I know.

Absolute Legend…