October 27, 2008

"Hurt Me Soul" -- Lupe Fiasco

Lupe who? Lupe FIASCO!

It never ceases to completely baffle me as to why there are so many "hip-hop" fans out there that do not have the slightest idea of who Lupe Fiasco is. I could throw up many times over on account of this fact. Yeah, yeah, there are those that know who Lupe is but hate him because he "dissed" A Tribe Called Quest about a year ago when he said he never listened to them growing up. I could see how you could take offense to that but in the end, who the fuck cares, right?!

Lupe is dope, sick, and undeniably one of the freshest flow artists of the new "backpack rap" genre. His most recent album, The Cool, showcased, not only his ability to spit like no one's business, but his ability to create a fictional story about how fucked up we are if we are "mainstream" chasing after "the Cool." The concept was incredible and worked....Matthew Santos, on the other hand, was played out a while back...

The album that gets hated on constantly is Food & Liquor, the debut from Lupe himself. The main argument is that he tried to hard to be different and the music was whack. Not the case, though, with this song from that album, probably the best one on the album. Yeah, this is verse of the day, but these verses were so sick that they deserve to be all inclusive....so read 'em aloud and notice the insane flow of the lyrics that he spits.

Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Album: Food & Liquor
Song: Hurt Me Soul
"Now I ain't tryna be the greatest/I used to hate hip-hop... yup, because the women degraded/But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it/A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited half/Omittin the word "bitch," cursin I wouldn't say it/Me and dog couldn't relate, til a bitch I dated/Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike/But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked/Yeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealin/But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin/Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks/For children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins with pots/Coupled with compositions from Pac/ Nas's "It Was Written"In the mix with my realities and feelings/Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic vision I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop/My mom can't feed me, my boyfriend beats me/I have sex for money, the hood don't love me/The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me/And I got noooo place to gooo/They bomb my village, they call us killers/Took me off they welfare, can't afford they health care/My teacher won't teach me, my master beats me/And it huuurts meee soooul/I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott/'Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti/I'm thinkin golly, God guard me from the ungodly/But by my 30th watchin of "Streets is Watchin"I was back to givin props again and that was botherin /Bout as uncomfortable as an untouchable touchin you/The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was comin true/And it was all becoming cool I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum into and thought/What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they drop it/The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it/It seems I was seein the same scene adopted/Prevalent in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it/They said don't knock it, mind ya business/His business isn't mine and that nigga pimpin got it/They took my daughter, we ain't got no water/I can't get hired, they cross on fire/We all got suspended, I just got sentenced/So I got noooo place to gooo/They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time/They talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader/My father ain't seen me, turn off my TV/'Cause it huuurts meee soooul/So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening/Macintosh marketing/Oil field augering/Brazilian adolescent disarmament/Israeli occupationIslamic martyrdom, precise/Yeah, laser guided targetingOil for food bartering, and terrorist organization harborin/Sand camouflage army men/CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin/Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin /String theory ponderin, bulimic vomitin/Catholic priest fondlin, preemptive bombin and Osama and Obama and them/They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and/All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like tha/tThey say I'm infected, this is why I injected/I had it aborted, we got deported/My laptop got spyware, they say that I can't lie here/But I got noooo place to gooo/I can't stop eatin, my best friend's leavin/My pastor touched me, I love this country/I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me/'Cause it huuurts meee soooul"

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