Biography:
Wasalu Muhammad Jaco (born February 16, 1982 in Chicago, Illinois), better known by his stage name Lupe Fiasco, is a Grammy Award-winning American hip-hop artist and producer. He first became known to the mainstream hip-hop community in 2005 when he appeared on Kanye West's album Late Registration on the track "Touch the Sky." In 2006 Lupe released his debut album, Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor on Atlantic Records, and in December 2007 he released his second full length album, Lupe Fiasco's The Cool .
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Other songs:
- Solar Midnite
- Superstar
- The Show Goes On
- And He Gets The Girl
- Ankhher
- Battle Scars
- Beautiful Lasers
- City Of The Year
- Daydreamin
- Dopamine
- Free Chilly
- Gold Watch
- Im Beaming
- Its Not Design
- Kills
- Kneelin On Needles
- Never Forget You
- Ngl
- Old School Love
- Pick Up The Phone
- Till I Get There
- Tranquillo
- Words I Never Said
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[Verse 1]
Am
Balance
A drunken ground for my niggas
C
But what if up was down for the liquor?
Am
Then pour in something stiffer
Filter mud from the champagne on blood
C
Might just milk a tub out my hand vein
Am
Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes
C
What a dream! What I mean? Idealize
Am
You see the storm brewing way up in the heaven
C
A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
Am
And the bed made of women
C
Who came first with a head made of chickens?
Am
Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making mission
C
With X-rated visions
Am
And the glass
C
I wish that I could live inside jazz
As hecklers shackle magpie
Am
Note-blowing standard
Scat over improvised ragtime
C
Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime
[Hook]
Am
Feather me or let it be
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Tether me or sever me
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Definitely won’t set me free
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
No, she look like a set of keys
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
[Verse 2]
Am
May I die from a hand that is not black
C
Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
Am
At the spot where he was unchained
C
To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains
Am C Am
Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain't here to judge him
C Am
I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted
C
It's the day, it's judgement
(Ankh:hers)
Am
For the sippers and the drinkers
C
Lift her by the shoulders like hangers
Am
Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers
C
Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no mash for the bangers
Am
Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger
C
Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
Am
I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my shaft
C
You just bass to the anglers (hooked)
Am
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919
C
Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene
Am
Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white queens
C
Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin
[Hook]
Am
Feather me or let it be
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Tether me or sever me
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Definitely won’t set me free
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
No, she look like a set of keys
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
[Verse 3]
Am
Has the moon killed the sun yet?
C
Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
Am
A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh
C
Hung sweats on the radiator
Two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers
Am
Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators
C
Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of paper
Am
Will we eliminate the innovators?
C
Will we commemorate the imitators?
Am
You are now set tripping with eliminators
C
Life givin' persimmons
So now your lemons persimmon flavored
Am
Why you mixing different neighbors? Spike it
C
Now the wrists are slitting razors
(Ankh:hers)
Am
The benefits of red wine
C
Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine
Am
Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips
C
Well-designed to keep from liftin' shit
[Hook]
Am
Feather me or let it be
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Tether me or sever me
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Definitely won’t set me free
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
No, she look like a set of keys
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Balance
A drunken ground for my niggas
C
But what if up was down for the liquor?
Am
Then pour in something stiffer
Filter mud from the champagne on blood
C
Might just milk a tub out my hand vein
Am
Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes
C
What a dream! What I mean? Idealize
Am
You see the storm brewing way up in the heaven
C
A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
Am
And the bed made of women
C
Who came first with a head made of chickens?
Am
Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making mission
C
With X-rated visions
Am
And the glass
C
I wish that I could live inside jazz
As hecklers shackle magpie
Am
Note-blowing standard
Scat over improvised ragtime
C
Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime
[Hook]
Am
Feather me or let it be
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Tether me or sever me
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Definitely won’t set me free
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
No, she look like a set of keys
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
[Verse 2]
Am
May I die from a hand that is not black
C
Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
Am
At the spot where he was unchained
C
To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains
Am C Am
Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain't here to judge him
C Am
I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted
C
It's the day, it's judgement
(Ankh:hers)
Am
For the sippers and the drinkers
C
Lift her by the shoulders like hangers
Am
Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers
C
Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no mash for the bangers
Am
Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger
C
Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
Am
I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my shaft
C
You just bass to the anglers (hooked)
Am
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919
C
Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene
Am
Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white queens
C
Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin
[Hook]
Am
Feather me or let it be
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Tether me or sever me
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Definitely won’t set me free
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
No, she look like a set of keys
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
[Verse 3]
Am
Has the moon killed the sun yet?
C
Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
Am
A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh
C
Hung sweats on the radiator
Two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers
Am
Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators
C
Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of paper
Am
Will we eliminate the innovators?
C
Will we commemorate the imitators?
Am
You are now set tripping with eliminators
C
Life givin' persimmons
So now your lemons persimmon flavored
Am
Why you mixing different neighbors? Spike it
C
Now the wrists are slitting razors
(Ankh:hers)
Am
The benefits of red wine
C
Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine
Am
Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips
C
Well-designed to keep from liftin' shit
[Hook]
Am
Feather me or let it be
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Tether me or sever me
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
Definitely won’t set me free
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
Am
No, she look like a set of keys
C
(My nigga, what's up?)
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