Biografia:
Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, (*16 de febrero de 1982) más conocido por su nombre artístico Lupe Fiasco, es un rapero estadounidense y ganador del premio Grammy, con 2 álbumes en el mercado.
Wasalu nació y se crió en la ciudad de Chicago, siendo el quinto de 9 hermanos, y estudió en la Thornton Township High School de Illinois, donde comenzó a escuchar rap y a interesarse por el hip hop. Su apodo Lupe Fiasco viene de una extensión de su anterior apodo Lu (a Lupe) tomándolo prestado a un antiguo compañero de clase
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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
Am
Wa-ves... you say waves, I say wa-ves
Am
Kaepernick, waddup?
Am
I knew they was gonna do that to you
Am
But it's all good, though
Am
You gotta' stand up for something, know what I'm talking about?
Am
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
Am
Gravitons, orbit around my halo space, halo space
Am
Little Debbie crumbs and potato flakes
C Em
Junkyard food meets 808s
Am
Better say your grace
Am
Stay your place, play your bass
Am
And wait on a upright
C
Right up to them niggas that don't like us
Em
Writer, fiber optics on high fiber
Am
Move
Am
Quick like that, no, I go as, "ain't shit like that"
Am
Magnum entendre, rollin' on a rubber
Am C Em
Hit Virgin for the album, I was floatin' on the cover
Am
I pit my car, they let a lad in
Am
I was floatin' on the cover, made a message out a mess
Am
Got 'em clothes up the flow and taught 'em how to dress
C
Made a space so they can milk this way
Em
Had 'em open up the udders
Am
Broken off hat had folks in all colors
Am
I wish a nigga would try and open y'all shutters
C
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
Em
And red and white chukkas
Am
Why you goin' all hard tho?
Am
NASCAR star got bars by the carload
Am
You know LF won to come out the top
C Em
But for this ten I'ma just open up the car door
Am
And my deepness
Am
Might spit the stash box sequence that I open up the cargo
Am C
If I break it down to your lil homie, might get a nigga CARTO
Em
You ain't gotta worry 'bout ours tho
Am
DROGAS Light, DROGAS
Am
And I might drop SKULLS as an art show
Am
K-dot wants stretch marks
C Em
I wanna own everything that's west of the best parts
Am
K.R.I.T., everything from the legs down
Am
Mickey Factz, everything where the neck starts
Am C Em
Necklace, head heart, go, get set, mark, oh
[Hook]
Am
Turn the mics up
Am
Like a nigga 'round fight club
C
And the fuzz came through to indict us
Em Am
But it's an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
Am
I be speaking it right
Am C Em
But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Am
Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
Am Am C
But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Em
All right, all right, oh Lord
[Verse 2]
Am
But, I’m back to the mentally
Am
And it’s not about natural ability
Am C
You would think that Kaep took a shat on the Statue of Liberty
Em
God damn
Am
It’s like we’re trapped in a memory
Am
Untrue facts where black is an injury
Am
It makes we wanna snap, just slap me an enemy
C Em
Then go into the back and just rap to infinity
Am
Fuck, be more like Chance
Am
Solo acts be more like bands
Am
Adversaries be more like fans
C Em
BDs and GDs be more like fam
Am
I’m just vying for the summer
Am
Women lie, men lie
Am
And everybody lie about the numbers
C
Hard to be smart when the only thing on your mind
Em
Is dying from a thumper
Am
I know I’m weird but nigga it’s real
Am
Better to hear it from a nigga like Lu
Am
Before you hear it from a nigga like Trump
C Em
Talking to a nigga like you
Oh Lord
[Hook]
Am
Turn the mics up
Am
Like a nigga 'round fight club
C
And the fuzz came through to indict us
Em Am
But it's an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
Am
I be speaking it right
Am C Em
But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Am
Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
Am Am C
But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Em
All right, all right, oh Lord
Am
Wa-ves... you say waves, I say wa-ves
Am
Kaepernick, waddup?
Am
I knew they was gonna do that to you
Am
But it's all good, though
Am
You gotta' stand up for something, know what I'm talking about?
Am
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
Am
Gravitons, orbit around my halo space, halo space
Am
Little Debbie crumbs and potato flakes
C Em
Junkyard food meets 808s
Am
Better say your grace
Am
Stay your place, play your bass
Am
And wait on a upright
C
Right up to them niggas that don't like us
Em
Writer, fiber optics on high fiber
Am
Move
Am
Quick like that, no, I go as, "ain't shit like that"
Am
Magnum entendre, rollin' on a rubber
Am C Em
Hit Virgin for the album, I was floatin' on the cover
Am
I pit my car, they let a lad in
Am
I was floatin' on the cover, made a message out a mess
Am
Got 'em clothes up the flow and taught 'em how to dress
C
Made a space so they can milk this way
Em
Had 'em open up the udders
Am
Broken off hat had folks in all colors
Am
I wish a nigga would try and open y'all shutters
C
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
Em
And red and white chukkas
Am
Why you goin' all hard tho?
Am
NASCAR star got bars by the carload
Am
You know LF won to come out the top
C Em
But for this ten I'ma just open up the car door
Am
And my deepness
Am
Might spit the stash box sequence that I open up the cargo
Am C
If I break it down to your lil homie, might get a nigga CARTO
Em
You ain't gotta worry 'bout ours tho
Am
DROGAS Light, DROGAS
Am
And I might drop SKULLS as an art show
Am
K-dot wants stretch marks
C Em
I wanna own everything that's west of the best parts
Am
K.R.I.T., everything from the legs down
Am
Mickey Factz, everything where the neck starts
Am C Em
Necklace, head heart, go, get set, mark, oh
[Hook]
Am
Turn the mics up
Am
Like a nigga 'round fight club
C
And the fuzz came through to indict us
Em Am
But it's an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
Am
I be speaking it right
Am C Em
But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Am
Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
Am Am C
But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Em
All right, all right, oh Lord
[Verse 2]
Am
But, I’m back to the mentally
Am
And it’s not about natural ability
Am C
You would think that Kaep took a shat on the Statue of Liberty
Em
God damn
Am
It’s like we’re trapped in a memory
Am
Untrue facts where black is an injury
Am
It makes we wanna snap, just slap me an enemy
C Em
Then go into the back and just rap to infinity
Am
Fuck, be more like Chance
Am
Solo acts be more like bands
Am
Adversaries be more like fans
C Em
BDs and GDs be more like fam
Am
I’m just vying for the summer
Am
Women lie, men lie
Am
And everybody lie about the numbers
C
Hard to be smart when the only thing on your mind
Em
Is dying from a thumper
Am
I know I’m weird but nigga it’s real
Am
Better to hear it from a nigga like Lu
Am
Before you hear it from a nigga like Trump
C Em
Talking to a nigga like you
Oh Lord
[Hook]
Am
Turn the mics up
Am
Like a nigga 'round fight club
C
And the fuzz came through to indict us
Em Am
But it's an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
Am
I be speaking it right
Am C Em
But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Am
Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
Am Am C
But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Em
All right, all right, oh Lord
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