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Lupe's Greatest Verse?


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Don't you know that I run this place
And I've begun this race
Must I rerun this pace
I'm the reason it's become this way
And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised
They love my darkness, I make them heartless
And in return they have become my martyrs
I've been in the poem of many a poet
And I reside in the art of many a artist
Some of your smartest have tried to articulate
My whole part in this
But they're fruitless in their harvest
The dro grows from my footsteps
I'm the one that they follow
I am the one that they march with
Through the back alleys and the black markets
The Oval offices, crack-houses, and apartments
Through the mazes of the queens
The pages of the sages and the chambers of the kings
Through the veinses of the fiends
A paper chaser's pager, yo, I'm famous on the scene
One of the oldest, most ancientest things
Speak every single language on the planet, y'kna mean?
I am the American dream
The rape of Africa, the undying machine
The overpriced medicine, the murderous regime
The tough guy's front and the one behind the scenes
I am the blood of this city
Its gas, water, and electricity
I'm its gym, and its math, and its history
The gunshots in the class
And you can't pass if you're missin', G
I taught them better than that
I taught them aim for the head and hope they never come back
I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby, hope he never comes back
I hope he's with your mother with my hustlers high in my trap
I hope you die in his trash
I can't help it all I hear when you're crying is laughs
I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag
Behind the hospital, little baby crack addicts had
Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper
A welfare-receiving prostitute and gold digger
You can watch on TV how they should properly depict you
The rivers shall flow with liquor, quench your thirst on my elixirs
I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor
The trusted misleader, the number one defender
And from a throne of their bones I rule
These fools are my fuel, so I make them cool
Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool
And feed them from the table that held Corleone's food
If you die, tell them that you played my game
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name
Cause I'm the
 
Hurt me soul 1st verse

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
 
Yeah, uhh
And so it seems that I'm, sewing jeans
And, 1st and 15 is just a sewing machine
So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in seams
And, button in this hustling then publically I'm Buddy Lee
There's no bustin them and cuffing them is like
ushering in the regime, they want me to make Prince pants
But I withstand, I ain't gotten into that
A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back
Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye
Give 'em the game, that's like giving chocolate to the fat
Look, how you think I got here?
That's the same game that came through where I lived as a kid
in the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back
Made me a ripper, deliver like river
Content a little more thicker, slicker
Yeah, and they said oil and water don't mix
Now they all down at the beach washing off the fish
Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your ships
YEAH!
 
Lupe "of "

[Verse]
Young peerer over Dilla
Behind the mic like the wheel of a vehicular killer
The threading, put it together like a three minutes to wedding
In less than three minutes of meddling, over melody and grand piano peddlings
I do represent the mind like IQs, intelligent signs in our kinds of haiku
Cobra Kai turn high top fade to Caillou, who inspect a man stance and fight the kaiju
Way beyond a hundred kicks, breaking bottom bricks and he on number six
This is that “there should be a name for it”
Hideo should go and make a game for it
Mama should make you change for it
Kinda rap that sends jaguars running back into the rain forest
Plans over panic, when Superman scans deadpan over planets
Make the fat man hand over the ham jam and lamb and Spam sandwich
A face black eyes and hand-to-hand damage
Make ‘em believe you can manage to have swam the span, fam
It's Sesame the bird big, and the master plan mammoth
Yeah!
 
Ignorant Shit

And since im presently on the incline
I feel inclined to invite yall
In the mind im feelin real spiffy
Signed sealed illest label deal in the city
Check me and my fifty dollar fifty-nine fifty
Buyin diamonds is just no longer in me
So no more chains flooded watches on the right
Hand
I work like a Mexican spend like a white man
That's right man I could Bentley afford
Instead I coped a couple skateboards and
Some sneakers my kick game is crazy
Keep a french eyeglass a backstage pass and a
Model for a lady
Charlia stop winein I got a bottle ya babies
Don't get gassed up on what ya pomp-pomp [?]
Think
Cuz the heart still dark as my Bloncic ink [?]
But the real OG'S told me fall on back
You got a secret service now you call on that
If that ain't real mane I fall on tacks
Im feelin real good
I think I might post in here
And hold the westside down like itz a coast
This year
Bishop G they told me I should come down cousin
But I flatly refuse I ain't dumb down nuffin
Like BOW
Lovin the Chi right now
Comm Sense the Priest
Bump Jay ta chief
Kanye the champ
Twista man the Beast
Crucial still the king
Kato[?] rest in peace
And for those that ain't never met I
I own 1st and 15th im Lupe the Jedi
Jay don't mind me im just blowin my zone up
Doin it bout as fly as a maggot grown up
And still got a life that's back in the palms up
Just give me a foldin chair I ain't after the
Throne but
Got a broken left flow that ain't no body ain't touch
Just sayin if FnF ain't up
Friend naw
This ain't a pen this a paint brush and I intend to rearrange how they paint us
And..
 
Trials and Tribulations
Could go verse 1 also

[Verse 3]
Pops said they won't follow ya if your points is hollow
So it made vocal, the ad-lib I bring focal
To bad kid, shed light on troubled youth
Fed, egg rice and noodle soups
Explain all their rules and roots
But not enough to incriminate
Just enough to demonstrate
Why they're confused as youths
Are easily amused and consumed with hoops
Spar greedily for cubes and refused the truth
Followers, easily subdued by flutes
Swallowers, of anything the bandwagon hands them
Well listen to me, telling them to listen to me
Refuse my rules is ? scoop
I'm finna take you to my zone
Take you to my home, please remove your boots
Not the spook who sat by the door
But Lu' who slept on the floor
That you stepped over all these years
Waking up, coming back for yours
 
Ignorant Shit

And since im presently on the incline
I feel inclined to invite yall
In the mind im feelin real spiffy
Signed sealed illest label deal in the city
Check me and my fifty dollar fifty-nine fifty
Buyin diamonds is just no longer in me
So no more chains flooded watches on the right
Hand
I work like a Mexican spend like a white man
That's right man I could Bentley afford
Instead I coped a couple skateboards and
Some sneakers my kick game is crazy
Keep a french eyeglass a backstage pass and a
Model for a lady
Charlia stop winein I got a bottle ya babies
Don't get gassed up on what ya pomp-pomp [?]
Think
Cuz the heart still dark as my Bloncic ink [?]
But the real OG'S told me fall on back
You got a secret service now you call on that
If that ain't real mane I fall on tacks
Im feelin real good
I think I might post in here
And hold the westside down like itz a coast
This year
Bishop G they told me I should come down cousin
But I flatly refuse I ain't dumb down nuffin
Like BOW
Lovin the Chi right now
Comm Sense the Priest
Bump Jay ta chief
Kanye the champ
Twista man the Beast
Crucial still the king
Kato[?] rest in peace
And for those that ain't never met I
I own 1st and 15th im Lupe the Jedi
Jay don't mind me im just blowin my zone up
Doin it bout as fly as a maggot grown up
And still got a life that's back in the palms up
Just give me a foldin chair I ain't after the
Throne but
Got a broken left flow that ain't no body ain't touch
Just sayin if FnF ain't up
Friend naw
This ain't a pen this a paint brush and I intend to rearrange how they paint us
And..
Almost posted this
 
2nd verse Form Follows Function


o when that pond thaws and it's no longer Gretzky
That's when we jet ski
I got a catch up to myself, I kind of left me
Are the windows still blocked up? Let's see
Maybe see something we couldn't view before
Been in the stu' all day cooking food for thought
Now out the soup du jour for you and yours
Might find sushi for your soul, we call that moving raw
Lions won't cross the line
Cougars won't move a paw
Chickens won't cross the road
Dogs won't roof at all
Always had flow, just added a front door, roof, and walls
Hotter than the fire that into which Koopa falls
But that's only if you super dog
Sicker than when you use your dog to do assaults
You can never really tell just who's the fraud
Truth might still be alive like true and false
That's why I never really trust unless it's Lu endorsed
Sponsored by me and of course you know who enforced
Now that's three mis, like you warming up your vocal chords
Add a fourth if your vocals hoarse
Like Mister Ed
Get out of pocket have a horse's head in your bed
Now that's what I call a good night's rest
 
Absolute Fiasco

You know
My mind remain on gunplay
While y'all niggas sleep like Jermaine on Sunday
The heat stay packed like the train on Monday
Yes, I lick off the time you gotta be there, (nine)
Push by the time that you get off (five)
And I pump 8's till I reach lunch break (twelve)
It's bout the time that you get home (that's six)
That's the gist homes
That's the unofficial master plan
Minus any unforeseen traffic jams

Like my songs carrying the clubs like Bagger Vance
Or getting' caught by them long arms
Like Mr. Fantastic damn

But I can't fade like Fantastic Sams and taper off
I'm a better nigga man this is Edward Scissorhands with my back against the wall
Till I'm a V12 6er I'm a 130-round clipper
As if I was Elton Brand
But I could never leave Chicago

Unless heavily cargo, my jeans heavily argo
My stride is stiff see I rides as if
I don't need a helpin' hand, uh
Pride is this, never you see I is content
I'm slick I slde, I don't slip I ride

Don't flip I grind when the shit hits the fan
Like a line drive into the stands
The shoe fits the foot the mitt fits the hand
Misfits hollow tips hits ya man
Swallow nicks when dicks hit the land like
Snoop Dogg in his wheelchair

But I'm comin' from the Chi
And I flip pies
3 14-inch rims and they runnin' on the side
West that is, yes, F to the I (West Side) throw it up
Now back to the pies
Wasn't talking 'bout Snoop Dogg's wheels there

I am Farrahkahn with the Heroin
Salvatore Ferragamo on my feet
Pair of charms 'round my neck
Skeleton Vacheron on my arm
Gangsta, runnin the streets like marathon
With 26 Ks now lemme break it down I'm the leader of the pack
That's hard to believe if you fatiguin' in the back
I'm back to the master plan
I'm up front with the Africans
They swallow birds like Sylvester
It's the French connector Cooperstown collector
Yessuh my lifestyle's the shit
They shit lifestyles of that shit

Yeah
To sum it up I'm having a nice run
You have a nice one
Peace!
 
Not his greatest but just a little gem. Pre skateboard Lu was with the shit




I'm already knowing ya'll cowards at heart
And I'm prone to school niggas like Howard and Clark
Any youngin' get it crunk is surrounded by chalk
Niggas is street...where the kid is highway
And I'm known to sling bricks like Craig in Friday
Steam clips and hold submachines sideways
It's not a game, akhi
I even aim my stray shots with stones the size of raindrops
200 all in the same watch
And you don't want to owe me money like Kain pops
24/7, I'm always here like the theme from Bay Watch
With 'Caine, rock, and Trainspot
They all cooking the same, hooking your brain
Like Sugar Shane, I'll leave you shook and ashamed
It's essential, smell me?
Run this wisdom 'cross your nose
I'm a hustler, I ran them chickens 'cross the road
It's not a joke. I made chickens cross the road
Lay the mack down, run this pimpin' 'cross your hoes
Pick the mack up, you sponging stitching up your hoes
Flip your Lac truck
You're running tripping over your clothes
I'ma seize ya, I'll make you a believer
You the type to get charged like Visas
Get in the bing and sing like divas
Buck shots leave your face looking like receivers
Stay on my op, stay on the block, and stay on the top
Like freezers, I'm over the wall
Running from blood hounds and retrievers
I don't like you and I don't fuck with him either, so give me three meters
I bang nigga
 
When it comes to the lyrics my nigga is undeniably one of the

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