About "Touch The Sky" album:
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"Touch The Sky" by Lupe Fiasco, which was released in 2006 and consists of 12 songs.
Yeee.......uhhh....f and f uhh....yeee..u know wat im sayin...i figa..i feel like i should jus...u know show ppl otha side that werent aware...u no wat im sayin that are presently unaware that dont know about it...you no wat im sayin you know jus show them thers anotha side to this thing right here we call bling..
allow me to break down the game behind the braclets, earings, chains, watches, and rings the bling the cystal incrusted, princess flooded, canary studed blue coloured, and blood stained..yee the older brother of the drug game the giva of fame the takawaya a lame...the inpowerer of the kings that came wit claims and diseased to leave were the native people were stayin..believe my engagment ring recevin floss at the cost of a bonded child minus pain..long ago kings used to wear em in they armor wen they faught otha armys because it used to scare em..if u wasnt rich couldnt wear em..witches used to marry em theyd a shoot u before they share em..the gift and the curse the vindaminacerum most hated ladies best freind gettin merced for a clerum..
(Lupe Fiasco talking)
yee..you know wat im sayin...i aint comin down on nobody..you know wat im sayin....i aint tryin to judge nobody or nutin like that..you know wat im sayin ive lost to..i might go and get me a pinky ring tommrow..you know wat im sayin...but i jus want u to see man..u know wat im sayin...jus see man..
Yes Sir, What up Shanobie, Susie What up, Salamalakem, Uh Yeah What up Chi town what up west side what up every where else in the world President Carter What up man
Dear Fall you might not know what my album is called its Lupe Fiasco's Food and Liquor. God willing September is when I plan to fall I mean drop like the temperature then rock on right through the winter put something on they mind give 'em lines to remember. Uh a lifetime remembered which is mine then record it put in georges then rewind then ??????. My misadventures, adventures into the underworld hanging with them cover girls. This aint my enter Nah on Arista I coulda been the Contender but BMG hada different agenda. What up LA Reid I still see ya, ya still my homeboy wont even charge you for a feature. I went from MC to being MS, this microphone controller to motivational speaker. Niggas sta ?????? Nah Im not a prophet but Farenheit 115 is being quoted by preachers. Far from being a leader but Im still being invited by teachers. With no hennesy and no reefa give 'em a hand I came from hand-me-down sneakers. And I don't want to boast or brag but for what most niggas hope a nigga dun had. Chop game wit my folk and split it in half you aint gotta bring it back tomorrow a nigga can have. Rich or broke. A nigga aint mad. Self esteem'll make a Regal ride like a Silver ???? Just wipe the french fries off the seat, lean back and then tilt my hat. Uh and Ima head to the bass line free bass to the 8 times at bass line watching Jay put it together. I wonder if he knew while he was mumbeling that this would push Lupe forever, together. With the F and F crew, Atlantic on post proudly present to you.
UH sumthn new sumthn fresh sumthn different A lil to the left a lil upliffn' A lil good game A lil hustln in'it Some S-B Nikes some nice crush linen. Dont forget the skateboard Of course the nice women. Can I get a mic check and a lil light dim and a fresh bottle of Vas maybe wit some light lemon and ya gotta blame my momma for the lil light skinnin.
And this aint writtin I swear autumn I was just recordin um as I thought um. Y-G F and F U-P 23 ya O-V-P. Wit a flow like Laud an nem that a get ya sleepy but soon as they nod off thats when Im smelling ???. What down Madisson Street how they gone keep us off 'em. Peace
Yeah. Think thats good. Yeah thats good. Yo Im out
What up chitown? Nyc? Philly, Atlanta, Virginia,
They said it was coming back around man,
Back to the lyrics man.
Back to people like me.
It's mean, so just
Now let me put the streets down like steam rollers
Once upon a time not long ago
An ID yeah that's what I had
To take DNA
As a little pro two
With my MCing ways and make em mad
Just having fun not chasing cash
Apologise now for it make ya mad
Had to call g wall tell em warm up the mic
Put the pendant on the wall tell em make some maaagiicc
Shorty it's nothing lavish
(ah ha) Ohh baby mmmmmmmm oh baby! [talk to em] ohhh baby (its what hustlaz do, this is a hustlaz song, this hustle is gone)
Let me what the sun don't like, caught somewhere between stop and go like yellow lights. (ah ha) hustla so i got to get it mellow ride me down the block around the clock nothin nice. I roll like cherry red yellow dice just watch it pop call it the "kettle white", its hot, just the block , call it the "ghetto wife", Paul McCane its my ball and chain, mi amor.
Hopefully I won't fall and hang, like pictures on the wall or halls of fame. Its jus a boy man, look what it all became nothin all, but look at all remains, all the flossy things, marks from all the claws and fangs, remarks from all of yall have changed. Bustin back all yall I trained, apologize cuz of all of yall I blame..
This what hustlaz do. An you ain't did it to a hustlaz do. An you didn't know it till a hustla knew. An you ain't done till a hustlaz threw. I'm a customer too its what hustlaz do. an you ain't seen it till you seen it from a hustla'z view. open yo eyes its a hustlaz song. God forgive if the hustle is wrong.
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
I work like a Mexican spend like a white man
That's right man I could Bentley afford
first of all accuse myself, for bein a fool..
all attempts to school myself have failed
to improve means to remove myself
from this pool of sharks dark as the mood I felt...
Im loosin fuel, its all the food I refused myself
thats how you do (how we do) when you do yourself
And if I lose, I can never excuse myself
til I grow old, sit back and accrued my wealth..
You dont stand a chance,
Look look! Gander gander!
Its the young boy from the land of Lambda!
The Land of Lincoln , the Grand Theft Auto Chicago warn all the mics that he hardcore.
And he's thinking Rose buried to the area, spotlights,
Pros who come in, answer answer,
His flow is like the Klu Klux versus the Panthers
Hit the track like a heart attack
Cancer cancer, boogie man on the mic, and the band of Santas, and the easter bunny is the back up dancer.
Pen & The Needles
[Lupe talking followed by Pen Writing]
Before I start, like to make sure Iâ€™m smart
Gather my composure, rather my swagger and my culture
Pivot my fitted, then begin to rivet, with a change of lyric
In other words, I reposition how I sit it,
Then make u "feel it" Like I mispronounced Filet,
On second thought, I can't make u fill it
Like u digginâ€™ ya own grave, 'less u can Kill Bill it
A night of the living passed the wait
Switch Science Project
[Intro: Lupe talking]
Yeah, revenge, now what we gonna do right now, a ha ugh, is gonna try a little experiment, just a little experiment, you know what I'm saying, a little science project, you know what I'm saying, I like to call it
You you you, yes let the words woo you
till you woozy.
Let the lyrics subdue you,
massage and sooth you,
move you till conscience lose you.
Touch The Sky
(Feat. Kanye West)
I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky
Back when they thought pink polo's would hurt the Roc,
Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors was closed.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, 1-5 who's crooked than One-Time?
I say 1-5 who's more crooked than One-Time?
Yeah, yeah check is my mic on? As I twilight zone?
My mindstate rewinds wakes
And fast-forwards bullets makin'a B-line for my face
Then they stop like Neo
Laugh at me throw some cash at me then fly pass me
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