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2016-12-28

  Lupe Fiasco - Put You On Game

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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 its become this way

  And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised

  (lemme put you on game)

  They love my darkness,

  I make them heartless,

  And in return, the have become my martyrs,

  I've been in the poem of many a poet,

  And I reside in the art of many a artist

  (lemme put you on game)

  Some of your smartest have tried to artictulate

  My whole part in this

  But they're fruitless in their harvestin'

  The drow grows from my footsteps

  I'm the one that they follow,

  I am the one that they march with

  (lemme put you on game)

  Through the back alleys

  And the black markets,

  The Oval Offices,

  Crackhouses and apartments

  Through the mazes of the queens,

  The pages of the sages

  And the Chambers of The Kings

  (lemme put you on game)

  Through the veins-es of the fiends,

  A paper chaser's pager,

  Yo, I'm famous on the scene

  One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things

  Speak every single language on the planet, y'all mean?

  (lemme put you on game)

  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

  (lemme put you on game)

  I am the blood of this city,

  It's gas, water, and electricity,

  I'm it's gym, and it's math, and it's 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

  (lemme put you on game)

  I hope you die in his trash,

  I can't help it all you hear when your crying is laughs

  Somebody'll find you tied up in this bag,

  Behind the hospital little baby,

  Beg to share what addicts had

  (lemme put you on game)

  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 should flow with liqour,

  Quench your thirst on my elixers,

  (lemme put you on game)

  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,

  (lemme put you on game)

  Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool,

  And feed 'em 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... (gunshot)

  'Cause I'm the... (gunshot)

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