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Lupe Fiasco - Put You On Game

Put You On Game
Lupe Fiasco
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Let me put you on game.

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, yanahmean?
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-receivin' 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...

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