Thursday, August 6, 2009

Jealousy #3: How a Brain Conceives Things

I'll let these lyrics just sink in on their own. I simply cannot add much to it. Excuse the language, but it's too perfectly descriptive and necessary in it's essence that I'm not gonna half-way censor it. And that's a first on here.

Lupe Fiasco - Theme Music to a Drive-By

Uh, I can't feel a field nigga pain
Devious skill to make a strong-willed nigga wane
Since a little nigga hang with the killers and distributors of
They dismemberers of
swishers then refill it with the Jane
Then they tilt it and they
lit with a flame
Then they took a pull of killer to the brain like ... *
sniff* ... ah
Evil minded like
Krang they became
deranged like the Rover that I rolled that was the Wayne's
That I drove when I was a little bit older, mayne
war on the deck like they the Joker
All while ducking from
Bruce Wayne
While they
poker with the devil
In our
moon-litten ghetto
Hello my name" stickers on the stickers of the veins
In rehab remembering the feelings when they used to get mellow
When they was on back of a nickel like
When the underworld had to be smarter than
No honor amongst fellows
It's harder than
sitting with a blind man and trying to describe yellow
Got me feeling like killer Joe
My life the album
Know the classics by heart and exactly how the filler go
Repeat it on my way to
the liquor sto'

Cuz I can't feel the
field nigga chains
Though I covet mine, so I
covered mine in bling
Then I bumped into
a bum and covered mine in shame
Then I bumped into
a hun and uncovered mine again
Diamonds done undermined it, mayne
They give a nigga with no
mac another kind of game
See money talks in another kind of slang
Detectives can't decipher as they listen through the wire
As I accept the call and listen to the life of
Getting religion, making
wudu in the sink of your cell
Al-Fatiha in the kitchen
on his dean in addition to doing dishes
Listen as I get schooled on the rules to rule
The fuel of fools, the obstacle is
the cool
Had to slow it down homey, chopped and screwed
He said blow it down for me
Sticks and stones make the homes
Only God's words can stop the wolves
And don't fraternize with
pigs, them kids'll think your stool
Not at the bar but trying to put him
behind the bar like a bartender
He laid the law
like the bar so I put it in a bar for dude
He said borrow my jewels and bar the fools
Cause they'll play ya like
the space bar and twos
Theme music to a drive-by, put it in your car and cruise

Most well-written lyrical piece ever. No exceptions. It blows my mind and I'm jealous.

... but do take my word for it.

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