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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Stimme und Gesang
Richard Michael Conti
Richard Michael Conti
Saxofon
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
M. Buchwald
M. Buchwald
Songwriter:in
Paul Kantner
Paul Kantner
Songwriter:in
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Songwriter:in
Corey Penn
Corey Penn
Songwriter:in
Wasalu Jaco
Wasalu Jaco
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Simonsayz
Simonsayz
Produzent:in
Darrale Jones
Darrale Jones
Produzent:in
Free Chilly
Free Chilly
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Joe Peluso
Joe Peluso
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
B-Side
B-Side
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Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Great American Rap resurrect
Rest in peace, young Ash
Brought live from the set
Uh, brought live from the set, yeah
[Verse 2]
First off, say "Peace" to Pine Ridge
Shame at all the damage that the white man wine did
Ghost Dance, Trail of Tears, five million beers a year
And all that other crime did
More peace to the teachers of blind kids
To rebels in small cells keeping their mind big
Say everything's hostile
Suicide bombers and prosperity gospels, emaciated models
[Verse 3]
With cocaine and blood pouring out their nostrils, they got to
Just to stay awake on the catwalk of life where everybody watch you
Straight hair, high heels and a handbag
Crucifixes, racism and a land grab
Katrina, FEMA trailers, human body sandbags
A peace sign and a pants sag
A money toss 'cause a nine stripper mad dash
[Verse 4]
A friend request following a hashtag
Now everybody want it like the last laugh
A Michael Jackson jacket or a Daft mask
Purple Jordans or the mixed girl in your math class
Stable is when the Ba'ath had Baghdad
But corporate jets really had to have that gas bad
War and they hope they all fall from the ratatat
'Cause that's just more dinosaur for their Cadillacs
[Verse 5]
Live from the other side what you see
A bunch of nonsense on my TV
Heaven on Earth is what I need
But I feel I'm in Hell every time I breathe
Reporting live from the other side what you hear
A bunch of nonsense all in my ear
Rich man, poor man, we all gotta pay
'Cause freedom ain't free, especially 'round my way
[Verse 6]
And we marvel at the state of Ottoman
Then turn around and treat Ghana like a garbage can
America's a big motherfuckin' garbageman
If you ain't know, you're part and parcel of the problem
You say, "No, you ain't," and I say, "Yes, you is"
Soon as you find out what planned obsolescence is
You say, "No, they didn't," and I say, "Yes, they did"
The definition of unnecessary-ness
[Verse 7]
Manifested
Say that we should protest just to get arrested
That goes against all my hustling ethics
A bunch of jail **** say it's highly ineffective
Depart from Martin, connect on Malcolm X tip
Insert Baldwin to similar the separate
To me, the truth is more fulfilling than a meth hit
Or finding really fast internet to have some sex with
[Verse 8]
It's all one song short of a set list
Couple croissants shy of a continental breakfast
Or blowing out your birthday candles just to make a death wish
So absurd, word to Chief Bone Necklace
Down at the Lakota Sioux Casino
A whole culture boiled down to giving you pokeno
I go as left as a heart in the chest
'Cause the Horn of Africa is now starving to death
[Verse 9]
Live from the other side what you see
A bunch of nonsense on my TV
Heaven on Earth is what I need
But I feel I'm in Hell every time I breathe
Reporting live from the other side what you hear
A bunch of nonsense all in my ear
Rich man, poor man, we all gotta pay
'Cause freedom ain't free, especially 'round my way
[Verse 10]
An all-white Los Angeles, the dream of Mr. Chandler
Hope and pray they take Columbus Day up off the calendar
South Central an example of God's gifts
So shout to all the mothers raising babies in SPA 6
[Verse 11]
The projects of Oakland city, Detroit ghost towns
Monopolies on poverty where D-boy coke bound
It's parts of Manila like the video for "Thriller"
But the US Embassy is reminiscent of a villa
[Verse 12]
If poverty is chocolate and privilege vanilla
Then what's the flavor of the Sunday preacher's pedophilia?
Cash rules everything around these ****
As classrooms everywhere around me wither
Hither you can be Mr. Burns or Mr. Smithers
The tyrant or the slave, but nowhere in the middle
Of the extremes of America's dream
Freud fighting Neo, Freddy Krueger refereeing, nah
[Verse 13]
Live from the other side what you see
A bunch of nonsense on my TV
Heaven on Earth is what I need
But I feel I'm in Hell every time I breathe
Reporting live from the other side what you hear
A bunch of nonsense all in my ear
Rich man, poor man, we all gotta pay
'Cause freedom ain't free, especially 'round my way
[Verse 14]
Great American rap resurrect
Lupe on the check
Westside till I die!
Written by: C. Penn, Corey Brent Penn, Lupe Fiasco, M. Buchwald, P. Phillips, Paul Kantner
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