Artist: Lupe Fiasco Album: The Cool Song: Put You on Game Typed by: Dwaynerichards@gmail.com 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've made 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 their fruitless in their harvest The drow 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, the 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 chase pager, Yo I'm famous on the scene One of the oldest most ancientest things Speak every single language on the planet nya' mean 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 it's gym and it's math and it's history The gun shots in the class And you can't pass if you missing G I taught them better than that I taught them aim for the head, and hope they never come back I'm glad ya daddy's gone baby, hope he never comes back I hope he's with you mother with my hustlas high in my trap I hope you die in this trash; I can't help it All I hear when you crying is laughs I'm sure somebody find you tied in this bag Behind the hospital, little baby crack addicts had Then maybe you can grow up and be a stripper A welfare receiving, prostituting gold digger You can watch on TV how they should properly depict ya The river shall flow with liquor, quench your thirst on my elixirs I am the safe haven for the rebel run away, 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 'em in the water out of Scarface pool And feed em from the table that held the Corleone's Food If you die tell em that you played my game I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name Cause I'm the {*gunshot*}