Friday, December 14, 2007

Lupe Fiasco-Gotta Eat (The Hamburger Song)


So, The Cool has been leaked for a good week now...and the album is excellent.
I would have to say that hands down, it is better than
Food & Liquor
, which is saying a lot. I was going to post the whole album but I didn't want get Young King'd..lol. One song that was really anticipated off of The Cool, was Gotta Eat(The Hamburger Song). When I first heard the idea of the Hamburger song, I thought Lupe was going off of the deep end, but this lyrical exercise really shows off his emcee skills. Enjoy and support The Cool.



(Chorus)
My man said life ain't easy/
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit get greasy/
Streets be all like, feed me, feed me/
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit get greasy/
(2x)
My man said life ain't easy/
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit get greasy/
(Chorus)

He had a whole lotta cheese/
Plus he was a mack, he had a whole lotta steez/
Made a lotta niggas fat, gave a whole lotta g's/
Grams, man, he had a whole lotta these/
and he would let you hold, like a whole lotta ki's/
Even if you lose some/
He would give you new ones/
Twice the bread, its like he had two buns/
And he had a lotta seeds/ even his kids had mill's/
for reals/
Some rich small fries wrapped in paper since they were lil'/
Catch up nigga.../

(Chrous)

He was a heart breaker, and a large shaker/
If it was 'bout cakin', he was a partaker/
International, he would take trips/
Bon voyage, as a hard he was fishin' for the chips/
So greedy/
never gave to the needy/
that what the bums say/
the way he shunned all the bums hangin' in the subway/
He called 'em fruits, and laughed at 'em/
Delivery man, on the pick up, drive through, and throw a bag at 'em/
And it was hard to understand him sometimes/
makin' a killin' the way he had 'em standin' in lines/
...like/

(Chorus)

Lovers called him king/
Haters called him clown/
He would say "Bite me", that's the way, its goin' down/
He was havin thoughts that maybe he should retire/
Went to church on a Sunday and saw a deep friar/
said he had beef and people want him dead/
He loved the hungry ones was only scared of the feds/
He lived the fast life/
couldn't get his path right/
Friar just told him bout the hooters that he had last night/
Turn yourself in tho the paddy wagon, said no/
Bacon wouldn't take him, had the pigs on the payroll/
yuh.../

(Chorus)


Lyrical Breakdown


Salut
Fly Ty

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