Released: March 8, 2013

Producer: SIMON SAYZ (Producer)

[Intro x2]
Since a shorty I was 40 and my 40's is like 80's
So by the time I die, I'm gon' be a baby

And so my youth sound just like lightning coming down
See my youth sound just like lightning coming down
And my youth sound just like lightning coming down
And my youth sound just like lightning coming down

[Verse 1]
From my view here, my hue veers
To a blue smeer on a white wall, what you might call my blue period
I'm two-tiered, but no tats, and I don't know what you call that
Goes on and on like two mirrors
And if you see us then you read properly then your heart knows
And your head copies
My two tears, ain't no dead bodies
They my entendres and I'm hungry
So my piece of the pie better be as big as Mahatma Gandhi's
Even my filler kills, my 13th just might be a zombie
So thrilling at bringing all that filling back
So if you died lately, put your trust in the cry baby
Free man don't drive Daisy, but that light I shed so hydrate


[Verse 2]
In my hot rod with my Vans on and my hand bone
And my hair long and my circle tight and my square strong
I'm in great shape with no shake-weights
Or no weight shakes and tell your mama this cake's great
Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake
And not Rihanna, my cake's paper, I rage in Harlem
I paper bait
And I take it back, cashes, asses, autograph it
Before I leave like Cassius Clay
In that big ole car, that bass shake that little bars
So my bass tape and that Drake Go, if ya wanna wake-o then Jaco’s!
Where the cake go? I blew all that for this great flow
Wish a nigga would step on this Pergo that I paid for


[Verse 3]
Red lights, obey my headlights
That head red like peg, or Santa's sled lights
That mean I heard what she said 'fo she said what she said outta head
It's like I got a head mic'd
Like a Fed might, but I ain't fed like
Been a hands on homie, my head right
Dreadlocks, but no Red Stripe and that both ours like red bike
And the Feds know what I roll like
In a dead man, with some low-lifes
Me stopped, then your lights
I got no lights 'til the stop-sign
I got no rights like Nascar
Or a black man in the deep south
During Jim Crow with the police
That's 99 problems with a ho twice
From no life to Frankenstein, got it stitched up I'm so nice


Lupe Fiasco

The Chicago born Wasalu Muhammad Jaco first tasted success when he featured on Kanye West’s hit “Touch the Sky”, a track that shortly preceded his real breakout, his 2006 debut album Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor, and he never looked back. He has established himself as one of the greatest urban wordsmiths of all time, with Genius even dubbing him the ‘Proust of Rap’.

While he’s now regarded of one of the 21st Century’s Hip-Hop greats, he wasn’t always a fan of the genre, initially disliking it due to the prominence of vulgarity and misogyny within it. In his late teens, he aspired to make it as a lyricist. In his early twenty’s, he met Jay-Z, who helped him sign with Atlantic Records in 2005. The following year, he released his debut album (Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor), which was met with acclaim from fans and critics alike, as did his sophomore effort, Lupe Fiasco’s The Cool.

The following eight years of his career saw far less output than many would’ve anticipated. This can be partly attributed to his struggles with Atlantic Records. The executives wanted him to sign a 360 deal; however, as he refused to do so they instead shelved his already completed 3rd album, Lasers, and wouldn’t promote him as they had previously. The overseers at the label also interfered with his music (as they had tried to do with his fan-favorite track “Dumb it Down”); subsequently effecting the quality and sound of his third and fourth albums.