"Fire" are songs by Lupe Fiasco, the first surfacing online in June 2009, with production handled by DJ Marbil. The second song was created in response to MTV's Hottest Artists of 2009, and believed to be from his forthcoming album at the time, Lasers. Fake Shore Drive reported of the latter version, "Not to be confused with the Wasalu track that was featured on the Fake Shore Drive mixtape—you know, the one that DJ Marbil did (which I heard the other day on XM Radio. Ha!) Apparently, Lu was kinda salty that he wasn't featured on the MTV Hottest MCs List. I guess that lit the "Fire" under his ass to release this."[1]
In January 2010, MTV News explained their list, "Lupe's tape [Enemy of the State: A Love Story] was tapped as one of the best of 2009. He became inspired to put it together by seeing our 2009 Hottest MCs in the Game list. Fiasco made the 2008 top 10 but was left off last year, chiefly because he didn't have any current material."[2]
Lyrics[]
[Verse 1]
Fiasco thats my name don't wear it out
Especially in front of feds who want to know my where-abouts
Where the house and his stash-box at
How he live where he is who he flash Glocks at
And them hurt play boys drop all types of change so we gotta dog-fight all night with the range its all right
You know I be the all time small nine carrier all across America, quick to bury ya
Who done pulled out more babies than Heathcliff Huxtable
He is W, A-S with the A-R and the L-S with the V-S and his ch-arm kids jealous they get pellets
Buck shots and what not
Who tough top get stuck in they mouth like gum-drops
These n***as think they're immune but I got chick-booms that will put them in tribunes, resume
[Verse 2]
N***as taking mine not permissible. On visual gon' be physical. N***as don't believe in God make them spiritual
He make it out that whip it's a miracle
No salad dressing just dress him in his best and bless him I said it so I meant it
I take it if its local Fed-Ex or if it's distant
The business mostly sold to the block
Only told to my pops
Only fold for salat the Glocks and the watch I dropped
Sealing when I'm peeling
Shop Neimans by the season for the freaks them
Two pair of jeans and decent
N***as praying I don't see em
MC's is praying I don't see em
I'm franchise now
They just playing for the season
I'mma have shoes next year the way I do this here
I dominate they domino
It's common though typically, lyrically catch yourself slipping with me
[Verse 3]
I'm quite sinister facing two murders one verbal one vehicular
Whipping ah
Pearl white tight with the cinema
Two tears black killing ya
A few years back was the red room distributor
Looking ill'er I-L's with the temperature
Skytell on vibrate hide mail from pirates
Emperor
N***as is pussy and bleed vinegar
Chill-Illy on the index, Jerome on the MX, mack millies
And for-really all you insects one hit wonders don't streak like Windex
Hit Michigan for the caper
Mr. Chen get the paper
Laundromats in Hong Kong with the accent saying cat trying to wack my smack connect
Before he get clipped make sure my stacks correct
Hoes get invaded Cadillacs get wrecked
No Problemo long as my habitat's in check
[Verse 1]
I was about as uncool as a niece's mother's biggest brother
But now it's all butter
Now I'm bout as uncool as some cover to a pool from a puddle
Like a monsoon but subtler
Slowly pull up my pants
A sagger to a flooder
Now you need a submarine the way I'm cuffin' my jeans
Like I'm arrestin' my dress code
The dress clothes and the dress toes
So let's roll
Ghetto Lambda Lambda's how I address those
N***as might peep and think geek
But you need that when you knee-deep goin' on waist-high
Get up to your neck just like a great tie
I finally got the Windsor
Like on my eighth try
Your shirt's still soakin' wet
Your slacks ain't dry
And I have yet to even fall from the sky
I'm hotter than red with a head full of lye
Better run and get Spike, tell him I'm on fire
[Verse 2]
Hell, I don't wanna see you like a male stripper
As you picture yourself lookin' at pictures of male strippers
That's how that I don't wanna go to hell n***a
Wish you well like a wishin' well wisher wish itself
It fell at first so now I sail with you
If it happen to sink
I pitch in with pails
And pitchers, bucket, and cup it back to the river
Then cover the leak with Garbage Pail Kid stickers
{dynamite} and first aid the way your saviors
Now your flow look like my bedroom door when I was four
No rockin that boat, or you be swimmin', fo sho
Oh, I stay ship-shape all aboard
That's just how I roll
When I try and keep the run afloat
Hating's a disease
And it's deadly if you catch it
Crabs in the bucket
Always tryna pull me backwards
Position rarely change so they don't really matter
If not the same then similar like Asher and Mathers
[Verse 3]
Bully or I bogard
Bodacious so I'm Humphrey
I used to rubber band but now I got a bungee
If you let me expand
That refers to the money
Gucci's all good
Chanel is all chummy
And that ain't even for me
My honey and my mommy
I'd rather be bummy, nappy on top
Cipriani in my tummy
The fade is for the fans
Not even for my fans
It's more for like the brand
Whether you hear the words or just a show of hands
The sign language lady who be translatin' my jams
You really like the beats or you barely understand
Why I throw my set up wherever I am
Man, it's cause I love my town
My mind was a sponge, but now it's Sham-Wow
I never throw in the towel so just wipe me down
But don't you get too close
They might have to put you out
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References[]
- ↑ Barber, Andrew (October 7, 2009). "Lupe Fiasco - "Fire"". Fake Shore Drive.
- ↑ Reid, Shaheem (January 29, 2010). "Lupe Fiasco's 'Enemy of the State' Inspired by MTV's 'Hottest MCs' List". MTV.