• Superstar
  • Lupe Fiasco (feat. Matthew Santos)
  • Lupe Fiasco's the Cool

Superstar - Lupe Fiasco (feat. Matthew Santos)

[Chorus (Matthew Santos):]
If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the camera is here
And the microphones
And they wanna know oh oh oh oh (the return)
If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the crowd is here
And the lights are on
And they wanna show oh oh oh oh, yeah

[Verse 1 – Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah, uh
A fresh cool young Lu’
Tryna catch his microphone check 2, 1, 2
Wanna believe my own hype but it’s too untrue
The world brought me to my knees, what have you brung you?
Did you improve on the design? Did you do somethin’ new?
Well your name ain’t on the guest list, who brung you?
You! The more famous person you come through
And the sexy lady next to you, you come too
And then it hit me
Standin’ outside of heaven waitin’ for god to come and get me
I’m too uncouth
Unschooled to the rules and too gum shoe
Too much of a new comer and too un-cool
Like Shadow and Lavelle, I battle with it well
Tho I need holiday like lady who sung “Blue”
Go back, whatever you did you undo
Heavy as heaven
The devil on me, two ton’s too

[Chorus (Matthew Santos):]

[Verse 2 – Lupe Fiasco]
And you better wear your shades
The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage
Down to the basement pass the Indian graves
Where the dinosaurs laid
Then out through China, nearly miss the airliners
Magnified times five, ‘less it’s pointed at the rhymer
Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaze
Now that’s important to say
'cause even with all that most of us don’t want it to fade
We want it to braid, meaning we want it to grow
Meaning we want it to stay
Like the Governor called and he told him to Wait
Un-strap him from the chair and put him back in his Cage
The audience ain’t fazed
And they ain’t gonna clap and they ain’t gonna praise
They want everything back that they’ve paid
'cause they’ve been waitin’ since ten to see the lights get dim

[Chorus (Matthew Santos)]

[Verse 3 – Lupe Fiasco]
So chauffeur chauffeur come and take me away
'cause I’ve been standin’ in this line for like five whole days
Me and security ain’t getting’ along
And when I got to the front, they told me all of the tickets were gone
So just take me home where the mood is mellow
And the roses are grown, M&M’s are yellow
And the light bulbs around my mirror don’t flicker
Everybody gets a nice autograph picture
One for you and one for your sister
Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener
Every songs her favorite song and mics don’t feedback
All the reviewers say “You need to go and see that”
And everybody claps 'cause everybody is pleased
And then they all take the stage and start performin’ for me
Like, ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha, ha

[Chorus (Matthew Santos):]

If you are, what you say you are
Then have no fear

Paris, Tokyo
  • Paris, Tokyo
  • Lupe Fiasco
  • Lupe Fiasco's the Cool

Paris, Tokyo - Lupe Fiasco

[Background talking]
(I know, I know but I gotta get up outta here,
You know, I gotta go pay these bills,
I got a show to do, you know?)

One time, for your mind.

Let’s go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 1]
I love her
And I hate to leave her lonely
Ring ring went the Iphone, it was my homie
He said, “let’s hit Japan,
If we can make ‘em jam,
We can make a hundred grand,
Spend it in the south of France
Nothing further.” I jumped,
Grabbed my go-yard trunk,
Got ready to 'walk it out,’ like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks.
That’s when I heard Murder
You’re killin me, you’re fillin me
With sorrow, sunrise, “goobye”’s,
And “missin you tomorrow”’s.
I turn to see my dream
Love supreme queen, meanest thing on the scene, cry.
I drop my bags in a flash
That’s faster one eighty on that dash-er,
To dry your tears.
And wipe the rain from my dear like dash-er,
Use the dame who’s the username to all my pass-words.
The reason I get fly as Ivan Jasp-er,
I even keep your picture in my pass-purt.
(love love)


Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 2]
So let’s keep it, real,
All in’t together, “free chill!”
Tell the stewardess to throw a movie, on the reel.
Heat up my kosher meal, exchange my dollar bills,
Lean back in my first-class seat, and sleep.
Don’t wake me till I land, when they barely understand
What I speak, but they nod to my beats.
I tell my fans who I am and they stand and they clap
They applaud. They love me, my God.
“Otsukare-sama deshita” or maybe “au revoir,”
“A spree on Saint Henry,” then back to Charles de Gaulle.
So I can get home and tell her everywhere that I been,
And, everything that I done, and,
Tell her that she’s the one, and, um.


Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 3]
Guess who’s back in the, house,
With a bunch of souvenirs, and a smile for your mouth.
I really missed you, each and every night I kissed you
In my dreams, 'fore I went to sleep, to La-La land to count them sheep.
I swear you’re lookin prettier than ever,
It’s got to be a prophecy for us to stay together ever more.
For better or, less or poor, all worth the wait in buried treasure
X’s on the shore.
I know my world tour’s like war to you,
But Ian said, “Aloha,” and Harley said, “Cheers!”
Julian said, “Bonjour!,” Big O was like “Yeahhhhh!”
Amanda and Lemessie want to know when we goin there.
Edison sends his love, so does the rest of the club
Of the international play-boys and play-girls.
But I revoke my membership, all for My Tenderness,
She said, “Pursue your interests, 'cause even If
I’m ticketless, I’ll be there, by your side,
In your heart and, on your mind.”
So, as I taxi down another runway,
I gotcha, who loves you babe
Now bring it back, now, uh.


Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes. 

It’s mean, soldiers
Now let me put the streets down like steamrollers
With the CATS that push
40 oz. through the hood like King Cobras
See we sling soda
Cause the extra four in the split is mixed
It’s really thirty-six
Used to buy toasters and clips
You can tighten your circle or boa constrict
While you was lighting your purple, I was over the scripts
See, I could walk the walk, couldn’t really talk the talk
Had to get my talk to properly explain my walk
Cause this lack in talk had my walk looking off

Now I’m over the limp
Watch how they mugs drop when they see my Verbal’s able
That’s the Usual
When I was po’ I was low
Now me and my Chaps cop Purple Label
It’s Ralph Lauren on the rap laureate
Niggas brown nose, they are like Alf to him
Runners at Interscope are not as Stoute as him
Please don’t Interscope
It’s gonna be a whole lot of Iovine and respirating
If I lean out this window with Irene

Niggas as tall as Yao Ming
With L-U-P-Emperor
Is the foundation’s, I-beams and the antennas
It’s so serious every time I write my John Hancock like
Could damn near see Detroit, I see you
Niggas is scared of heights
This is Saran Wrap and aluminum foil
Some potpourri, a little machine oil
I stack my paper and throw off my scents
This is top floor, better look out below

Pennies from heaven is the same as a semi from the second
And I reign supreme
Turn your umbrellas upside down
Did you even catch the change in theme 
- Lupe Fiasco 

#Top 3 Rapper of All Time