Lupe Fiasco – Put You On Game (Audio, Lyrics)

Lupe Fiasco is back with “Put You On Game”. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song produced by SIMON SAYZ.

Lupe Fiasco Put You On Game

Though Lupe Fiasco does occasionally cover disturbing and challenging subject matter, seldom does he dive with such commitment into darker sonic territory. Yet on his classic The Cool, one of the project’s most engaging conceptual tracks also happened to be one of the most haunting in “Put You On Game.” Off the bat, the vibe is completely different than what Lupe generally kicks up, this one fueled by a foreboding arrangement of orchestral strings; it’s the soundscape of battlefield long after the massacre, where the survivors have no choice but the reflect on the carnage.

Seeing as it’s Lu’s 39th birthday today, it feels appropriate to celebrate the ambitious lyricist by highlighting some of his most compelling work. As it happens, he dives headfirst into “Put You On Game,” his narrative prowess in full effect as he embraces the evil within. What makes it so interesting is the cold detachment within his lyricism, almost as if he’s surveying the world as an omniscient and omnipotent narrator. While it’s seldom celebrated as one of his defining works, it’s certainly one of the most immersive, likely to linger long after the fact like a particularly unsettling dream.

Lupe Fiasco – Put You On Game (prod. SIMON SAYZ)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Let me put you on game)
(Let me put you on game)

[Verse: Lupe Fiasco]
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
(Let me put you on game)
They love my darkness, I make 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
(Let me put you on game)
Some of your smartest have tried to articulate
My whole part in this, but they’re fruitless in their harvest
The dro grows from my footsteps
I’m the one that they follow, I am the one that they march with
(Let me put you on game)
Through the back alleys and the black markets
The Oval offices, crack-houses, and apartments
Through the mazes of the queens
The pages of the sages and the chambers of the kings
(Let me put you on game)
Through the veinses of the fiends
A paper chaser’s pager, yo, I’m famous on the scene
One of the oldest, most ancientest things
Speak every single language on the planet, y’all mean?
(Let me put you on game)
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
(Let me put you on game)
I am the blood of this city, its gas, water, and electricity
I’m its gym, and its math, and its history
The gunshots in the class
And you can’t pass if you’re missin’, G
I taught them better than that
I taught them aim for the head and hope they never come back
I’m glad your daddy’s gone, baby, hope he never comes back
I hope he’s with your mother with my hustlers high in my traps
(Let me put you on game)
I hope you die in his trash
I can’t help it, all I hear when you’re crying is laughs
I’m sure somebody find you tied up in this bag
Behind the hospital, little baby crack addicts had
(Let me put you on game)
Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper
A welfare-receiving prostitute and gold digger
You can watch on TV how they should properly depict you
The rivers shall flow with liquor, quench your thirst on my elixirs
(Let me put you on game)
I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway 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
(Let me put you on game)
Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool
And feed them from the table that held Corleone’s food
If you die, tell them that you played my game
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name
Cause I’m the– [gunshot]