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Lupe Fiasco - Deliver

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Album: Tetsuo and Youth
Released: 2015

Deliver Lyrics

Ay, thirty somethin' shots from the ghetto gun
All in the ears of the ghetto young
Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons
Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun
I always wondered where the ghetto from
'Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come
But you win if the bell of my ghetto rung
But if the ghetto lose, that mean a ghetto won
That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done
They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none
We make the ghetto tick, we make the ghetto run
We make the ghetto sick, we make the ghetto dumb
These niggas off that ghetto beer
And that ghetto rum and that ghetto bass with my ghetto drums
And my ghetto words and these ghetto problems
Get ghetto sums, that's why

The pizza man don't come here no more
Too much dope
Too many niggas on the porch
So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no)
Pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas on the block
Too many niggas gettin shot
So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow)
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas gettin robbed
Niggas don't wanna starve but
"Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah"
The pizza man don't come here no more
Deliver, deliver, deliver

Is it cause they're selling nicks out there all day
'Cause a prostitute sucking dick in the hallway
Little Caesar's never sendin' pizza out ya'll way
Papa Johns never get delivered where y'all stayed
The Ghetto was a physical manifestation of hate
And a place where ethnicity determines your placement
A place that defines your station
Remind you niggas your place is the basement
White people in the attic
Niggas selling dope, White people is the addicts
White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic
All that dope to China, you don't call that trappin'?
Breaking Bad, learned that from a TV
So don't say its politics when you see me
When you gon' apologize for your CD
Nigga that don't match red and black to a GD

The pizza man don't come here no more
Too much dope
Too many niggas on the porch
So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no)
Pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas on the block
Too many niggas gettin shot
So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow)
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas gettin robbed
Niggas don't wanna starve but
"Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah"
The pizza man don't come here no more
Deliver, deliver, deliver

Can I get delivered from the sin
And get a little slice of Heaven I can enter in again
Or maybe just imagine that I'm livin in a mansion
Or a palace and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz
Make a savior out of savage like they made it out of magic
So it take a nigga havoc and it make it into friends
You don't even need a salad, it don't make a nigga fatter
Actually take a nigga backwards and make a nigga thin
That's a deep dish
Chicago style get the peace stick
Homerunner hitter, I be drillin' on the weak pitch
Pay into the plate then I put it in your face
I'm a man, never bitin' on the hands that I eat with
No Giordano or Di Giorno
Homemade bull, they bring it to him like a toro
Throwing dough up in the air-bottom to the top
And shredder full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle

The pizza man don't come here no more
Too much dope
Too many niggas on the porch
So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no)
Pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas on the block
Too many niggas gettin shot
So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow)
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas gettin robbed
Niggas don't wanna starve but
"Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah"
The pizza man don't come here no more (here no more)
Deliver, deliver, deliver (no more, no no no no no no no)

So sad 'cause the pizza man don't follow with us no more
(No no no no no, no no no, ay, yeah)

Writer/s: GRIFFIN JR, TYRONE WILLIAM / JACO, WASALU / JONES, P. / THOMAS, MAURICE
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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This song finds Fiasco lamenting on the simple problems of inner-city life such as getting a deep-dish pizza delivered to your crib. It was inspired by his upbringing in Chicago's Westside. He explained to Billboard magazine: "A song like 'Deliver' is the autobiography of a myth in the hood. You don't really recognize it until you are there. The hood doesn't really have the basic amenities that things that aren't the hood has. The pizza man might have two or three thoughts before he comes to your neighborhood. The pizza man might pull up, see your building and then keep driving. It's almost like a myth. Does that really happen? Does the pizza man really not come to the hood? In some cases it's true."

"In some places it's probably more of a story," Fiasco continued. One of the interesting things when we put the record out was that people were posting news stories about pizza men getting killed. There are some very serious reasons as to why. But it also speaks to the nature of those places like the places I grew up in, West Side of Chicago, South Side of Chicago. It's things like that, that are those odd aspects of the hood that don't really get a lot of attention like all drug dealers. But they have effects too."

Fiasco is assisted on the song by frequent collaborator Ty Dolla $ign who croons the hook and background vocals. Their other work together include Fiasco's cuts "Snitches" and "Next To It."

The song's music video was directed by Alex Nazari, who's also worked with 2 Chainz, YG and Tyga. Fiasco and Nazari previously teamed up on the Chicago rapper's cuts "Around My Way (Freedom Ain't Free)" and "#1234."

Here are a few more songs that reference pizza:

"Chic 'N' Stu " by System of a Down (Deals with compulsions and addictions using pizza as a metaphor.)

"This Town" by Rehab (One of the places mentioned is Mazzio's, which is a pizza place and a hang out spot in Rehab's home town of Winder, Georgia.)

"Shell Shocked" by Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, Ty Dolla $ign (The three rappers spit rhymes referencing the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' love of pizza.)

"Pizza And Pinball" by Rumer (The singer's imaginings about being a child in the 1970s include eating pizza and playing pinball.)

This was released as the first single from Tetsuo and Youth. The album cover was painted by Fiasco. He told Billboard: "I paint a lot - probably too much. I paint more than I write raps. It's the same creative thing for me. I started painting two years ago, and I gave myself 10 years to really get good. I'll sit and paint for 11 hours and get lost in it, the technique of it, trying to execute it clean, colors and palettes, etc."

"Van Gogh said he wasn't happy unless he was painting, and I'm starting to realize that's becoming true for me," Fiasco added. "If I'm not in a creative mode and I'm dealing with the outside world, I'm not really happy."

Lupe Fiasco - Prisoner 1 & 2

Lupe Fiasco - Prisoner 1 & 2 Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Tetsuo and Youth
Released: 2015

Prisoner 1 & 2 Lyrics

Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
From the "welcome home" to the kick out
Reach into a rabbit, pull a trick out
Preacher preaching to a faggot with his dick out
Hard times call for [?] time
Sick, sick, sick eyes from the nose pressure
Police snip, zip ties on the protesters
Six wives in the fry of a molester
Met him at a caviar bar out in Odessa
Dirty needles breaking all the old records
A hundred hoes, one shovel and some old treasure
[?] use thief as a gold tester
Finger rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold weather
New sale, two L's and some old letters
Now he doing double life, while she lead a double life
Man, he need another wife
New approach might help a nigga bowl better
New hoes might help a nigga hold together
Or will the new lane lead em' to the same pen
And the hunger strike in em' to the same tin

Love is looking over various errors
And hate is habitually accelerating terror
[?] I just wanna be collected when I call God damn
I don't wanna be accepted not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land

Getting slammed from the protest, no food
Force fed him like OB with a nose tube
Visions say consult the yogi with the gold shoes
With the Rollie going bowling for the old school
I need more for the Michaels
That's a loss for the class, and a score for the rifles
Three hots and a cot, and some cops
Trying to find dinosaurs in the Bible
It's all quiet in the jail-house
Then they ride in to find the empty cells out
They was looking for the swords, they was looking for the swords
I'm just looking at they feet, cause I'm looking for the lord
Looking in the library, looking at the law
10 years deep, now I'm looking at the bar
Claim sovereignty, because I'm bunkin' with the morons
They degenerate, they ain't looking at the game
They just looking at the scores, they be putting on my books
Cause I'm looking at the stars, trade a shank for some crank
Now I'm looking at a war, BGF got the yard
AV got the kitchen snitches on PC
Eminem on a mission, but CO's got the prison
God got us all, God set us free
God is the key, but the guards got the doors

Love is looking over various errors
And hate is habitually accelerating terror
[?] I just wanna be collected when I call God damn
I don't wanna be accepted not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land

Punching on the glass, stare at some killer
Might fuck him in the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around on a mop string
They had to pull him out the cell with a SWAT Team
That's a cop team, they sent hella cops, to stop, the helicoptering
Man, he thought that he'd fly away, like a kite, take flight
Like a letter on a string, like propellers on a wing
But they can't find the key
They made electric chairs for his dying days
Last meals, no appeals for him to try and stay
On Death Row like Suge and the late Pac
Maybe he could dig a tunnel out of A Block
And wear gloves for the razor-wired gate top
Scared thugs going crazy in a caged box
Looking at the world through the TV
And they gone, rapping over beats from the tabletops
Ay! That's how it is in a police state
When your life is just a number and release date
When you're rehabilitated so correctly
And let's hope that's how you're living when you're set free

Love is looking over various errors
And hate is habitually accelerating terror
[?] I just wanna be collected when I call God damn
I don't wanna be accepted not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land

They sell they souls
They sell they selves
They ain't twelve, they old
Niggas old as hell
Old as jail, old as cells
Sold so much salt, ain't no more salt on the shelves
You a prisoner too, you living here too
You just like us, til' your shift get through
You could look like us, you know shit get through
You should be in cuffs like us, you should get strike 2
You should get like life, you should get like woo!
You should get that twice! You should get refused
The open road, that's no parole, and no control
Over your own soul, so control, your own remote control, that your folks can hold

You better watch these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw away the keys)
You better watch these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw away the keys)

Better watch these niggas (en garde)

5th year with the DOC
You can see what's CO see
Robocop opt his COP
3 hots and a C-O-T
Lived in a small town, his whole life
Never left like [?]
Either working at the prison, or it's no lights
In the system working with the pol-ice
In the prison stripping niggas for rights
Got a malice, on the other side of the bars
Watching niggas get smart, watching niggas get strong
Watching niggas get home, he jealous
But deep down he jealous
With each sweep down, he tell us
With each peep down, he help us
Wrong one gon' knock his ass out though
It's why he gotta lock all the niggas out for
Warden told the boy he better calm down
Step back from the brink and put the bomb down
But how the whole world in your palm sound?
It's why they treat niggas like shit
Writing raps to the taps, keep the face [?] on your knees cause these niggas might snap![?]

You better watch these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw away the keys)
You better watch these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw away the keys)

You better watch these niggas (en garde)

Writer/s: JACO, WASALU / THOMAS, MAURICE
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Prisoner 1 & 2 Song Chart

An amalgamation of two songs with two different hooks, this eight-and-a-half minute track touches on unjust incarceration and the racist tendencies of prison officials. The two halves are split by a spoken word piece from Lupe's sister Ayesha Jaco, who is a Youth Empowerment Expert and Professor. She has done the intro on many of her brother's albums.

The prisoner in the first half of the song also represents the criminal who asked Jesus to bring him to heaven (Luke 23:39-43).