Lupe Fiasco – Deliver

    Lupe Fiasco drops off a new single, “Deliver,” with background vocals from Ty Dolla $ign. “Tetsuo And Youth” is due out January 20, 2015.

    82 thoughts on “Lupe Fiasco – Deliver

    1. pizza ingredients: cheese and bread…..both forms of $$$$$$$….

      Lupe is the pizza man delivering Food 4 Thought….
      switched up the style and rips it with a message…

      Excellent track…….

    2. After hearing Next To It and Pussy (even though the lyrics on Pussy were sick) I was scared about what TY was gonna end up sounding like. This is flames. This that Legendary Lu. This and those LITA tracks been straight up dopeness. When Lu on his game no one’s fucking with him. 5 stars

    3. Tetsuo and Youth around the corner and Nas releasing The Season… hip hop’s best lyricists are finally back to making new shit

    4. Breaking bad learnt that from a tv so don’t say its politics when ya see me. Nigga this shit is hard. I’m already addicted

    5. Tetsuo season is here. Can’t wait for 01/20/15. Really hope Atlantic don’t try and get involved too much. Let Lupe be and his fans will be happy

    6. He’s a dope MC. Nerds get mad when their favorite rapper makes a buck. I seen it a million times. He’s one of the contemporary greats. Appreciate this nigga.

    7. I hope that’s not the case. But I’m not sure if he’ll be dropping a track every Friday now. He may just release it all as one. I hope we still get LITA but at least we know TY is coming

    8. (Pow)
      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…

      [Hook]
      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

      [Verse 2]
      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 men in black to a GD

      [Hook]

      [Verse 3]
      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

    9. YO this shit goes hard AF! Imma papa johns delivery driver that actually drives a Mercedes on my deliveries so I feel like this shit was made for me. Now i bump this shit on all my deliveries

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