Popular Demand Lupe Fiasco
"Popular Demand" by Lupe Fiasco, released in 2009, is a hip-hop track that showcases Lupe's lyrical prowess and commentary on fame, success, and societal expectations. The song features intricate wordplay and a blend of introspective verses with a catchy hook, highlighting the tension between artistic integrity and commercial viability. Themes of identity, resilience, and the pressures of the music industry are prevalent. The track's unique musical elements include a dynamic beat and engaging rhythm, contributing to its cultural relevance as a reflection on the complexities of popularity. #HipHop
[Intro]
Aww
Shout-out to Push, shout-out to Malice
Fam-Lay, Ab-Liva (Enemy of the State)
Re-Up
Nigga, we up
G's up
Winding it down, but
Yeah
[Verse 1]
It's Hirst verses and Murakami rhyming
All my raps is superflat, all your raps is super wack
Tell him that the future's back, DeLorean rolling down the block
You can call it "shooting craps," and my roof is back
And my wings is up
Kingda Ka without Kahlua
So, you ain't got to pour the king a cup
Young Yakuza, but none of my fingers cut
So I can still sip Red Zinger with my pinkies up
Made man: You can call this "cleaning up"
I'm OCD: I never think it's clean enough
That's what defines me: I never think it's mean enough
Lines deeper than those waiting on a sneaker, cuz
You gon' need two heads like the King of Clubs just to figure out the meaning of
I'm just achieving buzz
So, stay out of son way like you're drinking blood
This is what it feels like to be in love
Aww
Shout-out to Push, shout-out to Malice
Fam-Lay, Ab-Liva (Enemy of the State)
Re-Up
Nigga, we up
G's up
Winding it down, but
Yeah
[Verse 1]
It's Hirst verses and Murakami rhyming
All my raps is superflat, all your raps is super wack
Tell him that the future's back, DeLorean rolling down the block
You can call it "shooting craps," and my roof is back
And my wings is up
Kingda Ka without Kahlua
So, you ain't got to pour the king a cup
Young Yakuza, but none of my fingers cut
So I can still sip Red Zinger with my pinkies up
Made man: You can call this "cleaning up"
I'm OCD: I never think it's clean enough
That's what defines me: I never think it's mean enough
Lines deeper than those waiting on a sneaker, cuz
You gon' need two heads like the King of Clubs just to figure out the meaning of
I'm just achieving buzz
So, stay out of son way like you're drinking blood
This is what it feels like to be in love
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