Fire

"**Fire**" are songs by Lupe Fiasco, the first surfacing online in June 2009, with production handled by DJ Marbil. The second song was created in response to MTV's Hottest Artists of 2009, and believed to be from his forthcoming album at the time, *Lasers*. *Fake Shore Drive* reported of the latter version, "Not to be confused with the Wasalu track that was featured on the Fake Shore Drive mixtape—you know, the one that DJ Marbil did (which I heard the other day on XM Radio. Ha!) Apparently, Lu was kinda salty that he wasn't featured on the MTV Hottest MCs List. I guess that lit the "Fire" under his ass to release this."

In January 2010, MTV News explained their list, "Lupe's tape [*Enemy of the State: A Love Story*] was tapped as one of the best of 2009. He became inspired to put it together by seeing our 2009 Hottest MCs in the Game list. Fiasco made the 2008 top 10 but was left off last year, chiefly because he didn't have any current material."

## Lyrics

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**Lyrics**
[Verse 1]

Fiasco thats my name don't wear it out

Especially in front of feds who want to know my where-abouts

Where the house and his stash-box at

How he live where he is who he flash Glocks at

And them hurt play boys drop all types of change so we gotta dog-fight all night with the range its all right

You know I be the all time small nine carrier all across America, quick to bury ya

Who done pulled out more babies than Heathcliff Huxtable

He is W, A-S with the A-R and the L-S with the V-S and his ch-arm kids jealous they get pellets

Buck shots and what not

Who tough top get stuck in they mouth like gum-drops

These n\*\*\*as think they're immune but I got chick-booms that will put them in tribunes, resume

[Verse 2]

N\*\*\*as taking mine not permissible. On visual gon' be physical. N\*\*\*as don't believe in God make them spiritual

He make it out that whip it's a miracle

No salad dressing just dress him in his best and bless him I said it so I meant it

I take it if its local Fed-Ex or if it's distant

The business mostly sold to the block

Only told to my pops

Only fold for salat the Glocks and the watch I dropped

Sealing when I'm peeling

Shop Neimans by the season for the freaks them

Two pair of jeans and decent

N\*\*\*as praying I don't see em

MC's is praying I don't see em

I'm franchise now

They just playing for the season

I'mma have shoes next year the way I do this here

I dominate they domino

It's common though typically, lyrically catch yourself slipping with me

[Verse 3]

I'm quite sinister facing two murders one verbal one vehicular

Whipping ah

Pearl white tight with the cinema

Two tears black killing ya

A few years back was the red room distributor

Looking ill'er I-L's with the temperature

Skytell on vibrate hide mail from pirates

Emperor

N\*\*\*as is pussy and bleed vinegar

Chill-Illy on the index, Jerome on the MX, mack millies

And for-really all you insects one hit wonders don't streak like Windex

Hit Michigan for the caper

Mr. Chen get the paper

Laundromats in Hong Kong with the accent saying cat trying to wack my smack connect

Before he get clipped make sure my stacks correct

Hoes get invaded Cadillacs get wrecked

No Problemo long as my habitat's in check

**Lyrics**
[Verse 1]

I was about as uncool as a niece's mother's biggest brother

But now it's all butter

Now I'm bout as uncool as some cover to a pool from a puddle

Like a monsoon but subtler

Slowly pull up my pants

A sagger to a flooder

Now you need a submarine the way I'm cuffin' my jeans

Like I'm arrestin' my dress code

The dress clothes and the dress toes

So let's roll

Ghetto Lambda Lambda's how I address those

N\*\*\*as might peep and think geek

But you need that when you knee-deep goin' on waist-high

Get up to your neck just like a great tie

I finally got the Windsor

Like on my eighth try

Your shirt's still soakin' wet

Your slacks ain't dry

And I have yet to even fall from the sky

I'm hotter than red with a head full of lye

Better run and get Spike, tell him I'm on fire

[Verse 2]

Hell, I don't wanna see you like a male stripper

As you picture yourself lookin' at pictures of male strippers

That's how that I don't wanna go to hell n\*\*\*a

Wish you well like a wishin' well wisher wish itself

It fell at first so now I sail with you

If it happen to sink

I pitch in with pails

And pitchers, bucket, and cup it back to the river

Then cover the leak with Garbage Pail Kid stickers

{dynamite} and first aid the way your saviors

Now your flow look like my bedroom door when I was four

No rockin that boat, or you be swimmin', fo sho

Oh, I stay ship-shape all aboard

That's just how I roll

When I try and keep the run afloat

Hating's a disease

And it's deadly if you catch it

Crabs in the bucket

Always tryna pull me backwards

Position rarely change so they don't really matter

If not the same then similar like Asher and Mathers

[Verse 3]

Bully or I bogard

Bodacious so I'm Humphrey

I used to rubber band but now I got a bungee

If you let me expand

That refers to the money

Gucci's all good

Chanel is all chummy

And that ain't even for me

My honey and my mommy

I'd rather be bummy, nappy on top

Cipriani in my tummy

The fade is for the fans

Not even for my fans

It's more for like the brand

Whether you hear the words or just a show of hands

The sign language lady who be translatin' my jams

You really like the beats or you barely understand

Why I throw my set up wherever I am

Man, it's cause I love my town

My mind was a sponge, but now it's Sham-Wow

I never throw in the towel so just wipe me down

But don't you get too close

They might have to put you out

## Gallery

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## References

1. ↑ Barber, Andrew (October 7, 2009). "Lupe Fiasco - "Fire"". *Fake Shore Drive*.
2. ↑ Reid, Shaheem (January 29, 2010). "Lupe Fiasco's 'Enemy of the State' Inspired by MTV's 'Hottest MCs' List". *MTV*.