Lupe the Killer

## Song by Lupe Fiasco

"**Lupe the Killer**" is a song by American rapper Lupe Fiasco, released as the seventh track from his mixtape, *Fahrenheit 1/15 Part II: Revenge of the Nerds* (2005). It samples "Revenge of the Nerds" by The Rubinoos (1984) and "Brass Knuckles" by Rupert Holmes (1975).

## Cultural references

* The House of Fabergé was a jewelery firm founded in 1842 by Russian jeweler Gustav Fabergé.
* Colonel Mustard is a character from the murder mystery game, *Clue*. The object of the game is to determine who murdered the game's victim, where the crime took place, and which weapon was used.
* Hannibal Lector is a character from the franchise, *Hannibal Lecter*, who murders and eats his victims.
* Slimer is a character from the *Ghostbusters* franchise. He can pass through solid objects, being a ghost made up of ectoplasm.
* Little Caesars is an American multinational chain of pizza restaurants.
* *The Last Dragon* is a 1985 American martial arts comedy film. It follows martial arts student Leroy Green, who has dreams of becoming a great martial artist like his idol Bruce Lee.

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Uh! I bring you murder in the first

And even as we speak we getting further in this verse

With no further ado I do what I respect

Doom got me stripes like Hamburgler for my work

As Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa

Mercy, he's a mess, so immersed in his murk

He's 2/3 submerged below the surface where they surf

This is where I lay it down like a bird giving birth

So call me "Lu the Giant's Goose" or just "Faberge paint"

'Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of the bay

I wait, til I come back like a tsunami

Never microwave like the watchers of the weight

I'm wrapped in aluminum foil, I do my dirt like Kwame

Until that same soil being pushed into my grave

But I'm so ahead of my time, the next day

Might strike oil where I been layed, homie I'm so crude

Texas tea, haters is so screwed

But I can't fill it like a flathead in a Philips

Don't get it twisted, n\*\*\*a, I'm no tool

More cool than a pool in a blizzard

With ice cubes in it during Christmas

Meanin' there's no schoolin' the misfit

Like I'm throwin' a fit

Or I just can't fit it, tidbit too big

It's gotta hem it til it's fresh to death

Dressed to kill it, like uh!

[Verse 2]

Uh, 187 on my second, I reckon

This is an assault with a deadly session

A soft peace and blessings to the sentence that be reppin

All across in every direction, locality, and section

That know Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa

Give it how I live it most n\*\*\*as won't believe

Or achieve how I did it most n\*\*\*as won't receive

'Til I leave and I bereave the secrets of my sickness

How I, flooded the streets like Venice

I've suffered, demanded, withstanded, pimp handed and hustlin'

I'm Colonel Mustard with the speech

They ain't catchin' me, no suspicions of stickin'

No convictions on my rap sheet

I'm so committing lay my murder game, that's sweet

Speakeasy like Prohibition, no admission

If you ain't knocking like me to the underground bar, burying a toast

Dodging the raid like roach, n\*\*\*a please

[Verse 3]

Uh, I make it give up the ghost

On the trifecta, the third, I differ

N\*\*\*a, you ain't heard, my lecture like Lecter

Letchya in on a secret, but you can't leak it

Lupe's the killa, killa, killa, killa

Since my entrance, my n\*\*\*as had packs

They moved 'em to a trap like Winston

Far from bustas, baby nah

All my homies henchmen

I was the rhymer, my talk went through the walls like Slimer

Or like, eating vagina

Or, a stray bullet, whichever ways I put it

Crooks was hooked like crooks through neighborhoods I pushed it

Little Caesar n\*\*\*as pizzas was like "book it"

Delivery mean like Leroy Green

They couldn't take it to the places I took it

Beware, you don't look it

You ain't dressed for this affair

I'm hooded in the bushes like uh