Minutos musicales: el HIP HOP salvó la vida de SUPERMAN

Lupe Fiasco es un rapero yanqui (cuyo nombre artístico parece puesto por Los Morancos) del que no había oído hablar hasta hace una semana pero del que sólo me hizo falta escuchar su tema "Superestrella" para darme cuenta de porqué recibe tantas alabanzas.



Buscando clips suyos en internet me topé con este remix de otro de los grandes temas incluidos en su último disco obra de un DJ que ha elegido como imagen del vídeo varios fragmentos de los míticos dibujos animados del Superman de los Fleisher.

Hip Hop Saved My Life

Dedicate dedicate [Lupe speaking] Uh this one right here goes out To my homie with the drink Know what I mean He said I right what I see Write to make it right Don't like where I be I like to make it like The sights on TV Quite the great life So nice and easy See now you can still die from that But it's better than not being alive from straps Agreed A mead notebook and a Bic that click When it's pushed and a wack (echo) beat That's a track that's weak That he got last week 'cause everybody in the stu? Was like that's that heat A base heavy medly with a sample from the 70s With a screwed up hook that went STACK THAT CHEESE Something something something STACK THAT CHEESE Mother sister cousin STACK THAT CHEESE He couldn't think of nothing STACK THAT CHEESE He turns down the beat writers block impedes Crying from the next room a baby in need Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep That plus a black Cadillac on D's Is what keep him on track to be a great MC [Chorus (Nikki Jean) 2x:] Reps Northside so he rocks them braids Eleven hundred friends on his myspace page Stack that cheese got seven hundred plays Producer made him take it down Said he had to pay Open mic champ 2 weeks in a row Ex dboy with a bboy flow Glow like Leroy you should see boy go Got a daddy serving life and a brother on The Row Best homie in the grave Tatted up while in the cage Minutemaid got his momma work like a slave Down baby momma who he really had to honor 'cause she was his biggest fan Even let him use the Honda Drive up to Dallas went to open up for amateurs Let him keep her debit card So he could put gas in it Told her when he get on He's gonna take her to the gallery Buy up everything but the mannequins your dig [Chorus (Nikki Jean) 2x] His man called said "your time might be now" They played your freestlye over "Wipe me down" They played it two times Said it might be crowned As the best thing out the H-TOWN in a while He picked up his son with a great big smile Rapped every single word to the newborn child Then he put 'em down and went back to the kitchen Put on another beat and got back to the mission Of get his momma out the hood Put her somewhere in the woods Keep his lady looking good Have her rolling like she should Show his homies it's a way Other than that flipping Yay Bail his homie outta jail Put a lawyer on his case Throw a concert for the school Show this that's it cool Throw some candy on the cadi Chuck the duece and act a fool Man it feels good when it happens like that Two days from goin back to selling crack, yes sir [Chorus (Nikki Jean) 2x] Hip hope has saved my life [4X]