Nardo Wick – Me or Sum Lyrics
[Part I]
[Intro: Future]
Drop your location, she think she me or sum’ (Hendrix)
Put on my chains, now she think she me or sum’
She keep a Glock in her bag, she think …
[Part I]
[Intro: Future]
Drop your location, she think she me or sum’ (Hendrix)
Put on my chains, now she think she me or sum’
She keep a Glock in her bag, she think …
[Verse 1]
You said, “Speak from your mind
The words that it finds
Come out of your soul, a part of the whole”
You said, “What does it change?
Both of us know
After tonight, there …
[TONY]
Maria…
The most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard:
Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria…
All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word:
Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria…
Maria, Maria…
Maria!
I’ve just met a girl named Maria
And …
[Verse 1]
What happens in dreams where we fly?
Never been as high as tonight
Staring through a window in time
For someone to show me what I’m like
He said, “Hello”, it’s like a …
[Verse 1]
Oh-oh-oh, every little smile hides a little lie
Could cut the silence with a knife
Subatomic bliss is nothing left to miss
It’s just empty Russian roulette
[Pre-Chorus]
Try to brush it off my …
Now bring it out
Like a finger in the back of your mouth
Cherubs and cerebellum, Tara at Sarah’s wedding
Sam marrying Sam
Band pushed upon the finger of Sam’s hairiest hand
If that sickens you, you a bigot
If it doesn’t well then you wicked1
Such is life
Odd as Egg McMuffins at night
No answers, so let us watch these dancers2
Structure reformed gracefully being born
On the pallet of dark greys, concaves and spirals
Kaleidoscope into a Eiffel
It ripples then it tidals
Vacillates then it virals3
Babylons then it Bibles4 and others
And tell me of the spinning mothers
And today’s mathematics for beloved
And beasts’ bellies covered like the cummerbunds of butlers5
How was your day, can I make what you say
What I wanna hear,6 cause I want you here
The hell that we raised to the heavens do anything for
La petite mort, la petite mort7
They keep the bottles just to make glass houses
Then climb up to the second floors and throw rocks out it
Then expect not a volley in reply8
Some place vulnerable like prolly in the eye
What of the chicken? what is it missin’, is it dry?
Did it die in some inhumane conditions so it didn’t go relaxed
And attention from its demise pulled all of the flavor from the fat9
And made it flat and rather lifeless10
Well there’s a place that has a stunning [?]
And more mercifully murdered Pisces
But barbaric are still the prices11
It’s rather niceless, apricot in dices and fromage slices
My son will call risotto rices12
If and when he’s left to his own devices, well
How is your memory?
Is it returning like a lemon tree
To bear bitter fruit of what you meant to me13
Or was it slippin’ like permission am I trippin’ like Phil14
I feel I’m grippin’ but maybe the transmission
Still left out the life, also left out the will, grief
Will cheese never touch your teeth
Maybe like kosher beef
Is it real, is it real, is it real15
Ha, hah!
How at the date can I make you my break
Cause I want you dear, ooh, I want you dear
The hell that we raised to the heavens make for
Our petite mort, our petite mort16
So glad you’re back, but not glad at that you’re glad
Where is the glamor in collapse?
Where in the shatter of the facts shoves one back to a pattern of stab wounds
Swoon ridden goons consumed and driven mad soon17
The attended years slowly fills with baboons
That other monkey business
Where killers go free cause a junkie’s a funky witness18
Runny mascaras from the cunning mask wearers of death19
Bygone errors, sittin’ like two oil derricks
Separated by a sea of cooling num nums
Reminiscing of an every day playing hum drum
Where recognition went unnoticed
And then solidified till it was stoic20
We should’ve been poets21
Somewhere between amateurs and grandmasters of iambic pentameter22
How are your chains, do they make you behave
Keep you over here, by your overseer23
Fallen from grace down from heaven to memories
La petite mort, la petite mort24
Lupe Fiasco paints a picture of females marrying females and males marrying males. He then explains that we have become so accustomed to demonizing people who think differently than us. Those who support LGBT rights call those who don’t believe in the morality of homosexuality “bigots,” and name-calling is reciprocated by the other side as well. He notes that we have polarized ourselves.
While people on opposites sides of cultural issues both claim moral superiority, others numb themselves to the public discourse by spending their time unproductively – watching strippers, for example.
Lupe Fiasco cleverly describes the complexity of reality.
“Babylons then it Bibles” explains the polarized experiences that occur in the world. Babylon, for example, was a radically different society than that of ancient Israel.
“Beasts’ bellies covered like the cummerbunds of butlers” means that greedy people conceal their evil side by disguising it with external lies, making them appear to be good people.
Lupe Fiasco is now clear about this song’s central theme: people hearing what they want to hear rather than pursuing a deeper understanding with people and perspectives they don’t like.
“La petite mort” is a French idom for an orgasm, literally translated “the little death.” According to Lupe Fiasco, we made a hell out of this earth, and we are all selfishly pursuing our own ends at others’ expense (hence the reference to an orgasm).
When people express their anger with violence, they often expect no retaliation, but violence is an endless spiral downward.
Lupe Fiasco sends a blow to the meat industry by explaining how animals are treated terribly – both in their own experience and for the consumers’ sake.
Again, Lupe Fiasco confirms that chicken doesn’t taste good when it is treated so terribly. So why would we treat it terribly?
The cost of living, in Lupe Fiasco’s view, has become absurdly high.
Lupe Fiasco raps about high-quality dishes.
Lupe Fiasco recalls his past relationship with enmity.
Lupe Fiasco wonders whether he has remembered his past correctly.
The purpose of this verse is to question the paradoxes of reality and the divides we create between ourselves (such as vegans and meat-lovers).
Lupe Fiasco slightly alters his song’s hook to place it in the context of a date. Many people find it appropriate to manufacture dates strategically in hopes of receiving a chance at sexual play.
People go crazy because of the cycle of animosity between groups.
Lupe Fiasco asks whether the justice system actually does justice to some of the social ills facing our society.
In other words, people pretend to care that someone has died, but it’s all pretense.
The cold, stoic nature of industry is criticized here. Lupe Fiasco believes there’s no life in it.
Lupe Fiasco believes there is value in poetry.
Iambic Pentameter is a type of poetic rhythm often used by Shakespeare in his sonnets.
Lupe Fiasco invokes terms like “chains” and “overseer” to show that society is unfairly structured, with some ruling others.
This song is about how human beings create conflict within themselves. Power struggles then develop, and the consequences of such struggles can be fatal.
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