Put You On Game! Lupe Fiasco. (Song Review)

I've been listening to Lupe's album since I brought it a week ago, and I can't stop. There's a song on there called "Put You On Game", I swear I've listen to this song back to back about 6 times and I can't get enough. when I first heard it, I couldn't figure it out, but the more I listen the more I understand. Once I realized the story-line, I was blown away. I'm a big hip hop/R&B fan and I appreciate when a artist makes music that take you to another world. I like when you have to listen to it a million time just to make sure you understood each phrase. I appreciate that artist who respect us enough to say "I respect my audience, and I not going to talk down to them. I trust that their smart and open minded. There's no need to dumb them down to sell records" I believe Lupe is one of those great, positive, food for thought artist, who respects his audience. So below, are the lyrics to the song for those of you who haven't heard it yet. (The Narrator is "The Hood, The Ghetto, The Trap, The Game" Which ever one you can relate to). [

The Game: Laughing, smoking] Lemme put you on game [gunshot] Lemme put you on game Don't you know that I run this place, And I've begun this race, Must I rerun this pace? I'm the reason its become this way And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised (lemme put you on game) They love my darkness, I make them heartless, And in return, the have become my martyrs, I've been in the poem of many a poet, And I reside in the art of many a artist (lemme put you on game) Some of your smartest have tried to articulate My whole part in this But they're fruitless in their harvesting' The drow grows from my footsteps I'm the one that they follow, I am the one that they march with (lemme put you on game) Through the back alleys And the black markets, The Oval Offices, Crackhouses and apartments Through the mazes of the queens, The pages of the sages And the Chambers of The Kings (lemme put you on game) Through the veins-es of the fiends, A paper chaser's pager, Yo, I'm famous on the scene One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things Speak every single language on the planet, y'all mean? (lemme put you on game) I am the American dream, The rape of Africa The undying machine, The overpriced medicine, The murderous regime, The tough guy's front, And the one behind the scenes (lemme put you on game) I am the blood of this city, It's gas, water, and electricity, I'm it's gym, and it's math, and it's history, The gunshots in the class And you can't pass if you're missin, G. I taught them better than that I taught them aim for the head And hope they never come back I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby, Hope he never comes back, I hope he's with your mother, With my hustlers high in my trap (lemme put you on game) I hope you die in his trash, I can't help it all I hear when you're crying is laughs I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag, Behind the hospital little baby, Crack addicts had (lemme put you on game) Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper, A welfare-receiving prostitute And gold digger, You can watch on TV, How they should properly depict you, The rivers should flow with liquor, Quench your thirst on my elixirs, (lemme put you on game) I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor Ihe trusted misleader, The number one defender, And from a throne of their bones I rule, These fools are my fuel So I make them Cool (lemme put you on game) Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool, And feed 'em from the table that held Corleone's food, If you die, tell them that you played my game I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name, 'Cause I'm the... [gunshot]