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Michael Young History Saga

Song # 6

“The Cool” by Lupe Fiasco

Off of the Album: Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor

Michael Young History Saga

Song #1

“He Say, She Say” by Lupe Fiasco (ft Gemstones and Sarah Green)

Off of the Album: Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor

Michael Young History Saga

Song # 2

“Real Recognize Real” by Lupe Fiasco

Off of the Album: Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor (leaked version)

Michael Young History Saga

Song # 5

“Put You on Game” by Lupe Fiasco

Off of the Album: Lupe Fiasco’s The Cool

Michael Young History Saga

Song # 4

“The Die” by Lupe Fiasco (ft. Gemstones)

Off of the Album: Lupe Fiasco’s The Cool

Michael Young History Saga

Song # 3

“The Coolest” by Lupe Fiasco

Off of the Album: Lupe Fiasco’s The Cool

Decided I wanted to do something special for this Saturday on the blog. So for those of you who are not familiar with Lupe Fiasco or are big fans, I’m going to post the songs in the Saga of Michael Young History instead of just 1 Song of the Day.

The story of Michael Young History Spans throughout Lupe’s music Catalog with little bits and pieces in various songs. But some songs are completely dedicated to the story. While many people may think that other songs are partially part of the story such as (Streets on Fire and Superstar) I’m going to post these that tell the basic story of Michael Young History, The Game, and The Streets.

Concerning the order of the songs: This may not be the order of events exactly as they are intended to be, but I feel like the story is non-linear in some places and simultaneous in others. So make sense of it however you will.

Hope everyone enjoys the saga of My Cool Young History. ;)

They say The Game has the belly of The Beast.
Blunts for finger and hollow tips for teeth.
Wire taps for ears. Nike Airs for feet.
Blasphemy for prayers. A system for a heart. Rap music for beats.
Heroine for a son and he’s married to The Streets. Crack pipes for lungs.
And he never sleeps. Just spies with dice in his eyes.
Loves life cause he like when it dies.
With a baking soda soul, he coughs up pleasure.
Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together. He knows he’s clever.
Jealous: His house, all the liquor that poured out goes right in his mouth.
Rides around on a stray bullet
with prostitutes, pimps, dope dealers, and killers tied to it to pull.
A TV in his head. Strippers slide down his legs. And he’s known to ride around with the feds. He’s out there…

— Lupe Fiasco (“Real Recognize Real”)