Eitt af mínum uppáhalds Lupe texta… Nokkrar af mínum uppáhalds línum þarna… og well hver einasta lína er að geraða gott þarna… Endilega spurja ef það er eitthvað sem þið fattið ekki ætti að vera með svör við nánast öllu… Er samt ekki allveg að skilja Beatles líkinguna wordplay-ið whatever… Wordplay-ið hans lupe og þessar löngu líkingar sem hætta og koma svo aftur seinna eru allgjörlega snild… ég veit ekki um neinn sem er með svipaðan stíl og lupe, enn ég vill meina að þetta sé einhver blanda af common, talib og jay-z :D

Lupe: talking followed by Pen Writing]

[Verse 1:]
Before I start, like to make sure I'm smart
Gather my composure, rather my swagger and my culture
Pivot my fitted, then begin to rivet, with a change of lyric
In other words, I reposition how I sit it,
Then make u “feel it” Like I mispronounced Filet,
On second thought, I can't make u fill it
Like u diggin' ya own grave, ‘less u can Kill Bill it
the night of the living passed away
Can u dig it? Why Emcee? Hey,
I do it for my village-
The pennin’ is John Lennon, the beat; is the Beatles
Go together like Lennon and the people
In some fresh linens and some John Lennon's fresh outta Seagle's
The pen and the needles…

[Writing and mumbling upcoming verse]

[Verse 2:]
I'm back at cha, and I Pac' like cap backwards
Like a hat's backwards, you know, when the bats backwards
Yeah, like a bat catches
The law gotta long arm like a back scratcher
But before I leave mine at home
Like a bad catcher, I think about my zone
Where pimps make scratch off the track like a DJ
Easy, that's my zone rappers
It's my deck…
And if I catch u set trippin' wit my cassette sittin' in a zone rappers:
It's not a threat,
Cuz it'll span ya where I roam rappers, where I hone my skills
They wanna send me back home the devil, is on my heels
They writing this[?] thing like in a sequences police, i repeat
We go together like the Beauty and the Beast
Writing is in my veins;
The ink is the diesel, the pen and the needles

[Writing and mumbling upcoming verse]

The word is mightier than the sword
And my serve is tightier than yours
Like year in St. Louis ya whole flood
I fear I sank through it…
It all became clear,
Like a paramedic with an electric chest kit, YEAH
The gravity of the vocabulary is a caliber equal to Excalibur
Swung wit the grace of Agassi in his amateurs, THERE
There was a deeper depth, don't know how I got here
I also had a hole in my flow,
It appears I sank to it…
My swing, it couldn't be seen
I apply some paint to it, the invisible man
Wrapped in bandages, in critical, CLEAR
The scriptin' of Scorsese the score is Count Basie
We go together like, the original and the sequel
This is the end of the trilogy, ya feelin' me?

endilega spurja myndi bara hafa gaman af því að útskýra :D og endilega ef þið hafið meiri skilning enn ég á þessu beatles dæmi þá já skil ég ekki skít