Lupe Fiasco Begins Penning “Afro-Futurist” Novel On Twitter

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Lupe Fiasco is working on his next big project. Putting his lyrics on hold for now, he is currently writing a novel that he is publishing via Twitter one chapter at a time.

Teriyaki Joe: Neo Harlem Detective is an Afro-Futurist novel that will be written entirely on Twitter,” he explained. “… It will run for the next couple of months with breaks in between for album promotion etc.”

The first chapter, titled “Grits”  has been tweeted out over the last few days. The second chapter is called “Coffee” and the third “Gravy”.

Lupe’s account is currently set to private, but you can read the first chapter below.

(Warning: Some graphic language)

Chapter One: Grits

Two more smacks should do it. She’s weak. A couple more properly placed palms across the cheeks and she’ll be all his. She’ll make good money for him too. Thick-legged, creole, tall…yeah she’s a real winner. I give her two months. I give him three. Two months before she wises up and figures out she’ll be here forever and three months before she puts a knife in his chest for it. That’s Neo-Harlem for you. That slow burn then that inferno. And you either wood or fire…aint no water just Gin to keep it goin.

Two slick punks gambling they heart out next to the scene. Couple cops shaking down some junky next to that. That’s the view from the office. .45 on the desk. Digital cigar burning. Sun-Ra coming out the speakers. Antique Rick Ross poster on the wall. Man I miss hip-hop. Damn shame. Mental telephone on vibrate. Mostly getting lost dog calls these days. 10 million worth of Units in the wall safe. Nano-Eames couch for now.

Could really use some pu**y. Real pu**y not that robotic Kevlar jellyfish these ladies walking around with today. Fake pu**y fake furniture. “CHANEL VAGINAL IMPLANTS: Who Says Sex Can’t Be Luxurious” “Coach Vaginal Implants: The Next Level” “NIKE Sport Implants: Just Do It”. The Sun-Ra reaches its crescendo just as I get a call worth answering. —1 Million Units!!! Respond For Details— Money first. I like that.

POW! POW! The cops shot the junky. Streets gonna be alive tonight. Real alive. I put on my jacket & head for the diner. I need some grits. 

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