Lupe Fiasco - SLR (Super Lupe Rap) lyrics

rate me

Old Yee told em in the souls

My goal is to sit on the globe like North Poles

And thats the top mane, goin hammer like a glock can

All flow and grammer, no shot strayin’

Im so sober when I speak

I call it catchin bullets with my teeth

You can feel it in your chest

Like Bruce Lee jumpin on your vest

But I can feel yours through my Superman ‘S’

Yes, Im Superman Ow! Red cardier look like Superman house

Inshallah to my plan hope it super pans out

My life is like Italians doin 100 miles

And the top open like the roofer ran outta tiles

Walk right into Felipe’s when I ran outta Chows

Next up is crustaceans and fast food allows

The beef is all the same, its just how they kill the cows

Somebody tell Malcom X that Im tryna steal his style

And tell Cornell West that Im tryna steal his froooo

Go back in time, take the slaves plows, shovels, and the hooooes

The masters get the “It Was Written” introooo

SLR Ten fo, SLR Ten fo

Soundtrakk let the beat go

Soundtrakk let the beat roam

In this world i’m so alone

In a category all on my own

Cause I tell the world what I want to

Yea I tell the world what I want to

Man I feel so alone

They treat me like an Outcast

Cause I tell the world what I want to

But you can’t tell me what you gon do

Cause nigga I dont believe that

Like 9-11 came from Iraq

Mayweather on the speedbag

Automatic weapons keep it same rhythm he has

Thats how the hood sound

Grew up in the hood town

West side ghetto, Windy City could count

Black skies lookin up, crack pipes lookin down

Accused of not lookin back, blind nigga look around

City on my back, so the CHI go errywhere Im at

Presence so shiny, Mercedes so mack

Cop that from platinum, the color of my plaque

I memorize colors off of Yo! MTV Raps

A nightmare walkin in a psychopaths map

Defeat your purpose like a weed stash in the rehab

Guess whos sneakin in the weed bags

They be me with my mean ass

Not tryna be anything but free as

Flow is so nuts, the track is gettin teabagged

Just wanna rap nice, that aint me tagged

If you wanna be mean, then you wanna be me bad

Call it being Pretty Lyrically Swag

Soulja call it Super Lupe Lyrical

You cant understand me nor mimic my miracles

All I see is me and Im a mother lovin mirror full

Bein dope is all in the muscle

Its more than just a pause and chuckles

I bench press elephants, and bowlin ball juggle

So dont be scared to take the Super Lu route

Top 5 alive and I only got 2 out!

School ya on your history, I tell ya what you bout

Fight for all the right things and let the Huey New out

Pharrell what these niggas talkin bout?

2 man Big Pun, a 1 man Slaughterhouse

A 2 album Jay-Z, a 1 nigga Wu-Tang

Young and hungry Mos Def, a conscious rappin Lil Wayne

I dont care for similarities

Cause Im a pioneer, not a parody

These are bars, this is barbarity

SLR……Clarity

Holy Shock and Awe, Cattle prods

All up in the action where the fraction of the catalog

All my peers, I aint doin numbers like Amazon

but Im here, and Im revered

Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All City Chess moves makin ????? Diggie CRS fool

Carrera Era, pan Amera, F-2, Emperor, Free Chilly nigga, FNF RULES!!!

Ye, what these niggas talkin bout?

A Jesus in the desert walkin, Dundee walkabout

A self imposed exile, learned to let the awesome out

Even if I was homeless I would still have an awesome house

Cause the world is mine, Lupe to the rescue, the world is fine

Words and lines of mine, I feel. are better than every rap in the world combined!!

And thats how you do it

Errything flow, errything fluid

Stupid with the raps, but the raps never stupid

Trakk on the music, SLR ruthless

And the next whip is that Ferrari cart

Game over.

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