Lupe Fiasco - SLR (Super Lupe Rap) lyrics
[Lupe Fiasco - SLR Super Lupe Rap lyrics]
I said think of your future
You can't do that tomorrow
But, you don't hear a word you see that SLR
O ye tormented souls my goal is to sit on
The globe like North Poles
And thats the top mang
Going hammer like a Glock can't
All flow and grammar, no shot drank
I'm so sober when I speak
I call it catching bullets with my teeth
You can feel it in your chest
Like Bruce Lee jumping on your vest
But, I can't feel yours
Through my Superman 'S'
Yes, I'm Superman'd-out
Rare Cartier look like Superman house
Inshallah to my plan hope it super pans out
My life is like Italia doin 100 miles
And the top open like the
Roofer ran outta tiles
Walk right into Philippe's when
I ran outta Chow's
Next up is crustaceans and fast food halals
The beef is all the same
It's just how they kill the cows
Somebody tell Malcolm X that I'm
Tryna steal his style
And tell Cornel West that I'm
Tryna steal his fro go back in time, take
The slaves plows, shovels, and the hoes
The masters get the "It Was Written" intro
SLR 10-4 sLR 10-4 soundtrakk let the beat go
Soundtrakk let the beat roll
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 don't believe that like 9
11 came from Iraq mayweather on the speedbag
Automatic weapons keep the same rhythm he has
That's how the hood sound
Grew up in the hood town
West side ghetto, Windy City Cook 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 I'm at
Presence so shiny, Mercedes so matte
Cop that from Platinum
The color of my plaque
I memorize "Color's" off of Yo! MTV Raps
A nightmare walking in a psychopath's nap
Defeat your purpose like a weed
Stash in the rehab
Guess who's sneaking in the weed bags
That be me with my me ass
Not tryna be anything but free as
Flow is so nuts
The track is gettin teabagged
Just wanna rap nice, that ain't me - tag
If you wanna be mean
Then you wanna be me bad
Call it being Pretty Lyrically Swag
Soulja call it Super Lupe Lyrical
You can't understand me nor mimic my miracles
All I see is me and
I'm a mother lovin' mirror-full
Bein' dope is all in the muscle
It's more than just a pause and a chuckle
I bench press elephants
And bowlin ball juggle
So don't 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 don't care for similarities
Cause, I'm a pioneer, not a parody
These ain't bars, this is barbarity
SLR clarity
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
Holy Shock and awing cattle prods
All up in the action with
A fraction of the catalogue of my peers
I ain't doin' numbers like Anbesol
But, I'm here, and I'm revered
Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All
City Chess moves Mickey Donny, Diggy
CRS fool carrera Era, Panamera, F Tool
Emperor, Free Chilly nigga, fNF RULES!
'Ye, what these niggas talkin' 'bout?
A Jesus in the desert walking
Dundee walkabout a self imposed exile
Learn 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 that's how you do it
E'rything 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 - body parts
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
You can't do that tomorrow
But, you don't hear a word you see that SLR
O ye tormented souls my goal is to sit on
The globe like North Poles
And thats the top mang
Going hammer like a Glock can't
All flow and grammar, no shot drank
I'm so sober when I speak
I call it catching bullets with my teeth
You can feel it in your chest
Like Bruce Lee jumping on your vest
But, I can't feel yours
Through my Superman 'S'
Yes, I'm Superman'd-out
Rare Cartier look like Superman house
Inshallah to my plan hope it super pans out
My life is like Italia doin 100 miles
And the top open like the
Roofer ran outta tiles
Walk right into Philippe's when
I ran outta Chow's
Next up is crustaceans and fast food halals
The beef is all the same
It's just how they kill the cows
Somebody tell Malcolm X that I'm
Tryna steal his style
And tell Cornel West that I'm
Tryna steal his fro go back in time, take
The slaves plows, shovels, and the hoes
The masters get the "It Was Written" intro
SLR 10-4 sLR 10-4 soundtrakk let the beat go
Soundtrakk let the beat roll
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 don't believe that like 9
11 came from Iraq mayweather on the speedbag
Automatic weapons keep the same rhythm he has
That's how the hood sound
Grew up in the hood town
West side ghetto, Windy City Cook 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 I'm at
Presence so shiny, Mercedes so matte
Cop that from Platinum
The color of my plaque
I memorize "Color's" off of Yo! MTV Raps
A nightmare walking in a psychopath's nap
Defeat your purpose like a weed
Stash in the rehab
Guess who's sneaking in the weed bags
That be me with my me ass
Not tryna be anything but free as
Flow is so nuts
The track is gettin teabagged
Just wanna rap nice, that ain't me - tag
If you wanna be mean
Then you wanna be me bad
Call it being Pretty Lyrically Swag
Soulja call it Super Lupe Lyrical
You can't understand me nor mimic my miracles
All I see is me and
I'm a mother lovin' mirror-full
Bein' dope is all in the muscle
It's more than just a pause and a chuckle
I bench press elephants
And bowlin ball juggle
So don't 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 don't care for similarities
Cause, I'm a pioneer, not a parody
These ain't bars, this is barbarity
SLR clarity
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
Holy Shock and awing cattle prods
All up in the action with
A fraction of the catalogue of my peers
I ain't doin' numbers like Anbesol
But, I'm here, and I'm revered
Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All
City Chess moves Mickey Donny, Diggy
CRS fool carrera Era, Panamera, F Tool
Emperor, Free Chilly nigga, fNF RULES!
'Ye, what these niggas talkin' 'bout?
A Jesus in the desert walking
Dundee walkabout a self imposed exile
Learn 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 that's how you do it
E'rything 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 - body parts
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