Lupe Fiasco - Steve Jobs: SLR 3 1/2 lyrics

Say yeah, 'Trakk
I apologize man, it was uh, last minute
So, me ask for this in advance sLR, yeah
Said they lean on me
Niggas tried to dream on me
Told that nigga he can lean on me
Fall asleep and have a dream on me
Nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You see, it takes niggas weeks
They need a comfort zone and some beats
Lollygaggers to poly matters that
Go over responses
Get all layered and technical in they content
Press record, then I bring the receipts
Lambda Lambda Lambda
I think that shit was sweet
I wish I could just kiss you on the cheek
Nerds have they hands in everything
Gangsters won't even touch the police
Won't you tell your niggas get that
Take some of those cool fullies and go
And get some of our shit back
Your problem is that you ain't
Never have no impact
Kit-Kats and chit-chat and syntax
Won't make up for how much you sit back
I think that nigga scared
He never leave Heaven 'cause he already dead
Damn, nigga are you insane?
What's the point in knowing how
To point and aim if the niggas you gon' bang
Look exactly the same?

That ain't motherfucking cool
That's a motherfucking shame
This ain't no motherfucking game
That's why I think you
Are a motherfucking lame
We both wear glasses, the difference is
I was in school thinking it was cool
You was thinking of skipping classes
Listening to your track record
I could see you were skipping classics
I did it on my first one
And delivered to the masses
Your songs are immemorable
Your verses are impenetrable
I ain't even listen to that diss record
I only fuck with you 'cause your interviews
I ain't even trip when you called me a bitch
I was like, "Look at Salem
Calling me a witch"
Look at how they made him
Look how much they gave him
Look at all the assists, nigga
If it wasn't for Premier
You wouldn't be, if it wasn't for
If it wasn't for
If it wasn't for, if it wasn't for, nigga
I got a dozen more
Hov think I'm Hov, Nas think I'm Nas
That's the trick
You ain't gotta think when niggas
Already think you are muah!
Your story crooked and your book too
Pass the dumb shit
But, you would shoot somebody's
Son holding Sun Chips
I wish they would've left Biz here
And fucking took you

And all your hyper-technical hypotheticals
In life, I've never met with
You, from a distance, i accepted you
From the podcast, I've been kind of skeptical
This ain't our first clash
This is just one of the several
I ain't trying to bash
But it was like you was off your schedule
You was throwing more than jabs, I was like
"This nigga's incredible"
We had to fucking edit you
I don't know what vegan Detroit vegetable
Dr sebi diet infected you
To think that we share the same metrics
Or somehow I was less than you
And I was the type of nigga that
You could get really disrespectful to
I ain't never lectured you
I get energetic and joke
But in real talk, nigga
I ain't never disrespected you
I'ma punch you in your fucking face
And we all think it's silly
I'm thinking like "Won't this bitch nigga
Clean up his fucking city?"
I mean you got all of the clout
Know how to bring all them niggas out
You can walk the walk, I mean
We seen you walk all over your house
But me and Mickey is geeks
Because you got some heat

Like I didn't go to the closet and
Put guns all over the couch
Your mental health hotline
I think that shit is grown up
But, you're the very last nigga that
Should be picking that phone up
I spit your verse to get
Immersed inside my enemy
And to remind you nigga
I got to go through you just to get to me
Subtle subordination perpetual sidekick
Nigga sort of a station that you used to
So you ain't got to get all
Extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger
Artists to fucking boost you
Nigga, you called me, I didn't recruit you
But no regrets, I take it as a test
You said, "Lupe, you gotta have some grace
Not be so haphazardly to put the
Truth all in they face"
Now that I think about it
That's kind of half-and half
If a nigga asked you for the strap
Why would you keep it in the stash?
If you ran the world

We'd get defeated in a flash
You really gonna be the boss
Can't keep secrets from the staff
I learned that in the streets
Nigga sweeping trash
Keeping my city clean while you was
Talking 'bout beating a nigga's ass
That shit is wack, long live backpack rap
Fuck these Monster-drinking
New-age conscious-thinking
Farrakhan today, gangster tomorrow
One foot in they sorrow
Another foot in the trap
Killers who easily triggered by
A little nigga's attacks
Who have the audacity to ask rappers to rap
Facts!

Mickey!
Ayy, ayy, listen, I ain't done, nigga
Check this shit out, look, ayy

In seven minutes he did it
If he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes
And been done what needed to be
Done by the second sentence
All these extra innings may
Come across as master
But my impression's apprentice
Your penmanship has the fingerprints
Of a gimmick
And affection and the intimacy of impressions
Of that nigga you friends with
I ain't gotta say it to say it
I can't even blame you
The nigga's one of my favorites
Fuck that, back to my status all icy
Talk spicy like the House of Atreides
Inwardly successful
And outwardly I've made it
Clearly, if I was a regular rapper
You wouldn't even come near me
This nigga think he Siri

The answer to your queries
What's Siri to Steve Jobs?
A Budden to Tahiry? I'm excessively cheery
Promote my niggas' theories
What's an alien to a Pentagon report?
I see your brother tryna cheerlead
That's what he's supposed to do
And everybody that's fucking close to you
'Posed to support, push you forth
And calm your black ass down 'cause they
Ain't put you in The Source
You chose violence
I just wanna know when you
Gon' respond to Osyris
And go to EODub, battle in front a judge
Instead of hitting Smack and
Tryna entertain the thugs
Come and fuck with us, nerds