(Verse 1)
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
[Hook]
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
(Verse 2)
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
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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
[Hook]
(Verse 3)
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.
Body parts
[Hook]
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