S.L.R. (Super Lupe Rap)

I said think about 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 that's the top mane; goin' hammer like a glock can

All flowing grammar; no shots strayin'

I'm 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't feel yours through my Superman "S"

Yes, I'm Superman'd-out

Red Cartier look like Superman's 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 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 Malcom X that I'm tryna steal his style

And tell Cornell West that I'm tryna steal his fro

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

Yeah 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 speed bag

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 everywhere I'm at

Presence so shiny, Mercedes so matte

Cop that from Platinum, the color of my plaque

I memorize colors off of Yo! MTV Raps

A nightmare walkin' in a psychopath's nap

Defeat your purpose like a weed stash in the rehab

Guess who's 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 getting' teabagged

Just wanna rap nice, that ain't me tagged

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

Call it bein' Pretty Lyrically Swag

Soulja call it Super Lupe Lyrical

You can't 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

It's more than just a pause and a chuckle

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?

Two man Big Pun, a one man Slaughterhouse

A two album Jay-Z, a one 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 aint 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

Yeah 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 awe, cattle prods

All up in the action with a fraction of the catalog

Of my peers, I ain't doin' numbers like Amazon

But I'm here, and I'm revered

Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All City Chess moves makin' Donnie Diggy CRS fool

Carrera Era, pan Amera, F-Tool, Emperor, Free Chilly nigga, FNF Rules

'Ye, what these niggas talkin' bout?

A Jesus in the desert walkin', 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 rapper in the World combined!

And that's how you do it

Everything flow, everything 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

Yeah 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