Lupe Fiasco - SLR Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - SLR Lyrics



[Pharrell Williams]

I said think about your future

You can't do that tomorrow

But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR



[Lupe Fiasco]

O' ye told 'en in the 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"

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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 towels

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



[Hook]

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



[Verse 2]

'Cause nigga I don't believe that

Like 9/11 came from Iraq

Mayweather on the speed bag

Automatic weapons keep it same rhythm he has

That's 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 everywhere I'm 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 psychopath's map

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?

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 are bars, this is barbarity

SLR... Clarity



[Hook]

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



[Verse 3]

Holy shock and awe, cattle prods

All up in the action where the fraction of the catalog

All 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 ' [?] 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



[Hook]

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

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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

Kanye West - Don't Stop (ft. Lupe Fiasco & Pharell) Lyrics

Kanye West - Don't Stop (ft. Lupe Fiasco & Pharell) Lyrics

[Pharrell:]
Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
The muthafucking skateboard P
Knowing that your mee lo
Playing games like you're cee-lo
In a tight situation like speedo's
You can have it your way like Carlito
My nigga will be happy to give you torpedos
And have you car twisted like a blunt
For you faggot ass niggas that like to front
I'm on some BBC bape shit
Im on some cake shit
In the kitchen with the heat making beats in my apron
You hating and you want to erase it
Close your eyes when you know you can't take it
My flow interrupts your homeostasis
I Rolls Royce it on a regular basis
You talk street shit it sound like sweet shit
Straight liquorice you niggas sound ticklish
80k large for the Hermes dream
Coke n crop in all your magazines
Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my niggas like freon
You bitches on my pecan
She got an ass you can eat on
Try to play tough like the leather on a Vuiton
I hit it til I could seat on
Try to get her freak on
Ask me to R Kelly ya and get pee'd on
I said it aint me maam
That 8 behind me still got the burner
Yes the enzo is stilll black like Sojourner
Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth
Spittin' what I did in the booth
I'm out, pooof!

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Carrera, raised in a teenage mutant ninja turtle era
Wanna bear n tell the truth, I dare ya
Ya lie, so eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers
For terror made in america too live
Fuck the property or give me my props properly
High off life this high technology, DeVry
I rep Muhammad Ali more like rapology
My policy's not to be dishonestly deprived
So gimme that, gimme that, keep going
Where my city at, I'm like steak and fries but never die

They wanna Ghostface wanna be me
But they will post haste follow me into the after life
That means you going right after I've
But I'm the hero sort of like Jack Sparrow
So someway somehow I have survived
Ha ha surprised
Who is he that we see coming over the tides
In a speed boat, boat load of pride
Fall of Rome, dress shirted and mastermind tie
He what happens when rappping and happen the fashion collide
So OMG is the "C" from the C-R-S LOL'ing at you haters
Tell your BFF's like

[Kanye West:]
Yes, Mr West turn that new child rebel
Loud as a badass child level
Who need a chorus we through with a tyrannosaurus
Tyrone it's been a year with no phone
Could you explain how high is your zone
We'll take the plane rub his nose in cocaine
There's hoes in magazines you lame sayin you lame
And for the hate in advance, pull down your pants
Make 'em kiss both cheeks like we living in France
Diamonds blue, business manager's Jewish
And if I get sued my lawyers Jews
Some girls do, grab the cojones
Say you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra Loan-us
Brand new ferrari's I gotta make the donuts
C-R-S is like a hip hop Christmas bonus
Niggas is hating on the internet I couldn't tell
I was too busy rapping GOOD as hell
I was too busy flying, parasail!
Tell collect to get the new shit that Paris sell
Tarantino, Da Vinci, gettin' Benji's, get half off Fendi
Half of that's to Cindy's
Hoped out the spaceship on my Mork and Mindy
Popped too many corks to let you dork's offend me
Props in New York but Chi town's the city
Get my city hoochie's Gucci, Monica Bellucci's
Are those the real millionnaires or the bendi's?
I'm so ultra I'm even over Oprah
But let me check your account, haha no sir

Don't stop, dont stop...

Lupe Fiasco - The Show Goes On Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco - The Show Goes On Lyrics

[Chorus x2:]
Alright, already the show goes on
All night, till the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just remember when you come up
The show goes on!

[Verse 1:]
Have you ever had the feeling that you was being had
Don't that shit make you mad
They treat you like a slave, with chains all on your soul,
And put whips up on your back,
They be lying through they teeth
Hope you slip up off your path
I don't switch up I just laugh
Put my kicks up on they desk
Unaffected by they threats than get busy on they ass
See that's how that Chi-Town made me
That's how my daddy raised me
That glittering may not be gold, don't let no body play me
If you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me
Go on and put your hands up, when times are hard you stand up
L-U-P the man, cause a brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us they'll never slow my plans up!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
One in the air for the people that ain't here
Two in the air for the father that's there
Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto
Four for the kids who don't wanna be there
None for the niggas trying to hold them back
Five in the air for the teacher not scared to tell those kids thats living in the ghetto
That the niggas holdin back that the World is theirs!
Yeah yeah, the World is yours, I was once that little boy
Terrified of the World
Now I'm on a World tour
I will give up everything, even start a world war
For these ghettos girls and boys im rapping round' the World for!
Africa to New York, Haiti then I detour, Oakland out to Auckland
Gaza Strip to Detroit, say hip-hop only destroy
Tell em' look at me, boy!
I hope your son don't have a gun and that would be a D-boy

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
So no matter what you been through
No matter what you into
No matter what you see when you look outside your window
Brown grass or green grass
Picket fence or barbed wire
Never ever put them down
You just lift your arms higher
Raise em till' your arms tired
Let em' know you're their
That you struggling and survivin' that you gonna persevere
Yeah, ain't no body leavin, no body goin' home
Even if they turn the lights out the show is goin' on!
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[Chorus x2]