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Текст песни "Lupe Fiasco — Super Lupe Rap"
[Intro: Pharrell]
I said think about your future, you can't do that tomorrow
But you don't hear a word, you see that S-L-R -track skips, fades-
[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
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 flow and grammar, no shots 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 cant feel yours through my Superman "S"
Yes, I'm Superman'd out, Red Cartier look like Superman house
Insha'Allah to my plan, hope it super pans out
My life is like Italians doing 100 miles
And the top open like the roofer ran outta tiles
Walked right into Philipes when I ran outta Chows
Next up is Crustacean and fast food Halal's
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 I'm tryna steal his froooo
Go back in time, take the slaves plows, shovels, and the hooooes
Their masters get the "It Was Written" introooo
SLR Ten fo, SLR Ten fo
Soundtrakk let the beat go
Soundtrakk let the beat roam
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
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 like me like an outcast
Cause I tell the world what I want to
But you can tell me what you gon' do
[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
Cause nigga I don't believe that
Like 9/11 came from Iraq
And Mayweather on the Speed bag
Automatic weapons keep the same rhythm he has
That's how the hood sound
Grew up in a hood town
West side ghetto, Windy City, Cook Count(y)
Black skies lookin up, crack pipes lookin down
Accused of not looking back, blind nigga look around (haha)
City on my back, so the CHI go errywhere I'm at
Presence so shiny, Mercedes so matte
Copped that from Platinum, the color of my plaque
I memorize "Colors" off of Yo! MTV Raps
A nightmare walking in a psychopath's nap
Defeat your purpose like a weed stash in the rehab
And 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 gettin' T-Bagged
Just wanna rap nice, that ain't 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 I'm a mother lovin' mirror fool
Being dope is all in the muscle
It's more than just a pause and a chuckle
I bench press elephants, and bowling 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
And I don't care for similarities
Cause I'm a pioneer, not a parody
These ain't bars, this is barbarity
SLR......Clarity.
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
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 like me like an outcast
Cause I tell the world what I want to
But you can tell me what you gon' do
[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco]
Holy shock and awing cattle prods,
All up in the action where the fraction of the catalog,
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 making C
