[Intro] I said think of your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word; you see that SLR [Verse 1] O ye tormented souls My goal is to sit on the globe like North Poles And thats the top mang, going hammer like a Glock can't All flow and grammar, no shot drank I'm so sober when I speak I call it catching bullets with my teeth You can feel it in your chest Like Bruce Lee jumping on your vest But I can't feel yours through my Superman 'S' Yes, I'm Superman'd-out Rare Cartier look like Superman house Inshallah to my plan hope it super pans out My life is like Italia doin 100 miles And the top open like the roofer ran outta tiles Walk right into Philippe's when I ran outta Chow's Next up is crustaceans and fast food halals The beef is all the same, its just how they kill the cows Somebody tell Malcom X that I'm tryna steal his style And tell Cornel West that I'm tryna steal his fro Go back in time, take the slaves plows, shovels, and the 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 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 don't believe that Like 9/11 came from Iraq Mayweather on the speedbag 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 errywhere I'm at Presence so shiny, Mercedes so matte Cop that from Platinum, the color of my plaque I memorize "Color's" off of Yo! MTV Raps A nightmare walking in a psychopath's nap Defeat your purpose like a weed stash in the rehab Guess who's sneaking in the weed bags That be me with my me ass Not tryna be anything but free as Flow is so nuts, the track is gettin teabagged Just wanna rap nice, that ain't me - tag If you wanna be mean, then you wanna be me bad Call it being Pretty Lyrically Swag Soulja call it Super Lupe Lyrical You can't understand me nor mimic my miracles All I see is me and I'm 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 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 I don't care for similarities Cause I'm a pioneer, not a parody These ain't bars, this is barbarity SLR... Clarity [Hook] [Verse 3] Holy Shock and awing cattle prods All up in the action with a fraction of the catalogue 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 Mickey Donny, Diggy, CRS fool Carrera Era, Panamera, F-Tool, Emperor, Free Chilly nigga, FNF RULES!!! 'Ye, what these niggas talkin' 'bout? A Jesus in the desert walking, 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 rap in the world combined!! And that's how you do it E'rything 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]