[Hook]
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Welcome everybody, SLR 3
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Moment of silence for them, round of applause for me
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[Verse 1]
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I pause to put a round in the palms of thieves
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And then clap for 'em, bring it back to 'em
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Soundtrakk I bring my back to 'em
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Cause they ain't ready for the front, facts to 'em
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Like my nigga Mickey Factz to 'em
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Aye Mickey what the wicky-wicky wack doin'?
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They ain't from us but they claimin' they Columbus
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Their raps come off flat cause they ain't in circumference
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They ain't in the cypher of some lifers
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Them niggas probation, soon to be leavin' Rikers
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They ain't see us as the circle of my peers
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Sir cool but he ain't spheres
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That means he ain't fierce as this
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Sailboat wouldn't survive in the ocean of my tears
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Bring it back to the peephole, that's the circle of my peers
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The back is what I said
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Ready for the front, I rap it out the back of my head
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Know it like the back of my hand
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Cowboy or calf like the back of my leg, you ain't seein' what I said
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That's cause it's comin' out the back of my dreads
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You ain't see it, gotta watch what I say
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Wash a nigga away or dock a nigga pay
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I bring it back to the piers
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And if you ready for that, you've just received the deadliest catch
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That you've seen in years
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Match, and if you think I'm playin'
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Back when you were sayin' "What in the world was that?"
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When I was sayin' 'bout the world
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I was talkin' 'bout when the fuckin' world was flat
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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So what we got here? Some Top Ramen talkin' 'bout some top tier
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Some top rhymin' to some boxed ears
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Such a waste of my timin', that's why I'm not here
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This recite is just a sight of the
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The real me is out droppin' crop circles all over Iowa
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You're witnessin' a one man cypher-a
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One hand's a gun, the other hand's a silencer
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If I cock the thumb, you gotta take a hike to the
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Hitch, cock, psychotic, did you get that plot?
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If you ain't get the words then just make a little bird
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So you can hear what the fist don't stop, this shit don't stop
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Let you debate whether it's birds tellin' [?]
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Fingernail shells come out my pistol top
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I wear a Rollie so my wrist don't watch
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Cause he don't like to see it, ain't that a bitch?
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The same wrist I shoot the three with, game winnin' remix
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Revisit the ship, upon which niggas seasick
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Floatin' on the water out the eyes that I see with
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Burnin' on the fire out the eyes that I see with
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So as we heat seekin' the seen heater sea-seein'
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But fuck it, it's too far off the deep end
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I don't need a reason, I ain't talkin' to 'em
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I just CC'd 'em Tetsuo season
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[Outro]
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SLR 3, Round of Applause
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Silencer on my hand so my rounds won't sound at all
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Now how that sound to y'all?
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Maybe how dog whistles sound to dogs
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Tetsuo season
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Album comin' out, super soon
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That's right, so I'm gon' rock this way
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And niggas poppin' shit, it ain't got nothin' to do with me
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And just capitalize off all the free press
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Because my publicist charges a lot to do the same shit
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As these niggas doin' it for free
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And I can just rap, because really
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Shit don't even matter to me
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I can rap all day, talk shit all day
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And you niggas just soak it up
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Believe it, if I stop, still gets headlines even though my Twitter locked
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And ain't that a bitch?
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SLR 3 (Round of Applause)
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Lupe Fiasco |