Lupe Fiasco – Steve Jobs: SLR 3 1/2 (Royce da 5’9″ DISS)

Lupe Fiasco – Steve Jobs: SLR 3 1/2 (Royce da 5’9″ DISS) Lyrics

Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Song: Steve Jobs: SLR 3 1/2 (Royce da 5’9″ DISS)

Say yeah, ‘Trakk!
I apologize man, it was last minute
So me ask for this in advance
SLR, yeah

Said they lean on me
n#gg#s tried to dream on me
Told that n#gg# he can lean on me
Fall asleep and have a dream on me

n#gg#, yeah yeah yeah yeah
You see
It takes n#gg#s weeks
They need a comfort zone and some beats

Lollygaggers to poly matters that go over responses
Get all layered and get technical in they content
Press record
Then I bring the receipts

Lambda lambda lambda
I think that sh#t was sweet
I wish I could just kiss you on the cheek
Nerds have they hands in everything

Gangsters won’t even touch the police
Won’t you tell your n#gg#s get back
Take some of those cool fullies and go and get some of our sh#t back
Your problem is you ain’t never have no impact

KitKats and chit chats and syntax won’t make up for how much you sit back
I think that n#gg# scared, he never leave Heaven ’cause he already dead, damn
n#gg# are you insane?
What’s the point in knowing how to point and aim

If the n#gg#s you gon’ bang look exactly the same?
That ain’t motherf#cking cool, that’s a motherf#cking shame
This ain’t no motherf#cking game, that’s why I think you are a motherf#cking lame
We both wear glasses, the difference is I was in school thinking it was cool, you was thinking of skipping classes

Listening to your track record I could see you were skipping classics
I did it on my first one and delivered to the masses
Your songs are immemorable, your verses are impenetrable
I ain’t even listen to that diss record

I only f#ck with you cause of your interviews
I ain’t even trip when you called me a b#tch
I was like “look at Salem, calling me a witch”
Look at how they made them

Look how much they gave them
Look at all the assists
n#gg#, if it wasn’t for Premier
You wouldn’t be, if it wasn’t for, if it wasn’t for

If it wasn’t for, if it wasn’t for, n#gg#, I got a dozen more
Hov think I’m Hov, Nas think I’m Nas
That’s the trick, you ain’t got to think when n#gg#s already think you are
Muah!

Your story crooked and your book too
Pass the dumb sh#t but you would shoot somebody’s sun holding Sunchips
I wish they would’ve left Biz here, and f#cking took you
And all your hyper technical hypotheticals

In life I’ve never met with you, from a distance I accepted you
From the podcast, I been kind of skeptical
This ain’t our first clash, this is just one of the several
I ain’t trying to bash but it was like you was off your schedule

You was throwing more than jabs, I was like this n#gg# is incredible
We had to f#cking edit you
I don’t know what vegan, Detroit vegetable, Dr. Sebi diet infected you
To think that we share the same metrics, or somehow I was less than you

And I was the type of n#gg# that you could get really disrespectful to
I ain’t never lectured you
I get energetic and joke
But in real talk n#gg#, I ain’t never disrespected you

I’mma punch you in your f#cking face and we all think it’s silly
I’m thinking like won’t this b#tch n#gg# clean up his f#cking city
I mean you got all of the clout, know how to bring all the n#gg#s out
You can walk the walk, I mean we seen you walk all over your house

But me and Mickey is geeks
Because you got some heat
Like I didn’t go to the closet and put guns all over the couch
Your mental health hotline, I think that sh#t is grown up

But you’re the very last n#gg# that should be picking that phone up
I spit your verse to get immersed inside of my enemy
And to remind you n#gg#, I got to go through you, just to get to me
Subtle subordination

Perpetual sidekick, n#gg# sort of a station that you used to
So you ain’t got to get all extremely too personal on your albums when you not surrounded by bigger artists to f#cking boost you
n#gg# you called me, I didn’t recruit you
But no regrets, I take it as a test

Said Lupe you got to have some grace
Not be so haphazardly to put the truth all in they face
Now that I think about it, that’s kind of half and half
If a n#gg# asked you for a strap, why would you keep it in the stash?

If you ran the world we’d get defeated in a flash
You really gonna be the boss can’t keep secrets from the staff
I learned that in the streets, n#gg# sweeping trash
Keeping my city clean while you was talking about beating n#gg#’s #ss

That sh#t is wack, long live backpack rap
f#ck these Monster drinking, new age conscious thinking
Farrakhan today, gangster tomorrow, one foot in they sorrow, the other foot in the trap
Killers who easily triggered by a little n#gg#s attacks, who have the audacity to ask rappers to rap

Facts!
Mickey!
Ay, ay, listen I ain’t done n#gg#
Check this sh#t out, look, ay

In seven minutes he did it
If he knew how to freestyle he could’ve rented heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence all this extra inning may come across as master
But my impressions is apprentice, your penmanship has the fingerprints of a gimmick

And affecting the intimacy of impressions of that n#gg# you friends with
I ain’t got to say it to say it
I can’t even blame you
That n#gg#’s one of my favorites

But f#ck that, back to my status
All icy talk spicy like the House of Atreides
Inwardly successful, and outwardly I’ve made it
Clearly, if I was a regular rapper you wouldn’t even come near me

This n#gg# think he Siri, the answer to your queries
What’s Siri to Steve Jobs? A button/Budden to Tahiry
I’m excessively cheery, promote my n#gg#s theories
What’s an alien to a pentagon report? I see your brother trying to cheerlead

That’s what he’s supposed to do
And everybody that’s f#cking close to you
Post support, push you forth
And calm your black #ss down because they didn’t put you in the source

You chose violence
I just want to know when you gonna respond to Osyris
And go to E.O.Dub, battle him front a judge
Instead of hitting smack and trying to entertain the thugs

Come and f#ck with us
Nerds!
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Release Year: 2006