Slr 3 (round Of Applause) Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

[Hook] 

Welcome everybody, SLR 3 

Moment of silence for them, round of applause for me 

[Verse 1] 

I pause to put a round in the palms of thieves 

And then clap for 'em, bring it back to 'em 

Soundtrakk I bring my back to 'em 

Cause they ain't ready for the front, facts to 'em 

Like my nigga Mickey Factz to 'em 

Aye Mickey what the wicky-wicky wack doin'? 

They ain't from us but they claimin' they Columbus 

Their raps come off flat cause they ain't in circumference 

They ain't in the cypher of some lifers 

Them niggas probation, soon to be leavin' Rikers 

They ain't see us as the circle of my peers 

Sir cool but he ain't spheres 

That means he ain't fierce as this 

Sailboat wouldn't survive in the ocean of my tears 

Bring it back to the peephole, that's the circle of my peers 

The back is what I said 

Ready for the front, I rap it out the back of my head 

Know it like the back of my hand 

Cowboy or calf like the back of my leg, you ain't seein' what I said 

That's cause it's comin' out the back of my dreads 

You ain't see it, gotta watch what I say 

Wash a nigga away or dock a nigga pay 

I bring it back to the piers 

And if you ready for that, you've just received the deadliest catch 

That you've seen in years 

Match, and if you think I'm playin' 

Back when you were sayin' "What in the world was that?" 

When I was sayin' 'bout the world 

I was talkin' 'bout when the fuckin' world was flat 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 2] 

So what we got here? Some Top Ramen talkin' 'bout some top tier 

Some top rhymin' to some boxed ears 

Such a waste of my timin', that's why I'm not here 

This recite is just a sight of the 

The real me is out droppin' crop circles all over Iowa 

You're witnessin' a one man cypher-a 

One hand's a gun, the other hand's a silencer 

If I cock the thumb, you gotta take a hike to the 

Hitch, cock, psychotic, did you get that plot? 

If you ain't get the words then just make a little bird 

So you can hear what the fist don't stop, this shit don't stop 

Let you debate whether it's birds tellin' [?] 

Fingernail shells come out my pistol top 

I wear a Rollie so my wrist don't watch 

Cause he don't like to see it, ain't that a bitch? 

The same wrist I shoot the three with, game winnin' remix 

Revisit the ship, upon which niggas seasick 

Floatin' on the water out the eyes that I see with 

Burnin' on the fire out the eyes that I see with 

So as we heat seekin' the seen heater sea-seein' 

But fuck it, it's too far off the deep end 

I don't need a reason, I ain't talkin' to 'em 

I just CC'd 'em Tetsuo season 

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[Outro] 

SLR 3, Round of Applause 

Silencer on my hand so my rounds won't sound at all 

Now how that sound to y'all? 

Maybe how dog whistles sound to dogs 

Tetsuo season 

Album comin' out, super soon 

That's right, so I'm gon' rock this way 

And niggas poppin' shit, it ain't got nothin' to do with me 

And just capitalize off all the free press 

Because my publicist charges a lot to do the same shit 

As these niggas doin' it for free 

And I can just rap, because really 

Shit don't even matter to me 

I can rap all day, talk shit all day 

And you niggas just soak it up 

Believe it, if I stop, still gets headlines even though my Twitter locked 

And ain't that a bitch?