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[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 SongtexteWash 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 [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 [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? Aus Songtexte Mania