Slipping through these intervals
supe the dudes just a cynical spitter
so cut the chitter chatter when you see the batter up,
badder than two mick jaggers, mike jack and an rj bagger
what sadder is these lil naggers be thinking that they can hang
so i swang
Nothings changed but the change in my pocket.
Time spent Tryna blow like a defective rocket.
While men amass hard cash throwing blocks it into stock and tossing what they love most to the rocks for gold lockets
locks upon the head wrapped in a head band and im heading in the right direction flexing my fifth gate
pop in themic bump the track and then slay
they say im very scary so beware the forwarning before warring with the kid supe
coming though to give you a taste of what i call that great shit
take it don't fake it
life is what you make It
for now im just an "aint shit" brother with bigger dreams
than the seams holding my life together
but despite the weather y
ou catch me dancing underneath a holy umbrella swiss cheesed by hella hail
sippin from the holy grail smoking from the chalice
i only roll another L to get away from violence,
coping with reality, look how my brothers dying,
how could you be mad at me with bombs and bullets flying
in the words of the infamous Brooklyn-ite fuhgeddahboutit
in the words of the infamous Brooklyn-ite fuhgeddahboutit
fuhgeddahboutit
fuhgeddahboutit
fuhgeddahboutit
fuhgeddahboutit
in the words of the infamous Brooklyn-ite fuhgeddahboutit
you're always putting it off until the morning sun comes
sometimes you need to be about it now, move ya body now,
turn about and look around
you're always putting it off until the morning sun comes
sometimes you need to be about it now, move ya body now,
turn about and look around
I'm so fly when i die i'll be buried 6 feet lower than cruising altitude in this sky i've made my home
so when you look up you see me right next to the sun
i'm the 1, 2, 3,
filled with knowledge and wisdom understand the man
anything you want i can deliver quick with the snapbacks
not hats
retorts of all sorts it's hard to take a loss from me let's hope that you're a good sport, shake hands no funny business but if is i hit you with the born cypher,
(the type to mike tys ya, or entice ya, make you wanna try to get down with the get down, if not please just sit down)
credits
from Welcome to the Bandstand!,
released January 15, 2016
::Music by Dylan Maida
:::Lyrics written and performed by Supe The Dude
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