Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Supreme , by - BenefitRelease date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Supreme , by - BenefitSupreme |
| You defiantly better respect me Before I check the pressure per square inch you face can withstand directly |
| Beats so nice they spoil me, true loyalty |
| I flip a sample so sick, I’m never paying royalties |
| I demand to be held high like big salary |
| Don’t ride my dick, you’ll get burnt like one calorie |
| I can hold my own, and I’m soon to be known |
| From the biggest city, down to where the wild cattle roam |
| Low budgetness is no budget, I’m broker then broke |
| So dirty, cheap, and raw has you chokin’on smoke |
| Inhale and exhale, electrifyingly real |
| My microphone is handcrafted from a live third rail |
| I excel, fall off? |
| you might as well, you bite as well |
| that’ll send you right to hell |
| Benefit prevail, about time it’s done |
| And I blaze so hot I outshine the sun |
| Continuous, so how do you plan to stop this? |
| You can’t even come close to me like Lockness |
| Topless, no bottom, no sides, no space |
| That’s how I kill emcees and leave no trace |
| Go ahead an try to find evidence |
| But Benefits ghosts like dead presidents |
| Your finished, why’d you step huh? |
| with bad luck too |
| Looks like you gamble real high in a game of fuck you |
| No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching) |
| No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching) |
| All reality (scratching), Supreme (scratching) |
| No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching) |
| No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching) |
| No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching) |
| All reality (scratching), Supreme (scratching) |
| I’m broke in money but I’m rich in beats |
| And I ain’t jokin’funny off the coke and rum, |
| he’s got your bitch in heat |
| An emcee wanted to be like me, I saw |
| I dragged his ass in gravel and said now you’re raw |
| Explain to me, it’s obviously plain to see |
| The industry supports awfully lame MC’s |
| Time to change this, rearrange the games list |
| realize the games best often remain nameless |
| Beware of Benny Brings he’s aware of everything |
| Till death do us, hip-hop wares my wedding ring |
| I’m above every emcee like Yankee’s caps |
| You’re learnin’how to rhyme, better thank these raps |
| But don’t call it that, call it hip-hop cause it is |
| I got you shaking like those epileptic kids |
| My thoughts move at a rate called ill-speed |
| If deejay’s try to scratch this, their fingers will bleed |
| I try to play the hand that good will dealt me I cut a kids head off, his body still felt me I knew cause the body did a windmill completely |
| The blood spillin’out his neck was writin’in graffiti |
| I try to help them seize out, they just won’t listen |
| just a little criticism causes critical condition |
| You know what’s incredibly painful? |
| submission |
| Don’t sell your integrity, you’ll get no commission. |
| You faded away, step down you had one turn |
| Come to close to me, you’ll catch a wicked sunburn |
| I’ll pay no attention to a payroll mention |
| Your din’push-ups, I’m in the gym bench pressin' |
| That means I’m real deal, and your petty shit |
| Fake mafia emcee’s spittin’spaghetti shit |
| Using Gotti’s name in vain, and Gambino’s the same |
| Time to chain the lame, damn quit makin’a claim |
| Fuck the fame, when I spit, I spit propane |
| My words burn emcee’s in infernal flame |
| Eternal same, these rap acts dressin’alike |
| It’s baptism and communion when I’m blessin’the mic |
| Have no real skill, but time will tell |
| If your gimmick catches on, then your rhyme will sell |
| Undeniably ill, but broke as hell |
| Just then the latest emcee joke just fell |
| Place me on top, record labels pray I won’t drop |
| Cause their emcee’s will quit, and the profits will stop |
| I can see you, but I can’t feel you, like a mirage |
| I’ll battle every sing person in your entourage |
| Catch a slap to the face, gun clap in the waist |
| just a rappin’disgrace, another rat in the race |
| Wack emcee’s get the dick, and they’ll fall off quick |
| What’s Benefit like? |
| (umm he’s sick) |
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|---|---|
| Belief ft. Kinetics, Dylan Owen, Benefit | 2017 |
| Proceed With Caution | 2001 |
| Been Sick | 2015 |
| Exact | 2001 |
| If I Owned a Midget (Midget Named Gordo) | 2001 |
| Fairwell | 2001 |
| Oscar's Present (Interlude) | 2001 |
| Warp to World 6-9 | 2001 |
| Blind Following | 2001 |
| Call of Revolt | 2001 |
| Friends | 2001 |
| My Story | 2001 |
| A Page in Hip Hop's Diary | 2001 |
| Garbage Pail Kids | 2001 |
| The United Stage of America | 2001 |
| My Enemy | 2001 |
| Something Wicked This Way Comes | 2001 |
| Therapy and Peace | 2019 |