Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SUPER PREDATOR, artist - Joey Bada$$. Album song ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cinematic, Pro Era
Song language: English
SUPER PREDATOR |
Yeah, just ride with a nigga |
America’s number one, you can bet on ya life! |
Statik Selektah |
Ride with a nigga like |
America’s number one, you can bet on ya life! |
Call me the general, pushing that new agenda through |
For my millennials, troubled youth and the felons too |
Tryna be perennial, but chance of livin' is minimal |
She critical, exactly what made my niggas criminals |
Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain’t no miracle |
Word to Steezy, I’ma keep this shit lyrical |
'Til I fall out my physical, all my verses is biblical, uh |
Flowin' religiously, my delivery spiritual, uh |
Feelin' invincible, this here is nothin' new |
This is just principle, take notes, if I were you |
They say I’m a clumsy king, how I be droppin' jewels |
But see, the funny thing is I got lots to lose |
Never no fucks to give, only one life to live |
So I exchange my negative for a positive and it’s all |
Good Lord, the pen is way mighty than the sword |
Who want war? |
I told you before |
How I kicked in the door |
With the rugged raw, back just to reinstall |
What you niggas thought it was? |
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a comer up |
I can teach you a lesson |
How to get your hunger up |
Homie ya |
How I kicked in the door |
With the rugged raw back just to reinstall |
What you niggas thought it was? |
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a come up |
About to teach you a lesson |
How to get your fuckin' hunger up, nigga |
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah |
Never let the tings run we, uh |
All di gyal dem a come pree |
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free |
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah |
Never let the tings run we, uh |
All di gyal dem a come pree |
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free |
Super predator, filthy AmeriKKKa |
Burn the newspapers and the editors |
My dead presidents ain’t dead enough |
Blew a zip to the head, still ain’t red enough |
Pray to Jesus, hope he got you |
No I’m not a chicken, I never listen to FOX News |
Niggas built the country but never givin' they props due |
Payin' for my people, I’m still payin' for my pops dues |
I’m royalty, my momma said it |
I’m gold hearted, I’m scum headed |
Lost soul in a promised land of promises |
Gotta mask on, but no, I’m not anonymous |
Built on my lonely, no accomplices |
Light a L up for my accomplishments |
I’m a real nigga, it’s not a lot of 'em |
If they were, then the cops probably shot at 'em |
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah |
Never let the tings run we, uh |
All di gyal dem a come pree |
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free |
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah |
Never let the tings run we, uh |
All di gyal dem a come pree |
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free |
Yeah, I stomp the grounds in my Timberlands |
Ain’t nothin' colder than New York when that December in |
The coldest shoulders, from average Joes and the simple mans |
I pack the heat 'cause I’m known around to be simmerin' |
That mean I’m finna hit the boilin' point like real soon |
Man, I’ve been heatin' up, my self esteem been on the moon |
The flow is hotter than volcanic craters near the equator |
Any debaters is simply haters, they know that I’m greater |
I be countin' my paper, forever fuck all the majors |
Did it all on my own, don’t owe nobody no favors |
It’s clear, I’m heir to the throne, I’ve been the best in my zone |
Internationally known, forever Brooklyn’s own |
I mean, come on, but here’s for the Presidents, the Congressmen, the Senators |
Who got us all slavin' while they reapin' all the benefits |
Got the world thinkin' that it’s true 'bout what they said of us |
AmeriKKKa’s worst nightmare, the super predator |