| Supa Supreme… super scheme
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| Supa Supreme. |
| super scheme
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| The Screen Actors Guild is overcrowded with nothin right now
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| Everybody’s bluffin right now
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| Wastin film and camera time, tryin to expose yourself
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| To the masses with a camera rhyme
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| New York and Hollywood don’t need you there
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| Better people than you comin from North, South Caroline
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| You just a shipmate, ready for me to Elimidate
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| Cancel your network, feed the canaries that’s right y’all
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| Now you’re officially over
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| Independent, doin pet work, like Mike Jock & Jam
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| At the BET Awards
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| Your tight plucked fanbase, give me the applause
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| Like you a hype man
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| For one mile then, walkin out the arena doors
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| I don’t care about braggin in the radio game
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| It’s all about the radio flame
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| You could be seen and dealt with, security guards
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| And so-called tough guys with black eyes
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| Put an arrowhead water with ice packs on your jaws
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| Supa Supreme… super scheme
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| Supa Supreme. |
| super scheme
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| The sperm blaster, mic controller
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| Urinary faster, shit on you bastards
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| Walk and skip sail at Sony studios restroom
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| Piss on your masters, leave the Neumann wet
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| Plush conference major nut minor with 30 on the table
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| Cloud fables, enter the room
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| Pissy diapers on top of the bagles
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| You shocked Danny Aina, can’t get past Flip
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| Secretaries try to front
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| Leave the lobbies full of shit worser than anthrax
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| And the Atlantic Records colon cleaner on your desk
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| Your ass so clogged up, niggas talkin shit
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| With hemerrohids and Gas-X
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| You fuckin with the superhero nigga
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| Bronx Detention Center, a/k/a Mass X
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| Fuck XR with four sawed offs in the trunk
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| Fuck y’all, I’m strippin everybody
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| I’m gettin gassy next
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| — repeats to 3:05 of track |