Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Supa, artist - R.A. The Rugged Man. Album song Legendary Classics, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Greenstreets Entertainment
Song language: English
Supa |
Yo yo yo |
Miraculously the blacklist could not rid me |
Sissy pigs frisk me, it’s me |
Everybody in the club tipsy |
Fuck that, bring hip hop back to New York city |
Get busy with the white grizzly, wiggy wiggy wiggy |
Blowtorch leave ya ass crispy — hidden delivery |
No tricking me with evil and trickery, history, misery |
Mystery like Agatha Christie |
My enemies wanna physically cripple me, bitch strictly |
Specifically wordplay, Slick Ricky, I’m slicker than Slick Ricky |
I’m the top notch, the elite, we meet, me defeat |
Me be beat, repeat in this street life is cheap |
Baa baa black sheep, no shoes, dirt black feet, pack heat |
Track meet run from cops, ghetto athlete |
I’m back that deep, you lack lyrical heat |
I’m supa (supa, supa) |
I’m supa (supa, supa) |
I’m supa (supa, supa) |
I’m supa (supa, supa) |
I used to sneak in windows and steal Nintendos |
Pimp hoes, white mandingos, I wear black, I don’t wear pink clothes |
Suffolk county anything goes |
Why you trying to copy my shit like Kinkos? |
I drop brickloads, sick flows, I done did those |
Hit hoes, ripped shows, quotables kicked those |
All the criminal shit and the sinning |
They wanna know do I have a religion |
Is there a god, do I believe in him? |
Oh yes, how the fuck else could I be so blessed? |
God put me on this earth to be one of the best (of all time) |
And don’t question it, it’s a definite |
The all time best in it, kept in it, repping it |
The last one left in it |
I’m A plus, you get a F in it |
Negative, pessimist, effortless |
Caucasoid, leprosy, lepedist, method in repping this |
Fresher, so fresh in this, catching the specialist |
I’m ol' D, special K, treacherous, I’m supaaa |
I gets papers in small amounts |
Ooga booga bounce |
Small fry born 4 pounds 8 ounce |
I like to drink, milk, it helps me grow |
And think like a champ |
Suckers I vamp |
I, I don’t care, I’m ugly as shit bitch |
Stop and stare, American nightmare |
I’m super duper, I’m the newschool |
Of the oldschool school |
Voice is smoother than Luther |
Don’t let the ugly grill piece fool ya |
I’m Kostya Tszyu, you Zab Judah |
Two rounds through ya forget the past, I’m the future |
Crowd mover, I’m super duper duper |
Supa supa supa |