Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Supreme Righteous, artist - Soul Khan.
Date of issue: 14.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Supreme Righteous |
Excuse me, can i get an ear from you? |
Nah, fuck it, just a bucket for a tear or two |
How can i be spiritual |
When i am stuck in here with you? |
You ain’t got the answers, son |
I’m looking for akira’s room |
I’ll drink a beer with you |
And contemplate on what’s real |
Taking me for granted |
Well, i guess that’s how the sun feels |
The bassline and rhythm are my spacetime continuum |
I won’t stop for nothing like keanu at the buswheel |
Gimme that word of mouth, time to tell a few friends |
I’m mr. |
ehrmantraut tying up my loose ends |
You the lack the minerals and vitamins and gluten |
Q throwing bishop off the roof, that’s a juice cleanse |
See to the desperate |
It’s effortless to sell a dream |
So shorty, make it drop like my self esteem |
These other dudes are just overly developed memes |
They’re sockpuppets, son, i tell you what the hell i mean |
Elohim |
So please give me that flame |
Just a flicker of light |
And i’mma give you the same |
I’mma get this shit right |
This might be the one |
It’s still dope if it ain’t |
And my time hasn’t come |
But i hope that it waits |
Y’all wanna get turnt up? |
Well i’m getting burnt out |
So open your purse up |
We’re going to church now |
Ain’t nothing to purchase |
To make you feel worthwhile |
I’ve come with a purpose |
Got game like it’s earthbound |
It’s not what you think like |
She’s pulling her skirt down |
Homie, this that feeling in your gut before the alien bursts out |
The book of genesis can’t mess with my sperm count |
And fucking with my mona lisa’s nothing to smirk 'bout |
My rhyme style’s way more fly than my lifestyle |
But neither one can shine as bright as my wife’s smile |
When bringing home the bacon is your single motivation |
It’s like you gotta starve to keep this shit highbrow |
The only man to skinny dip in a sarlac |
With hardly a part scratched |
I’m trying to get around like willie nelson’s guitar strap |
So hand me my contract |
I’ll sign it in cognac |