| Woo, we on fire tonight
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| Woo, yeah, we on fire tonight
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| Woo, Black Star in the house fo' sho'
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| Yo, now everybody go
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| Ghetto people it’s time to ride
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| Baby get involved go side to side
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| Side to side
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| 'Bout to slap box with the beat
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| The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street
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| You can see the crack spot in the backdrop
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| The heat in the stash box of the black drop
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| You wonder why there’s more crime
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| Free food, or a check the only time niggaz on line
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| Getting information from the nigga net
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| The trickle down theory guess it ain’t reached niggaz yet
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| I make a bigger bet
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| Kweli 'bout to be a bigger threat
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| 'Cuz there’s hardly any real niggaz left
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| What the fuck these niggaz talking 'bout?
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| Living a movie but the audience is walking out
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| I fight the temptation to rip the heart from your chest
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| 'Til there’s only five hard beats left, it’s like a dead man walking
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| I turn on the radio and I hear dead men talking
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| Ghetto people it’s time to ride
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| Baby get involved go side to side
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| Yo', I got my headphones up like I’m listening close
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| Face blank with expression it isn’t a joke
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| Start fire, sit back and spit it’s smoke
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| To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat
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| Mad problems take all the niggaz you know
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| Add that number up with every nigga you don’t
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| Final number, some total of the niggaz that won’t
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| Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style
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| What time it is? |
| Crew you can hate me now
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| And ten minutes from then you gon' love me again
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| Buck town republic again writing on the wall trouble again
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| Intensify struggle and such Killers
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| Sade lovers deluxe sound garnered, for the wild hearted
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| Downtrodden, up-starters young violent, uprising
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| Cocaine, and gunpowder up North, or bus crowded
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| Daily vibes to thug mountain cold caves or peaks of high
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| Think you present but unclear, and know how to hide
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| If you wonder why you got so much on your mind
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| 'Cuz your living in a troubling time, this is a puzzling time
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| Fall back without recovering time, and time’s up
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| Brooklyn, put your dimes up
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| Ghetto people it’s time to ride
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| Baby get involved go side to side
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| Ghetto people it’s time to ride
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| Baby get involved go side to side
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| I put feeling inside of my rap
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| Hold it down for my side of the map
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| No matter what North, South East or West side of the mat
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| Bend a needle on the mind and it’s back
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| Got a problem with that? |
| The holler back and the stars is black
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| We the New Era you just a Starter cap
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| Find out what happens when the artist in tact
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| Be sharp as a tack, fall back you smarter than that
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| Or perhaps you just ain’t as smart as you think
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| Figure 8'n on the thin ice part of the rink
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| You a vessel that’s promised to sink
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| Terra Firma ain’t as hard as you think
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| Stare down, and you starting to blink
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| Like 182 this for fellas and the ladies who
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| Don’t need to be spoon fed like baby food
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| I take a bite out the track like a Sabre-tooth
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| And spit out the truth 'til the cops come and spray the booth
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| Ghetto people it’s time to ride
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| Baby get involved go side to side
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| Ghetto people it’s time to ride
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| Baby get involved go side to side
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| It’s all right with you it’s all right with me
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| Do the damn thing what you wanna be
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| That’s right, that’s right that’s right that’s right
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| That’s right, that’s right that’s right that’s right
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| It’s all right with you it’s all right with me
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| Do the damn thing what you wanna be
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| That’s right, that’s right that’s right that’s right
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| That’s right, that’s right that’s right that’s right
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| It’s all right with you it’s all right with me
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| Do the damn thing what you wanna be
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| That’s right, that’s right that’s right that’s right
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| That’s right, that’s right that’s right that’s right
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| It’s all right with you it’s all right with me
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| Do the damn thing what you wanna be
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| (Supreme, supreme)
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| That’s right, that’s right that’s right that’s right
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| That’s right, that’s right that’s right that’s right
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| (Supreme, supreme) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Supreme Supreme , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Right About Now, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп