lirik lagu supastition - yada yada
[verse one] [supast-tion]
it’s the return of your recurring nightmare
southern messiah who only rock the fliest nike airs
industry black sheep trying to fight being typecast
screaming nc ’til they put me in that white casket
it’s the day of reckoning, i’m the wrecking ball when the record spins
since the ?uest recommend, i’ve counted consecutive wins
been in so many cities you would think i teleport
keep fans eyes bulging out like tracee ellis ross
read between the lines, i define unsung
continue to son dumb n-ggas ’til the funds come
and anybody trying to stop the agenda
will see i got a hotter temper than a mafia member
i rapped alongside crooked i, phonte, elzhi
they look at i, reply “he’s no kanye sales-wise”
keep it one hundred when others respond and tell lies
i’m humble, keep my head screwed on and held high
i never let the fame command me, i’ve seen it turn
righteous n-ggas into amos and andy, jigaboos
hip hop’s my humble abode, i treat it like royalty
but these young boys, they be p-ssing all on the toilet seats
disrespecting legends, someone call the board of ethics
these dudes ¼ sk!ll and three quarters reckless
yelling ’bout the legendary, legend what?!
you don’t even measure up to the kanes and the lord finesses
[hook]:
now everybody screaming they the king, yada yada
they making outlandish claims and n0body’s bothered
tell them fools stay in their lane, they out of order
don’t make me grab one of these young lames by the collar
[verse two]:
before you ever spend money on anybody’s product
find out if they’re about integrity or ’bout a dollar
somebody gotta tell it like it is so mr. moye
came back to k!ll the villains and fill in the missing void
sorry to disappoint those who didn’t miss the voice
continue ignoring me like normally there is a choice
let the rest rejoice…. (crowd cheers)
never test your boy, i keep liquid swords in my reservoir
metaphors, similes, double entendres
the bars stay consistent as the baltimore crime rate
slaughtering beats when i record report ’em deceased
f-ck a critic, skins thicker than a nautica fleece
got your girl on all fours, how about some hardcore
like a h-rny nautica th-rn in a p-rno release
got her performing for me while you wasting time in the studio
pretending to be some kind of king in a coogi robe
i undress beautiful ladies without the loot to show
quicker than a 60’s hippie can have a doobie rolled
ask me to do a show, you better have the show deposit
or point promoters to the exit with the door revolving
now you can say it’s good promotion for me, yada yada
and this gone put me in the ranks with the hottest artists
but before i am a rapper, i’m somebody’s father
and you always get what you paid for…. nada nada
yada yada
the yada yada
it’s still supast-tion, n-gga
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