Supreme (Being) Lyrics

It's time you pay tribute

Bully rap ain't here to play with you

No twin

What

You didn't think we the same did you?

Is you as dumb as you look shit I would say triple that hit your back mac truck

Reverse it the only reason I'd back up

Is to run over your legs just to make sure you stay crippled

You making the game simple like Milton Bradley

Been sick preparing this gift to be the illest rapping

Thought that was the point not to make pop songs

Busteed bubble aim for the jugular with my lock jaw

Ego flexing no cockfight

Darkness that fought light

On mics

Trusted to wreck it like Walter Cronkite

You more off white not talking apparel just mean you're not bright

As you think that's if you think something's just not right

Lost sight walking the blind oh I'm a dog right

Hell I could this all night

Y'all ain't ready

Y'all think you can test me

I don't get it

I'm supreme

This is good sex minus the brain I'm just not all there

Pretty girls wanting my dick fuck what you call fair

Stop there or caught in the octagon with the octomom hit the motherlode this a thunderbolt to your ball hair

Feel me coming

Terex ripple effect

Water breaks just not Prego still just as wet

Plus you sweating bullets

Feeling triggered

Steady pull it

While you pointing fingers

Your demeanor is executed

Like a good plan triangle offense don't see the eye above

Light them up

Fueling the fire of the enlightened sun

I am the

Product of my desires don't bite your tongue or the hand that feeds take heed

Or else you might get sunned

Never mind the might to the height you climb I'm the dynamite

You the vagina type I've been punching through like I'm iron Mike

China white wired up fire truck in a silent night

Don't be alarmed hit the snooze when I aligned the sight

I'm telling you

It's death knocking at your door

Answer

I'm supreme

Going through bad times like fat people running the 40 yard dash I kill me but never going to flatline

Sapphires kept in my book of rhymes glisten satire

Campfires just for your record and that's cause your a damn liar

The suit fits like tweeting Michelin

Get it?

That's your attire

Don't see dead people see slow people

Really it's all the same thing

And word to every bruise on my body I know evil

Hold your antidote inside a cold needle

Reaping what you sow don't let your soul leave you

And if it leaves I'm praying that the lord keep you

Under control I'm God body you so fetal

Why even end on a high when this my lowest point

Yeah I've been ready to die for that I'm overjoyed

Still hope to make it alive cause I've been so destroyed

You want a piece like the common thief come on over boy

I'm supreme