R.A. The Rugged Man – Supa Lyrics

Produced By: Shuko
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[Verse 1]
Yo yo yo
Miraculously the blacklist could not rid me
Sissy pigs frisk me its 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 hit and delivery
No trickin' 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

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[Verse 2]
I used to sneak in windows and steal Nintendos
Pimp hoes white man dingos I wear black I don't wear pink clothes
Suffolk county anything goes
Why you tryin' to copy my shit like kinkos
I drop brickloads sick flows I done did those
Hit hoes ripped shows quotables kiked 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 its a definite
The all time best in it, kept in it, reppin' it
The last one left in it
I'm A plus you get a F in it
Negative pessimist effortless
Caucazoid leporacy lepedist method in reppin' this
Fresher so fresh in this catchin' the specialist
I'm ol' D special K treacherous I'm supaaa

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[Verse 3]
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
Ya voice is smoother than luthor
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

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