[Intro] [Supastition talking]:
After all these years, you would think I’d need no introduction, right?
I had to reach back in the stash for this one. Bring back my man M-phazes
And you know how we do, yeah

[Verse One]:
Supastition is a leader who survived when most of them peeps had wrote ‘em off
A seasoned emcee, who lives and preaches the protocol
Who never seems to please the elitists or the know-it-alls
Still got believers who witnessed and seen the bro involved
The fans so in awe
It’s hard to tell if rappers are really fresh or you impressed with them lowered bars
I spit the vocals hard, charged, never something subtle
Scream on these niggas like I’m M.O.P. or Bumpy Knuckles
I’m indestructible, never accept the substitutes
Never respect the suckers ‘cause they get love in the public view
Don’t be a sheep to trends or CDs shipping
Listen for dope lyrics, man fuck the smoke and mirrors
Still got the flow down to a science like alchemy
Undoubtedly, may any harsh doubter north or south of me
Be hung from a balcony high enough for a crowd to see
Even without a beat, my skill levels out of reach
I’m the man, my pregnant mama said to honor Kam
The doctors saw the rap hands moving in my sonogram
So take a bow, I ain’t talking ‘bout Madonna or Rihanna’s jam
I’m talking ‘bout my rhyming, homie I’m a champ-
-pion beyond these songs I unleash on
My response be strong as the Viet Cong recon
Begone, ain’t no glamor and glitz or bright neon
Lights, I’m ‘bout to rise to new heights it won’t be too long

[Chorus]:
I’m doing big things now, no more amateur pay
Can’t none of y’all stand in my way
Right now I’m destructible
(I’m indestructible)
On my rise to the top, failure is not an option
Now that I’m hot there’s no stopping
I’m in destructible
(I’m indestructible)

[Verse Two]:
Roll out the red carpet, this thoroughbred artist rep hardest
Rap war vet, respect garnered like an ex-sergeant
Who once took direct orders from his headquarters
All I need’s a metronome click to get started
Then I’ll transition from a writer to a sketch artist
Before I beg for stardom I’d rather just Brett Favre it
Hang up the jersey and cleats, I’ll stick to murdering beats
And strip ‘em down to a skeleton like a dead carcass
A lyricist’s spirit of hip hop I channel it
Only in death will you stand next to me with a candle lit
The rhyme ruler
Polish my mind like a fine jeweler
In this regular season I’m unbeaten like Don Shula
Labels are standing in line hoping I sign to ‘em
(They lose)
I’m more like Grey Goose, they want a wine cooler
Something cheap and watered down that they can mass produce
And won’t knock ‘em on their ass, laugh but that’s the truth
Their lapdogs and their same flawed nonsense
I pass, dawg, I rap raw, I came, saw, conquered
I fought for my acclaim, never paid for it
Never had to tap dance a day for it or needed a Drake chorus
A major label is nothing more than a slave quarter
Your contracts get auctioned off to who they played golf with
I could school you but there ain’t enough tape for it
You think I’d ever sell my soul, nigga wait for it
Wait for it

[Chorus]:
I’m doing big things now, no more amateur pay
Can’t none of y’all stand in my way
Right now I’m destructible
(I’m indestructible)
On my rise to the top, failure is not an option
Now that I’m hot there’s no stopping
I’m in destructible
(I’m indestructible)