Home Page »  R »  R.a. The Rugged Man
   

Supah Lyrics

Album Name : The Foundation
Release Date : 2009-04-14
Song Duration : 3:56

R.a. The Rugged Man Supah


yo yo yo miraculously the blacklist could not rid me sissy pigs frisk me its me everybody in the club tipsy f..ck 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 im slicker than slick ricky im 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 im back that deep you lack lyrical heat

(Chorus)

i used to sneak in windows and steal nintendos pimp hoes white man dingos i wear black i dont 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 f..ck else could i be so blessed god put me on this earth to be one of the best (of all time) and dont question it its a definite the all time best in it, kept in it, reppin it the last one left in it im 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 im ol' D special K treacherous im supaaa

(Chorus)

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 dont care im ugly as shit bitch stop and stare american nightmare im super duper im the newschool of the oldschool school ya voice is smoother than luthor dont let the ugly grill piece fool ya im Kostya Tszyu you Zab Judah two rounds through ya forget the past im the future crowd mover im super duper duper supa supa supa



Browse: