Supa Nigga Lyrics

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The new and improved

The new fangled monochromatic Steppin Fetchit in high definition

He's Ben Vereen Bojangles tap-dancin in this

Ten million chameleons and all of them gray

For the mind state is that of cubical space

Thinking of these verses as a thought grenade or worst case scenario a disintegration ray

Your pumping heart becomes the blank canvas

Whether we paint pretty pictures of flowers or a masterpiece of epic anguish

For my tour de force I downstroy your sign language

Make the sign of a fist and punch you square in your cabbage

Look around Dorothy you done missed your exit

We past Kansas

This be South West Atlanta

Where they run the West Cost offense with killa running backs and a flotilla of Bela Lugosis

In the back safety

It ain't safe see

So hide behind your most trusted reinforcements

My squad of stampeding elephants hit the record store

Samples scream for they life as if we was Lizzie Borden

Knowing full well they get chopped up in the morning and served with tea and crumpets

For in life you either a big game safari hunter or cute furry hunted

Forget the hardest thug ass rapper

I make nerdy suburban MCs be on some gun shit

Mad as hell 'cuz I came underhanded like a softball pitch covered in slimy spit

Bring your "A" game or end up a stuffed museum exhibit

I got connections at the illest Stepfather Factory ever
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From here on out serving you nothing but sleep for dinner

You mad?

You better catch me in between blinks or moonwalking backwards on air with velvet slippers

I'm that fuckin' nigga

The bulletproof saint

My spinning metal halo spits titanium chromidium razor blades

In a 360-degree radius of time, energy, and space

From the twenty-eighth dimension where I contemplate over earth's dominion

You need blueprints to construct a stargate to escape the ass whipping knowing no ending

You'll be begging for any fat lady to start singing

Banished to the outer edge of infinity

Sentenced to pummel you senseless

Your guardian angels will be nowhere to be found

There'll be no Jehovah to witness

Consult your paganistic mystic

Your daily horoscope will read absolutely horrific

Your palm reader will be like "Oh Shit!"

Here comes that new legend

That don't spit that old Aunt Jemima folklore

The galactic revolutionary

Galloping on the back of crazy horse with a blue laser to blast these big lips on Mt.

Rushmore

Bringing you face to face with the newest in evolution

Welcome to the future

You've been categorized and archived with pins stuck in your abdomen like a pretty butterfly

You purple?

Step to a nigga and find out exactly what happens when doves cry