Supreme Supreme

Whoo

We on fire tonight

Whoo

Yeah, we on fire tonight

Whoo

Black Star in the house fo' sho' (Yeah)

Yo, now everybody go... (C'mon)

Ghet-to p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme)

Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme, Yeah, Yeah)

Side to side...

'Bout to slap box with the beat

The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street

You can see the crack spot in the backdrop

The heat in the stash box of the black drop

You wonder why there's more crime

Free food, or a check the only time niggaz on line

Getting information from the nigga-net

The trickle-down theory guess it ain't reached niggaz yet

I make a bigger bet

Kweli 'bout to be a bigger threat

'Cuz there's hardly any real niggaz left

What the fuck these niggaz talking 'bout

Living a movie but the audience is walking out

I fight the temptation to rip the heart from your chest

'Til there's only five hard beats left

It's like a dead man walking

I turn on the radio and I hear dead men talking

Ghet-to p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme)

Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme)

Yo'

I got my headphones up like I'm listening close

Face blank with expression it isn't a joke

Start fire, sit back and spit its smoke

To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat

Mad problems...Take all the niggaz you know

Add that number up with every nigga you don't

Final number, some total of the niggaz that won't

Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style

What time it is, crew you can hate me now

And ten minutes from then you gon' love me again

Buck town republic again

Writing on the wall trouble again

Intensify struggle and such

Killers, Sade lovers deluxe

Sound garnered, for the wild hearted

Downtrodden, up-starters

Young violent, uprising

Cocaine, and gunpowder

Up north, or bus crowded

Daily vibes to thug mountain

Cold caves or peaks of high

Think you present but unclear, and know how to hide

If you wonder why you got so much on your mind

'Cuz your living in a troubling time, this is a puzzling time

Fall back without recovering time, and time's up

Brooklyn, put your dimes up

I put feeling inside of my rap

Hold it down for my side of the map

No matter what north, south east or west side of the mat

Bend a needle on the mind and it's back

Got a problem with that?

The holler back and the stars is black

We the New Era you just a Starter cap

Find out what happens when the artist in tact

Be sharp as a tack, fall back you smarter than that

Or perhaps you just ain't as smart as you think

Figure 8'n on the thin ice part of the rink

You a vessel that's promised to sink

Terra Firma ain't as hard as you think

Stare down, and you starting to blink

Like 182 this for fellas and the ladies who

Don't need to be spoon fed like baby food

I take a bite out the track like a Sabre-tooth

And spit out the truth

'Til the cops come and spray the booth

Its all right with you its all right with me

Do the damn thing what you wanna be (Supreme, Supreme)

That's right, that's right that's right that's right

That's right, that's right that's right that's right (Supreme, Supreme)

[Talking]