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| Title: |
Supa's Back Again |
| Artist: |
Cold Kaotik Underground
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| Album: |
Misery |
| Copyright: |
2008 |
| Lyrics: |
I'm Back on this mother fucker
let it be known.../
I been sleepin on ya homie
I ain't never been gone/
for all tha people who hated
yanno I'm bringin it on/
so sit ya ass back down
an I'mma heat up this song/
Cause we tha realest and illest
to eva step in yo buildin/
if we got beef wit em...
kill em../
put an end to they fuckin ass
ain't no hard feelins/
My rap is uh curse..
we gettin closer to/
the end of the world..
with every verse../
the unstoppable prodical child
flashin that crooked ass smile/
while I putchu mother fuckers
back in tha dirt..
and make it hurt/
cravin blood like a thirst
you can't fuck wit us../
No... if we beefin you fucked
cause I'mma run through/
an fuck ya shit up
spray ya block/
and leave you coughin up blood...
then circle back../
an hit ya cousins up
all in tha same trip/
who tha fuck was you..
playin wit Bitch?/
I don't think he
knew what was up../
Just when you thought
it was safe.../
Yeah Supa's Back-Again
Never give up.../
it just ain't happenin
I'mma squeeze tha trigga/
till tha gun stops clappin man
show you mutha fucka'z/
dawg I just ain't havin it...
nawwwww I just ain't havin it...
Now I'm tha type
to shoot ya ass/
at damn near
point blank range/
then freeze frame, rewind it back/
and shoot you again
you fuckin pussy../
don't push me..
an make me kill,/
your fuckin ass
all it takes is one word/
and I can snap
you'd get Shot-or-Stabbed/
or beat to death
wit uh Bat../
the combinations
are endless/
if I get mad...
I'm uh jugguarnaught../
ready or not..
here I come../
do the death march
poundin on my drums../
Guerilla's they feel me..
growin fields of weed/
thats what we do
where I'm from/
so much you wouldn't believe..
I watched an empire rise/
it collapsed
tha same day../
seen monuments made
that quickly weathered away/
but this moment../
right here...
it will never fade/
can't be replaced
or erased from time/
its here to stay..
yeah..
here to stay.../
Thunder, shakes tha ground..
like an earth-quake/
I warned you motha fucka'z
now the giants awake/
I'm too cool..
200 below freezin/
touch me an turn solid
while I smash you to pieces/
unstable dawg..
my moods change/
with the season..
you'll get chewed/
tha fuck up..
like this pitbull was teethin/
quit ya screamin
till your bleedin../
dog, don't be uh bitch
until I touch you/
with my chainsaw
then scream/
till your sick..
I'm soldia/
I toldcha..
motha fucka'z/
I'll roll ya..
gimme ya shit../
this heres...
a hold up../
stuck it to his head
before he reached/
for his holster
an you know../
he was dead,
fore' he knew so../
fucked his ass up
with that new and improved flow../
my songs are grenades
I drop one../
and blow you haterz away
yeah guess who's back again..../
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