Supa - R.A. The Rugged Man

Yo yo yo

Miraculously the blacklist could not rid me

Sissy pigs frisk me, it’s me

Everybody in the club tipsy

Fuck that, bring hip hop back to New York city

Get busy with the white grizzly, wiggy wiggy wiggy

Blowtorch leave ya ass crispy — hidden delivery

No tricking me with evil and trickery, history, misery

Mystery like Agatha Christie

My enemies wanna physically cripple me, bitch strictly

Specifically wordplay, Slick Ricky, I’m slicker than Slick Ricky

I’m 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

I’m back that deep, you lack lyrical heat

I’m supa (supa, supa)

I’m supa (supa, supa)

I’m supa (supa, supa)

I’m supa (supa, supa)

I used to sneak in windows and steal Nintendos

Pimp hoes, white mandingos, I wear black, I don’t wear pink clothes

Suffolk county anything goes

Why you trying to copy my shit like Kinkos?

I drop brickloads, sick flows, I done did those

Hit hoes, ripped shows, quotables kicked 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 fuck else could I be so blessed?

God put me on this earth to be one of the best (of all time)

And don’t question it, it’s a definite

The all time best in it, kept in it, repping it

The last one left in it

I’m A plus, you get a F in it

Negative, pessimist, effortless

Caucasoid, leprosy, lepedist, method in repping this

Fresher, so fresh in this, catching the specialist

I’m ol' D, special K, treacherous, I’m supaaa

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 don’t care, I’m ugly as shit bitch

Stop and stare, American nightmare

I’m super duper, I’m the newschool

Of the oldschool school

Voice is smoother than Luther

Don’t let the ugly grill piece fool ya

I’m Kostya Tszyu, you Zab Judah

Two rounds through ya forget the past, I’m the future

Crowd mover, I’m super duper duper

Supa supa supa