SuperBad from 1823 by MDMC
Tracklist
| 12. | SuperBad | 2:55 |
Lyrics
I’m super bad mr clean
Lose the rag don’t trip catch the gleam
Ya wanna dance, watch the feet
In the bag, no match for me catch the steez//
feeling like a son of god something like Odins son
A DemiGod who semi odd coz he plenty raw with microphones
Imbedded in my chromosomes benefits go on and on
Dogging songs strong ripping tracks like you ripping cones//
I’m already in over my head an arithmetic with this shit
Like a siatama hit or a ton a brick sniff
Venom spit i carnage rip on the click I’ll spit like this
Bombarding bitch til I scratch the itch//
Never will that happen unlike a kid and their chaplain
Boosted like I’m packing shaking shit up protein stacking
Schwarzenegger action in no faction you a fraction
I’m the money you are taxing got my honey you how maccing// acting cheap
I turn up the heat wherever I step foot
Blazing trials with my letters I’m armed good
I burn wood sparking my pencil to the paper
My pens I’ll toxic and penicillin in nature//
I’m super bad mr clean
Lose the rag don’t trip catch the gleam
Ya wanna dance, watch the feet
In the bag, no match for me catch the steez//
I am way too clean to be taking in your fast food talk
I’d rather stay lean not put on baggage while I walk
Dancing around you free not living inside the chalk
The reason for the steez is how I’m holding my own up//
Fuck drama meet Dalai Lama mixed Nenna KRS and Pharaohe
I caught crazy stepping into a world with Scarecrows
brain deterioration, organ calcification, impatience, inflation, devastation on faces good gracious//
If you ain’t supporting your distorting my field of creation
fuck outta my orbit Time is wasting
not copy and pasting styles I ain’t morbid
With my story and miles in the game I’m flowing I ain’t forcing nothing//
in my lane with magic like ta-da illusive and clued in like Uh-Huh
Big like bambatta sick like godfather crystalline im cleansing auras
If you evil you’re goner outta my space I do it proper Coz I am the kaka//
I’m super bad mr clean
Lose the tag don’t trip catch the gleam
Ya wanna dance, watch the feet
In the bag, no match for me catch the steez//
