[Intro] [Supastition talking]:
You can call me bitter, hostile...hell, you can call me a hater for all I care. But this is just how I feel about the whole situation
[Verse]:
I've been known to flat line many rappers with heart
Without a pistol, k** 'em with sarcastic remarks
Tough guys hear me, you gon' pay dearly
For all your dry threats and the trash that you talk
n***as in the south clearly, ain't try to feel me
Complaining that I spit like cats in New York
Then 'fore they attack me, like an Iraqi
Gettin' slapped with an American pa**port
And my state won't back me
I can't relate to the Ying Yang Twins, I relate more to Black Thought
So hate me or bash me, come at me the wrong way
I'll gladly put your country a** in a coff-
-in, bend and twist my words, take it personal
Fine, next time I'll custom make a verse for you
I'm not down in the south cause there's raw rappers here
But that bullsh** is drowning them out
Yep, I'm bold enough to say I don't make dumb sh**
Nope, I'm not coming with that dope or your gun sh**
Won't support it one bit
I'mma do Supa, not trying to rap to the same 808 drum kits
Yep, I know clowns will eventually come and object
The hard n***as are the sensitive ones
And no, I'm not lookin' for attention or exposure
Co-signs, not tryin' to use this to blow up
And so what, if n***as gon' have me black listed
Or question my blackness cause I don't act ignorant
Cause when it's yo' turn to get paid to turn over profit
You make ancestors turn in they grave
Carolina's in my blood, my background? I don't fear mine
Raised off of Bo Jangles, chicken a cheer wine
Krispy Kreme donuts and all the whole nine
But sadly your sk**s don't even come near mine
Don't lower the bar, don't grant me a pa**
I'm here to show all southern rap ain't trash
And man, f** how you feel
If a n***a can't act right in public, what he gon' do when you give him a deal?
I'm tryin' to reach worldwide with this music job
Not just for the block, not just tryin' to prove I'm hard
I guess if it's not street sh**, people will not listen
They label you a "backpacker" if you not with it
The nerve of these dudes to pump led in my cousin
Then sell me a shirt to tell me to "stop snitchin'"
This rap game has gone from a sweatsuit and a boombox
To Martin Luther King watchin' TV on the Boondocks
I'm here to give it some Botox and a facelift
Instead of this makeshift, make believe, fake sh**
See good music, that's all I'm about
You could say Supa's from the other side of the south
[Outro] [Supastition]:
Yeah. And there you have it. Hahaha. So next time, you open up your mouth and say that n***as from the south can't rhyme...I want you to rewind this sh** back man. And if you not impressed then, come see me man. We can handle this. That's right man. Supastition. From the other side of the south I guess you could say. Where n***as really spit. Take that how you wanna take it man