Cinematic Music Group - SUPER PREDATOR lyrics

[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Intro: Joey Bada$$] Yeah, just ride with a n***a America's number one, you can bet on ya life! Statik Selektah Ride with a n***a like America's number one, you can bet on ya life! [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Call me the general, pushing that new agenda through For my millennials, troubled youth and the felons too Tryna be perennial, but chance of livin' is minimal She critical, exactly what made my n***as criminals Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain't no miracle Word to Steezy, I'ma keep this sh** lyrical 'Til I fall out my physical, all my verses is biblical, uh Flowin' religiously, my delivery spiritual, uh Feelin' invincible, this here is nothin' new This is just principle, take notes, if I were you They say I'm a clumsy king, how I be droppin' j**els But see, the funny thing is I got lots to lose Never no f**s to give, only one life to live So I exchange my negative for a positive and it's all Good Lord, the pen is way mighty than the sword Who want war? I told you before [Pre-Chorus: Joey Bada$$] How I kicked in the door With the rugged raw, back just to reinstall What you n***as thought it was? Yes, I'm a veteran, you just a comer up I can teach you a lesson How to get your hunger up Homie ya How I kicked in the door With the rugged raw back just to reinstall What you n***as thought it was? Yes, I'm a veteran, you just a come up About to teach you a lesson How to get your f**in' hunger up, n***a [Chorus: Joey Bada$$] Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah Never let the tings run we, uh All di gyal dem a come pree But mi tell them that the buddy never come free Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah Never let the tings run we, uh All di gyal dem a come pree But mi tell them that the buddy never come free [Verse 2: Styles P] Super predator, filthy AmeriKKKa Burn the newspapers and the editors My dead presidents ain't dead enough Blew a zip to the head, still ain't red enough Pray to Jesus, hope he got you No I'm not a chicken, I never listen to FOX News n***as built the country but never givin' they props due Payin' for my people, I'm still payin' for my pops dues I'm royalty, my momma said it I'm gold hearted, I'm scum headed Lost soul in a promised land of promises Gotta mask on, but no, I'm not anonymous Built on my lonely, no accomplices Light a L up for my accomplishments I'm a real n***a, it's not a lot of 'em If they were, then the cops probably shot at 'em [Chorus: Joey Bada$$] Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah Never let the tings run we, uh All di gyal dem a come pree But mi tell them that the buddy never come free Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah Never let the tings run we, uh All di gyal dem a come pree But mi tell them that the buddy never come free [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] Yeah, I stomp the grounds in my Timberlands Ain't nothin' colder than New York when that December in The coldest shoulders, from average Joes and the simple mans I pack the heat 'cause I'm known around to be simmerin' That mean I'm finna hit the boilin' point like real soon Man, I've been heatin' up, my self esteem been on the moon The flow is hotter than volcanic craters near the equator Any debaters is simply haters, they know that I'm greater I be countin' my paper, forever f** all the majors Did it all on my own, don't owe nobody no favors It's clear, I'm heir to the throne, I've been the best in my zone Internationally known, forever Brooklyn's own I mean, come on, but here's for the Presidents, the Congressmen, the Senators Who got us all slavin' while they reapin' all the benefits Got the world thinkin' that it's true 'bout what they said of us AmeriKKKa's worst nightmare, the super predator