Erick Arc Elliott - My Team, Supreme lyrics

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott] Today's agenda, a nation exterminating the pious Pray that you never die, don't dare to be deemed the highest Our right is founded by liars, righteous as my suppliers They wonder where my supply is (n***a, where them beats?) f** a feature, my ether is equal to each of your own Embodied the balance of the world on my shoulders alone But God bless America, my Gs go hard Gs make dreams and these grams make gods I am so compelled, might as well proceed another step Never took a L, still fresh without the double X Manson, ransom, artificial anthems Ladies say he handsome, these n***as throwing tantrums Tripping to existence is often labeled as miscreants Cause we position it different, real hard to make sense of it Record labels making cents, we sensitive Now we acting senseless, f** you, Architect for president [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] I'm on my freeze time, leaping in and out of portal sh** You on your prick your finger from a thorn, mere mortal sh** I'm on my Heath Ledger, I can't get my mind in order sh** Hitler at a bar mitzvah, torturous, slaughter sh** I am really that n***a, call it quits, get off my dick Give a camera the finger every time I hear a flick The code has been cracked and I am the glitch, do you hear this sh** Like a rabbit turd, I swing on a track absurd My rhyme schemes and my bars infinite I hear your sh** and get a little narcoleptic I admit you're kind of boring, I was out touring Stroking kittens with dimples that remind me of Lauren London on Thursday, Sunday I'm New Yorking Brooklyn be the birthplace, Kings County caucus Cut the malarkey, y-y-you don't want no problems Or drama, with zombies, get off me Some may say seeing him's like seeing God I see through all your transparency, oversee your façade Dog, I raise your card like the paintings of them hounds playing poker I'm Cesar Millan in the background taking notes The potent, smoke up, hoes on my scrotum Now the idle n***as always higher on the totem I go son, haters like hoes, they just wanna blow us With them calico bullet holes in my [Hook x2] My team, supreme, stay clean Lyrical dreams, zombie regime, we be that We at where the weed and LSD at On since I was born, no such thing as relapse