Gift Of Gab - Supreme Lyricism lyrics

[Intro] X 8 Su-preme Supreme supreme (supreme lyricism) [Verse 1: Gift of Gab] You ain't an MC, you just a mocker a one Chakra unopen Stop it, you're dumb Popping your gums Quannum dropping ya bums Topple rocking watching ya crumble Dropping your young Logic cannot get caught with the stun And talk that I brought that are hotter than tropical suns Optical shots to the opposition and hospitals come Melodic hypnotic apocalyptic pox get ya sprung Atomic more chronic than chronic Mixed with vodka and rum Anonymous logic beyond; you're lifting oxygen from The toxic thoughts of a lot of nonsense And lopping of guns Your ark and you're done Your knowledge is preposterous son With posture and form I'm monstrous you're lost in a storm You're docile and your confidence Is why my offense is strong Monotonous get out my office I'm your obstacle run I'm dropping your pawns I'm like a hippopotamus gone Off of his rocket guarding All his kids, his pops, and his moms I'm op, an old army, call the doctor, sound the alarm It's not the opera It's your pop in top and optimum form And partner, I'm the cop You're not about to stop with a gun A copper a ton Of weapons, check it out you've been warned This is supreme lyricism (supreme lyricism) Supreme lyricism (supreme lyricism) Supreme lyricism (supreme lyricism) Supreme lyricism (supreme lyricism) Check it out unh yo [Verse 2: Gift of Gab] Ay yo They call me Gift I rip and lift the minds Slick and twisted rhymes at 'em Mr. Infinite Divine Into this defying letter Isn't just a tip of time Interesting lines That will send the shift within your spine Sent to get my grind crackin' When it's pen and pencil time Bent to get your dime askin' If the Gift could spend some time With her, my mind enter Hither hints I'm in a distant Reminisce on rhythm-less Again from discipline I find Instant mental shrines Opening the great abyss of rhyme Planets just align If you slip you get your sh** got by It's horrific fly Mystic twisted word-prolific guy Just a bit of my Swift and vicious wrist to get your eye Lifted just a bit wider Split the wit lyrical writer Intimate with this style Lyrics is just sh**tin' fire Ignorance exists End it with a twist of this rhyme Sent to get y'all n***as lit And bring ya to the sky It's Supreme lyricism (supreme lyricism) X 8