The Bizzie Boyz - Versatility lyrics

Verse 1 The Supreme One is my name and title Versatility describes this recital Of rhymes, I wrote 'em, many will quote 'em If this was an election, I'm sure you'd vote 'em Number one, uno, no rhymes rate higher If I was rulin', you'd call me sire But I'm not, in this lifetime I choose to teach Not to rule, not to preach This lesson is entitled Versatility It's an example of Supreme's ability Agility, master of many styles Alphabetically ordered, placed in proper files But enough with the intro The school bell has rung and I want you to know Why I'm Supreme, still with me? Nyborn is teaching Versatility Verse 2 Verse two, of this lyrical lesson By now I'm sure that you're guessin' Who am I, or should I say who is he? I'm the S-U-P-R-E-M-E Don't understand? Should I define it? Stop your tape, pause, rewind it Break it down so you get the full effect Are you ready? Check S is for Stupid, not dumb but dope and U is for Unique, P's for potent R is for rehearsal, so when I get to the E It becomes Easy To create Music, that's the M The E signifies the End But it still ain't over, until Supreme says it's over And when you go you said he drove the Crowd crazy, his style was kinda lazy But then he got hype, and it amazed me Broke the beat down, started wheelin' The crowd was live cos they was feelin' A full dose of musical madness The competition didn't know I had this Talent, or even the ability To be teachin' Versatility Verse 3 Verse three, what's it gonna be? A funky rhyme from the S-U-P-R-E-M-E Showin' s**as I could never be soft You're tryna step to me? Step off Cos I'm furious, the beat is bangin', my rhymes are kickin' Time is runnin' out, the clock is tickin' So many rhymes that your brain overloads Then I ignite the fuse and it explodes Another victory, a s**a sacrificed Just a small step from paradise For some it's dangerous, for some it's fun For some it's over, for me it's only begun And I'm about to get hype, hype I'm gonna get You think I'm rockin? You ain't heard nuttin yet Cos I got many rhymes, yet still a DJ Destroying foes every day Displayin' Versatility, just for you The crowd, the audience, and this is what I'll do Recite rhymes and still create cuts and Make sure it's funky, so that you move your bu*ts And dance, to the rhythm that I know you like You ain't wid it? Yeah, right Don't play hard, you know you want more This is verse three, next is four So don't waste time, you're a slave to the rhyme As soon as I grabbed the mic, you was mine Cos I got ability, and much style To teach Versatility, cos I'm versatile Verse 4 I heard you want more, you just adore My lyrics, so here's verse four Of this lesson, cla** is still in session s**as did you study? Cos I'm giving a test in Knowledge, and most have none On a scale of one to ten you rate one While Supreme on the other hand doesn't get rated At least not till the scale's been updated To accomodate a level of intelligence as high as mine Like six, seven, eight or maybe nine...teen See what I mean? Never underestimate Supreme Although many claim to be, one remains to be seen As the true Supreme, cos It's not a title that's shared by many And if you ask me, I'll say there's not any Other, that can hang with the dark-skinned brother And if one advances, then I'll smother Suffocate, commit homicide But from another point of view it's suicide He shouldna broke, shouldna tried to step Then he wouldn't of got choked Strangled by the cord of my microphone He shoulda left me alone But he was stubborn, a non-believer So I had to sic him like a Labrador Retriever Chew him up, and spit him out Teach him what bein' Supreme is all about Cos I'm a teacher, not a fighter or a k**er I am the coolest, could never be none chiller If you're tired, yo I'll go get a pillow Cos I'm about to rock the mic like Attila The Hun, yo this is fun I'm almost done... But I'll never stop, until the beat cease Yo, I'm outta here Peace Outro This is the Supreme DJ Nyborn with an extra special shout-out To my girl Kenya, little brother Craig, the International Brooklyn Posse, and the Payroll Posse. Yo, I'm comin' correct In '89, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm outta here. Peace