Jus Allah - Supreme lyrics

[Jus Allah] Jus Allah is black god, runaway slave with back scars Devil won't let me in the cave, I'm blackballed n***az ain't f**in' with the sciences, at all For every five divine, there's 95 slapped jaws I f** dimes, but I f**ed a couple wack jawns p**y something that a n***a just act on I can't help it, it's magnetic attraction I can't melt in the sun, unless it's pa**ed on I'm the last born, the f**ing end all Marine tiltin' the machine like pinball My n***az fiend for the green like a menthol When the fiend doesn't have a weed and some tin foil We earn our stripes, turn out dikes Smoke out, the sight brother, wanna burn off bikes The anamoly, n***az need to turn off mics More idealogy, then you can learn off Christ Set ya motherf**in' mind, I'm the best you can find It's like, lightning, striking consecutive times Allah gave me extra shine, extra divine The finest flesh mankind's ever designed You ugly motherf**ers got a reason to be leaving now Soap season on the hethen's and the reason now We forever foes, beef will never close Til you laughing in the pose in your dress clothes [Chorus: Jus Allah] Supreme, we shall reign supreme We shall reign supreme We shall reign supreme We shall reign supreme [Jus Allah] We the motherf**in' supremes, but not the African queens It's like, having a dream in red, black & green Jus Allah is no trick, what magic is seen You got devils, but then you got immaculate beings The rap kings, y'all can't rap, what the f**'s that? Motherf**ers sound gay like love shacks b**hes I f**, give me head and lick the nut sacks And when I don't give a f**, I never have the glove strapped You against me, n***az is pigmy Make you f**ing slaves like Fonzworth Bentley You f**ing f*gs, I rhyme like I'm in another cla** You sound strange like questions undercovers ask You just a joke, you no where near close Motherf**er the seed, run weird like queer folks You got rings in the wrong f**in' earlobes Hope God shows mercy on your meer soul One mention of Allah and the tears roll Fear grows in the motherf**in' spear slows One rhyme from divine, and the mind snaps Spy cracks, there's a motherf**in' time lapse [Chorus x2]