Quest_47 - Sup-Preme Throwback lyrics

[Intro] Quest 47 The resurrection of real The resurrection of Quest Now f** what you say because im a genius They clap for his flows but have they seen us [Verse 1: Quest_47] Now power is only danger when it hasn't been earned They never televise because of white tactics They got the formula embedded on flash sticks We watch the product multiply like Tastic Calculus like mathematics And when they get high they float like rogue plastics Yes it makes no sense just like how you spit bars and make no cents Now panoply pictures of paradise been painted on the minds of suicide bombers But who are the real robbers ? Corporate criminals or rebels with firearms ? I called chopper like pineapple slices Im heading to India for devine spices This a world tour and we wavy like contours Now fair warning I stay guarded These lines I spit will get you retarded Still inspired by STEEZ and all the OG's that departed The gra** been greener Nostalgic flows still keep me meaner I shall remember the scars inflicted But lets not get sentimental I been spitting for six still no rewards Of course the most I get are applauds Bow down to the King and acknowledge though greatness I just copped a new soccer tee Now we living like Sokratis in this soccer team But hold on so peaceful we were Till they came with notions that led to commotions Future leaders turned to war victims The wrong path got them lost in the system And we hiding from the truth Corrupt minds endlessly taking from the youth But this is just another message sent from the booth [Outro] We used to dream of hitting topflight You took your last flight And it turned out to be your last flight 47 [HOOK] I mean oh, what can I say ? I mean um Resurrection of real, yeah Resurrection of Quest, yeah Resurrection of real, yeah Resurrection of Quest ! 47 What can I say, what can I say