Xali - Supreme lyrics

Supreme iso My mind meditates on my flows Melee to the maestro, *triple high mode?* Rather roll a blunt than iceplode Grab my flag, spit the truth on the roots of the white home Talking government cover with laws of f**ing crime code Time holes, five folds, knowing that all the lines potent Expose the eschalon Grab the wisdom, write with the weapon They know the pressure on Ring in your ear like pression Keep on pressing on See the profit, pictures of American prophet Like your pockets, a far higher option Half my mind is gone from the drug abuse Smoking addiction to calm my nerves I'm a troubled youth Blessed with the diction I rape with words I'mma f** the booth Pa** that to my crew Put her on a noose Lawless in cahoots We the n***as you should follow Future moulders for tomorrow Every beat I lay down like sleepy hollow Rapping till I'm headless But f**s giving, who affected? Higher mind, better direction I'm a rebel with a reason, see the ink on the pain Don't think Call 'em *Ink or ball crane?* Tell 'em Xali's insane New Jack rap, with the sav' to get your soul smacked See my flow cracked, lace dope on the whole track Not turning, no hold back Slash your whole back My n***as fried by the pigs I can't get those souls back Watch a waterfall before your eyes What control that? Take your heart to the dark, tell the gully hold that See the harsh, hella ugly, you've gotta behold that Tryn'a get control back Tryn'a get control back This is living explicit Breeded with a common sickness to breed the illest Showing you the rugged realness, raw, illicit Mary Magdalene on your missus watch you sitting with the Christians See I'll even the same subject Well, sin in secret reaching success Don't judge me, for showing you to the maximum Half of us are stuck in this system set to trapping us Finger to the government Yeah, this my rapping, f** For all my n***as in the hood with the hatchet tucked See, they scratching us off the list they contain Of the ones they see fit with worth to maintain Anybody stuck in poverty, back of the line Take it back in your time Slay the back of your mind 'Cause you're black and you're kind How the f** is that our problem? n***as wasn't born with racial options Higher than the co*kpit? Murder times, see the clock hit Earthquake your worth Watch the relish on your rock shift Immaculate conception Church homie reflection A higher mind for my new direction I'm on this rap sh** off of these hepes Lyrical attraction, call me the tempest Talking to the trenches of new selection New representers of crude expression Still I slide different to society Word to the Boston's inner side of me Grinding to survive the streets The supply is cheap Feed your soul with bullsh** Impose the profit on the pulpit Prophet of the foolish Pocket our option to get the poor fit See the gun and your currency Get you blew up quick Watch who you fool with All the n***as in my set are selected for my highest respect See our mob projects, indica in the backwood n***as serving in the track hoods to get the trap good Contain d**h in black hoods, long as it's that good World gotta take him, crack could Blue collar, holla at your soul Yeah Blue collar, holla at your n***a Yeah Blue collar, holla at ya...