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Super Supreme
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Super Supreme was released on June 24, 1997 by Death Row Records/gamma. as a part of the album Necessary Roughness
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Release DateJune 24, 1997
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lady of Rage
The Lady of Rage
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robin Yvette Allen
Robin Yvette Allen
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now I be drillin' MCs when my lyrics spill like Valdez, oil
Bubble and toil, the brew without the bitches
I'm wicked as the witches, hittin' hard as switches
Once again, miss big britches
[Verse 2]
I'm puttin' my weight down, who's gonna take down
One hundred seventy five, pow
Break a sucker down to dust, a-ha
Do what I must, ooh, what a rush, now hush
[Verse 3]
Someones callin' my name (Rage)
The only girl to knock you out the frame
Call me misses butter 'cause I'm worth it, I work shit
Overtime, definitely blow your mind
[Verse 4]
When the instruments become mental
I flow through the dental frame, cock back and take aim
All you cavity creeps, the baddest to be
Start static with me, it's definite catastrophe on MCs
[Verse 5]
Shit, super supreme
When it's time to let off steam I'm a microphone fiend
Phone fiend, super supreme, ha, afro queen
Uh
[Verse 6]
Now I breaks them down to their very last compound
When I come stompin' on the ground
My territory, I mark it, like dogs pissin' on trees
Um, don't piss me off because I might go off, baby
[Verse 7]
Flow from the larynx, take a puff and blow MCs like clarinets
I ride beats like a  Yama
'Cause more drama than your baby's mama, pause like comma
[Verse 8]
Right in your face it's live and direct
The lyrical murderer, you best protect your neck
You can inspect the deck over the hills
I don't fake jacks, I'm not your everyday Jill
[Verse 9]
My shades of lingo got more flavor than Pringles
I shoot the gift, more swifter than Chris Kringle
You talk about gettin' with me, miss me
'Cause you'll be left misty blue, shit your drawers, piss 'em too, hey
[Verse 10]
Suckers get dumped in my dungeon
MCs hard as trees but I'ma play Paul Bunyan
Chop chop, like an axe, my vocals stickin' like thumbtacks
Ha ha ha, don't try to mock me 'cause my voice is on wax
[Verse 11]
It's fireproof and that's the God's honest truth
Hard as a brick, bite it and it'll break your tooth
Or teeth chief, and that's the end of the beef, chew it
'Cause I don't see a damn thing that you can do with it
[Verse 12]
Shit, super supreme
When it's time to let off steam I'm a microphone fiend
Phone fiend, super supreme, ha, afro queen
Uh
[Verse 13]
Now I gets sick like, give it away, from here to Syria
Drip burnin' lyrics like venereal diseases
Strategic procedures done at the leisure
More flavor than Khadeija, inject you with my anesthesia
[Verse 14]
Break them down to one cell like an amoeba
Arrivederci, you crab MCs irk me
But I'm known as a heavy weight
My grandmother told me to clean everything off my plat when I ate
[Verse 15]
So I crunch and munch on you suckers out to lunch
Definitely hittin' 'em with a hardness
That'll leave 'em all punch drunk, uh-huh
I'm rated top choice, with a grip on the mic like Royce Gracy
Ultimate champion, stand alone like Acey
[Verse 16]
Takes me about a sec to catch wreck
So you can play like Rex and go fetch 'cause I'm too high tech
So once again, let's break it down to the nitty
You used to be the shit but now you're just plain shitty
[Verse 17]
Ha, now I leave you with a mouth full of lumps
Like the mumps, never play me like chumps, punk
Ha, jump up to get beat down, see now
Lyrical murderer, still R A G now, E now
[Verse 18]
Shit, super supreme
When it's time to let off steam I'm a microphone fiend
Phone fiend, super supreme, ha, afro queen
Uh, definitely rough
[Verse 19]
Shit, super supreme
When it's time to let off steam I'm a microphone fiend
Phone fiend, super supreme, ha, afro queen
Uh, definitely rough
[Verse 20]
Shit, super supreme
Uh, shit, microphone fiend
Phone fiend, super supreme, ah, afro queen
Uh, definitely rough
[Verse 21]
Shit, super supreme
Uh, shit, microphone fiend
Phone fiend, super supreme, ha, afro queen
Uh, definitely rough
[Verse 22]
Shit
Written by: Robin Yvette Allen
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