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eddie ill & d.l. - supernatural freestyle (a trip below) lyrics

[intro: supernatural]
ha. ha. beats for your mind. beats for your life, beats all the time. ha. beats for your mind. beats for your life, beats all the time. see, my life is like beats, sharper than cleats. one time. i’m about to bring the heat. huh. and it goes a little something like this

[verse 1: supernatural]
now i’m sheer delighted right here tonight
yo, i just can’t fight it. i’ma bless this mic
see supernatural. i got the gold windpipe
i get the party open, i’m freaky like a dyk-
on the mic. “one time,” i’m saying, sight
when i was a baby, yo, i used to ride a trike
as a tyke, loved to rock lyrics off the dome
i was so dope, i credit off steel microphones
a little black alien, nat’s far from home
now get in the c-ckpit ‘cause i’m about to zone
let me rock it nonstop straight off the telly
yo, i’ll grab the microphone, baby, and, yo, i’m ready
i’ll run on the track like mario andretti
and bust piñatas as they throw confetti
a ticket day parade as i’m coming through
yeah, i grab the mic one time and i subdue
nonstop when the lyrics i start to drop
say my flavors rotate like tapes from doo wop
like cyclops, yo, i see through i3
the lyrics come through me telepathically
3-d emcees. i step. i got to rep
i’ll leave the party wet like a cuban with a tec
yeah, in the diamond store with metaphors
everything that i say from my vocal cords is raw
yeah, i exercise my lungs
where would i be without hip hop drums?
i’ll rock dope from africa to the slums
got the type of rhymes that could educate bums
in the train, brother, i say no names
when i get busy, yo, yes, i’ll blow frames
do the masterpiece, pray towards the east
do backflips, intelligent life beats
do you suppose when i’m freaking my flows?
put my hands on your neck to edge your power like i’m rogue
inhale, exhale one time. had to catch my breath
slipped and then i tripped and still made the flavor def
“ding-ding!” call a tech. somebody go get the ref
‘cause when i grab the microphone, you know it’s getting blessed
yeah. i’m like a sensei. i’ll do it all day
when it comes to lyrics, yo, it’s like digital display
come on, get with it, watch me bounce it
i could pounce, kid, like a big cat on the serengeti
i’m ready, here to jump it, freak the funk
i’ll walk in a robe like a shaolin monk
supernatural. now you let me out to trump
when you grab the microphone, yo, you’ll leave ‘em all stumped
now back to i, yo, the flavor that be fly
i could close it. it gets dark. i feel i can fly
like r. kelly, doing girls on their belly
one time. brother like peanut b-tter and jelly
with milk. yo, brother, i’ll walk on stilts
and keep it tall. brother, bounce it off the wall
like handb-lls. sound style’s like the final cause
love to go shopping in a fly shopping mall
jiggy, got a stomach that’s crazy big
the way that i can live it truly i’m teaching my kid
the freestyle and the techniques so he will be sharp
one time. blowing it like strings on the heart
tear it apart. one time with the thesis
telekinesis for the dead and the deceased kids
nonstop, all the rhymes like these
one love from supernat to all underground emcees

- eddie ill d l lyrics

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