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pro era - brilliance lyrics

[intro: sw-nkmaster raw]
it’s the supa dupa – who?
it’s the supa dupa – who?
it’s the supa dupa
it’s the sl-tty, sluggin’
it’s the supa dupa – who?
it’s the supa dupa

[verse 1: sw-nkmaster raw]
so droppin’ out was the hardest to do
didn’t want to waste time, so i had to stay true
to me, you gave me 20 and i copped some trees
and got lifted but the feeling’s only temporary
our life is moving with the surface on these scratch
i take time on my day just to sit and think back
on the beginning days when sw-nkmaster was raw
he was tall, wore colored skinny jeans and knew how to ball
funny, funny how we age so quickly playing with toys
to the money but we still ain’t rich
gotta provide for our families but we still ain’t sh-t, huh
so i was told by a wise man that said i should
give up my soul to the next white man that’s plottin’ on
taking me over, is it my fault
should i drop off on my music, sh-t and pick up ball
man i don’t know, i don’t know

[hook: dyemond lewis]
they call me the, supa slacka, the supa dupa superhero
super spectacular, the motherf-ckin’ super negro
super aware, them f-ckers will never catch me lackin’
how dare you doubt my brilliance just because my pants are sagging?

[verse 2: dyemond lewis]
young black and educated, eyes low and i’m elevated
not because i hit the blunt, it’s in my genes i blame my pops
kick some sh-t that they could feel, let them know there is some real
you thinkin’ you a spiritual, lyrical, f-ckin’ monster?
just because you throwing a couple double entendre’s?
but, where is the subject matter? f-ck it, it doesn’t matter
won’t be subjected to being another pointless rapper
claiming that you ballin’ cuz it comes with a profession
it’s a lesson learned from me, every time i hear you spit
sweet sugar coated lies coming from them chapped lips
it’s d.i.m.e.z, keep it sacred, f-ck the fibs
not a fighter but you disrespect, i’ll black and blue your ribs
you know my slacka come first
the money comes second
everything else come third
i’m thanking jah for these blessings
f-ck them teachers them lessons ain’t teach me sh-t ’bout the real world
i’m out here stressing
so i’ll say it again:

[hook: dyemond lewis]
it be the supa slacka, the supa dupa superhero
super spectacular, the motherf-ckin’ super negro
super aware, them f-ckers will never catch me lackin’
how dare you doubt my brilliance just because my pants are sagging?

- pro era lyrics

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