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supastition – don’t stop lyrics

[hook] {x2}
this is, my music
you can either fight, f-ck or dream to it
bounce or lean to it
n.c. influence, you know how we do it
it’s hip hop
and supast-tion don’t stop

[verse one]
yo, it’s time to separate the real from the replicas
the fans from the critics so let’s deal with these hecklers
a new date, different testament
and i ain’t stressin’ it
cause i’m better than all of y’all and that’s a rough estimate
i’m humble, but i’m c-cky
trapped between double lives
i scream “i’m the best” until the day it’s proven otherwise
i try to take a diplomatic approach before
the mainstream is weak, the underground ain’t dope no more
and lyrically, commercial cats stay behind five years
and abstract motherf-ckers wanna -n-lyze fears
man look
i don’t need your little pep talk or expertise
so please
keep ball and point away from my next release
now i switched sides like ben chavis
hooked up with m-phazes
that’s my gulf coast neighbor, get this paper n-gga
i know a lot of snakes but i ain’t really into scandals
my soul purpose is to set the mood like scented candles
spit till i physically fatigued or till my lungs collapse
if you don’t believe then tell the dj to run it back
after everything i still run with the same brethren
wax reform, we got it locked, we hall of fame legends
my lost colony, we back to stand common ground
on one accord like we road tripped to china town
i got a medal of honor for whoopin’ mo’ -ss in public
on the daily than the ghettoist mamas

[hook]

[bridge]
the lost colony, it don’t stop y’all
wax reform, it don’t stop y’all
nicolay, it don’t stop y’all
justus league, it don’t stop y’all
[?], it don’t stop y’all
the brother soul, it don’t stop y’all
e-hood, it don’t stop y’all
supast-tion, it don’t stop y’all

[verse two]
make way for the phenomenal rhymer
the true divine carolina phisher with a signature flow
i should sign my initials
i’m the future of the music so basically, time ain’t an issue
i’ll be close to 99 by the time it hits you
more valuable than diamond or crystal
i tap gl-ss jaws
and i’m too old for these games, i feel like terry bradshaw
just to keep my name alive
i’m dead serious, dead set and death threats
the only thing i seem to hear in head sets
you want to test a n-gga’s image, thinkin’ it’s a gimmick
when y’all cats hide skeletons better than full figured women
so i’m into pullin’ skirts when people want to pull up dirt
feel free, cause words will ricochet but real bullets hurt
yep, i’m arrogant, conceited, marriage is for preachers
cause i’m known to stand a b-tch up like she paraplegic
if you s-xually deprived you probably think i’m makin’ bitter tunes
i spit so nasty at shows the crowd screams “get a room!”
sick thoughts, like a mad professor and my predecessor
know i’m next in line cause i can rhyme plus i’m a better dresser
so today’s lesson is a crash course on stage presence
i move the crowd like a seasoned late 80’s veteran
supa breaths life into the game, you need a respirator
take the first step, i’m bringin’ y’all down like escalators
my profile’s low key as private investigators
surviving the best of haters
f-ck y’all, test me later

[hook]

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