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supastition – other side of the south lyrics

[intro] [supast-tion talking]:
you can call me bitter, hostile…h-ll, you can call me a hater for all i care. but this is just how i feel about the whole situation

[verse]:
i’ve been known to flat line many rappers with heart
without a pistol, k!ll ’em with sarcastic remarks
tough guys hear me, you gon’ pay dearly
for all your dry threats and the trash that you talk
n-ggas in the south clearly, ain’t try to feel me
complaining that i spit like cats in new york
then ‘fore they attack me, like an iraqi
gettin’ slapped with an american p-ssport
and my state won’t back me
i can’t relate to the ying yang twins, i relate more to black thought
so hate me or bash me, come at me the wrong way
i’ll gladly put your country -ss in a coff-
-in, bend and twist my words, take it personal
fine, next time i’ll custom make a verse for you
i’m not down in the south cause there’s raw rappers here
but that bullsh-t is drowning them out
yep, i’m bold enough to say i don’t make dumb sh-t
nope, i’m not coming with that dope or your gun sh-t
won’t support it one bit
i’mma do supa, not trying to rap to the same 808 drum kits
yep, i know clowns will eventually come and object
the hard n-ggas are the sensitive ones
and no, i’m not lookin’ for attention or exposure
co-signs, not tryin’ to use this to blow up
and so what, if n-ggas gon’ have me black listed
or question my blackness cause i don’t act ignorant
cause when it’s yo’ turn to get paid to turn over profit
you make ancestors turn in they grave
carolina’s in my blood, my background? i don’t fear mine
raised off of bo jangles, chicken a cheer wine
krispy kreme donuts and all the whole nine
but sadly your sk!lls don’t even come near mine
don’t lower the bar, don’t grant me a p-ss
i’m here to show all southern rap ain’t trash
and man, f-ck how you feel
if a n-gga can’t act right in public, what he gon’ do when you give him a deal?
i’m tryin’ to reach worldwide with this music job
not just for the block, not just tryin’ to prove i’m hard
i guess if it’s not street sh-t, people will not listen
they label you a “backpacker” if you not with it
the nerve of these dudes to pump led in my cousin
then sell me a shirt to tell me to “stop snitchin'”
this rap game has gone from a sweatsuit and a boombox
to martin luther king watchin’ tv on the boondocks
i’m here to give it some botox and a facelift
instead of this makeshift, make believe, fake sh-t
see good music, that’s all i’m about
you could say supa’s from the other side of the south

[outro] [supast-tion]:
yeah. and there you have it. hahaha. so next time, you open up your mouth and say that n-ggas from the south can’t rhyme…i want you to rewind this sh-t back man. and if you not impressed then, come see me man. we can handle this. that’s right man. supast-tion. from the other side of the south i guess you could say. where n-ggas really spit. take that how you wanna take it man

- supastition lyrics

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