SUPER PREDATOR (feat. Styles P)

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Yeah, just ride with a nigga
 America's number one, you can bet on ya life!
 Statik Selektah
 Ride with a nigga like
 America's number one, you can bet on ya life!
 Call me the general, pushing that new agenda through
 For my millennials, troubled youth and the felons too
 Tryna be perennial, but chance of livin' is minimal
 She critical, exactly what made my niggas criminals
 Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain't no miracle
 Word to Steezy, I'ma keep this shit lyrical
 'Til I fall out my physical, all my verses is biblical, uh
 Flowin' religiously, my delivery spiritual, uh
 Feelin' invincible, this here is nothin' new
 This is just principle, take notes, if I were you
 They say I'm a clumsy king, how I be droppin' jewels
 But see, the funny thing is I got lots to lose
 Never no fucks to give, only one life to live
 So I exchange my negative for a positive and it's all
 Good Lord, the pen is way mighty than the sword
 Who want war? I told you before
 How I kicked in the door
 With the rugged raw, back just to reinstall
 What you niggas thought it was?
 Yes, I'm a veteran, you just a comer up
 I can teach you a lesson
 How to get your hunger up
 Homie ya
 How I kicked in the door
 With the rugged raw back just to reinstall
 What you niggas thought it was?
 Yes, I'm a veteran, you just a come up
 About to teach you a lesson
 How to get your fuckin' hunger up, nigga
 Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
 Never let the tings run we, uh
 All di gyal dem a come pree
 But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
 Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
 Never let the tings run we, uh
 All di gyal dem a come pree
 But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
 Super predator, filthy AmeriKKKa
 Burn the newspapers and the editors
 My dead presidents ain't dead enough
 Blew a zip to the head, still ain't red enough
 Pray to Jesus, hope he got you
 No I'm not a chicken, I never listen to FOX News
 Niggas built the country but never givin' they props due
 Payin' for my people, I'm still payin' for my pops dues
 I'm royalty, my momma said it
 I'm gold hearted, I'm scum headed
 Lost soul in a promised land of promises
 Gotta mask on, but no, I'm not anonymous
 Built on my lonely, no accomplices
 Light a L up for my accomplishments
 I'm a real nigga, it's not a lot of 'em
 If they were, then the cops probably shot at 'em
 Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
 Never let the tings run we, uh
 All di gyal dem a come pree
 But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
 Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
 Never let the tings run we, uh
 All di gyal dem a come pree
 But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
 ♪
 Yeah, I stomp the grounds in my Timberlands
 Ain't nothin' colder than New York when that December in
 The coldest shoulders, from average Joes and the simple mans
 I pack the heat 'cause I'm known around to be simmerin'
 That mean I'm finna hit the boilin' point like real soon
 Man, I've been heatin' up, my self esteem been on the moon
 The flow is hotter than volcanic craters near the equator
 Any debaters is simply haters, they know that I'm greater
 I be countin' my paper, forever fuck all the majors
 Did it all on my own, don't owe nobody no favors
 It's clear, I'm heir to the throne, I've been the best in my zone
 Internationally known, forever Brooklyn's own
 I mean, come on, but here's for the Presidents, the Congressmen, the Senators
 Who got us all slavin' while they reapin' all the benefits
 Got the world thinkin' that it's true 'bout what they said of us
 AmeriKKKa's worst nightmare, the super predator
 

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04:11
Tempo
92 BPM

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