Dead Bent

Goddamn it
 Super motherfucking villain goddamn it
 About to get these millions, stacks and shit
 Yo, his dip tried to tell him
 Ooh, you're like the sun
 Chasing all of the rain away
 When you come around, you bring brighter days
 She told him
 You're the perfect one
 For me and you forever will be
 He told her
 I will rock this microphone ... always!
 I hold the mic, like niggas hold their girls tight
 But I ain't after her, probably your Acura pearl white
 The hooker? Nah, as many times as I done hit it
 To be specific more times than dimes in a briz-nick
 When you broke North, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick
 At the Garden, true, that's the God in me, pardon you
 Jeepers! I was tore back, the ho gained access to my beeper
 Called back my secretary gatekeeper
 Like I ain't peep her, I said, "Darling you was stupid though
 You know the Super Villain, (He is a super) ho"
 I had this style ever since I was a child
 I got this other style I ain't flip in a while, it goes
 Pure scientific intelligence, with one point of relevance
 Emcees whose styles need Velamints
 And once the smoke clear, tell 'em it's
 The Super motherfucking Villain, nigga came through raw like the elements
 On 99 plus one of them
 And with a flow to pull a fraud nigga file from out in front of him
 When we with y'all, we had tons of fun
 Me and my duns and them
 Actual true and living sons of them
 Dead planets and God-U's
 Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge you's
 Fool, and won't feel remorse for shit
 Except for one time, once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits
 Scientific going berserk like Red Alert
 I really went to pick up wiznork for cheddar dirt
 To fund these experiments is where I went
 Obviously dead bent, and spent every red cent
 To rule you, and still drop more jewels than schools do
 Or even TV news that's designed to fool you (who?)
 Yeah you, who hear the most grimy suggestions
 From brothers with fly names and I.D. questions
 That's a Secret like Victoria teddy sets that's edible
 Them's not ready yet for the incredible
 Team of MC's who broke all fakes
 Who thought they were slaughter proof
 Stomping through like North Face waterproof
 Tat-tat, that's the end of that
 After hit the bar where baby girl bartender at
 I told her more wine, mingling with no single mentions of
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