Lyrics Supa Dynamite (feat. Mr. Lif) (instrumental) - Asamov
And
J
Ville
got
it
(soul!)
And
O
Zone
got
it
(soul!)
And
Miami
got
it
(soul!)
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
And
Atlanta
got
it
(soul!)
And
Chi-Town
got
it
(soul!)
And
Seattle
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
You
know
Philly
got
it
(soul!)
And
Ohio
got
it
(soul!)
And
Texas
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
You
know
Cali
got
it
(soul!)
And
New
York
got
it
(soul!)
And
V.A.
got
it
(Supa)
Who
rock
the
spot
dawg?
You
know
we
puttin'
clowns
to
shame
This
is
how
we
do,
you
know
we
lightin'
up
the
stage
I'm
Archie
Bell
I'm
here
to
make
you
tighten
up
your
aim
Shoot
your
gift
cause
Asamov
is
known
for
shuttin'
down
the
game
Ain't
comin'
close
so
there's
no
need
for
you
to
step
to
this
Stylin'
out
two
the
third
power
plus
we
fresh
with
this
This
what
happen
when
we
link
with
a
Perceptionist
boy
What
you
think?
We
some
certified
specialist
So
come
and
bring
it
we
gon'
lay
it
on
the
line
Try
to
take
us
man?
You
must
be
out
your
rabid
ass
mind
Yeah,
you
diss
that
shit
that
makes
you
hate
what
I
do
But
get
hype
whenever
you
hearin'
my
8 times
2
Come
on
now,
there
ain't
no
way
you
can
relate
to
my
crew
So
homie
watch
out,
you
gon'
get
muscled
or
boxed
out
Or,
you
can
tussle
on
the
ground
and
knocked
out
And
I
stand
on
top
of
you
talkin'
shit
so
what's
up
now?
And
you
know
what
I'm
sayin'
And
Jersey
got
it
(soul!)
And
Rhode
Island
got
it
(soul!)
And
Alabama
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
Yeah,
and
Portland
got
it
(soul!)
And
Las
Vegas
got
it
(soul!)
And
Tallahassee
got
it
(soul!)
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
Yeah
and
Detroit
got
it
(soul!)
And
B-More
got
it
(soul!)
And
Tennessee
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
Yeah
and
N.C.
got
it
(soul!)
And
D.C.
got
it
(soul!)
And
Boston
got
it
(Supa)
This
is
something
that
I
use
a
bone
saw
for
You
just
a
sophomore
With
six
stroke
on
par
four
Double
bogie,
fake
phoney
nigga
that
imitate
Soon
as
my
head
shake,
I
generate
earthquake
Representer
through
the
epicenter
Leave
you
limbs
at
the
front
desk
with
a
pound
of
your
flesh
Fresh
meat
mayday,
grade
A
disaster
I'm
the
after,
path
blaster,
present
smoker
Minute
shaker,
second
choker
Continue
a
marauder,
kill
time
to
fill
quota
And
you
can
gaze
into
the
future
if
you
must
but
you'll
be
turned
to
dust
As
in
your
film
will
just
corrode
and
rust
I
go
to
Rome
and??
flow
through
like??
Set
you
up
and
silently
scope
you
I'm
foul
bro
Similar
to
Malvo
Ricochet,
make
'em
pay,
this
is
my
And
you
know
so
let's
go
Africa
got
it
(soul!)
And
Germany
got
it
(soul!)
And
Jamaica
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
Yeah,
you
know
Spain
got
it
(soul!)
And
then
Sweden
got
it
(soul!)
And
Australia
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
Yeah
and
Puerto
Rico
got
it
(soul!)
The
Philippines
got
it
(soul!)
And
T
Dot
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
Yeah
Amsterdam
got
it
(soul!)
And
U.K.
got
it
(soul!)
And
Tokoyo
got
it
(Supa)
Now
I'm
at
the
age
where
I
spark
the
flame
Retarded
lames
want
their
stars
the
same
For
fame,
nigga
hate
it's
part
of
the
game
But
hold
too,
we
told
you
You
softer
than
tofu,
it's
so
true
Back
the
fuck
up,
merci
beaucoup
You
know
duke,
I
don't
feel
your
shit
Your
coins
lost
in
the
sauce
like
a
Tutarian
chip
Soldiers
for
the
art
with
no
signs
of
fatigue
Gon'
expose
your
inner
feelings
that
you
wear
on
your
sleeve
Triple
16
out
the
magazine
for
rap
fiends
Last
seen
extracting
spleens
with
a
black
machine
The
cordless
the
rawness,
the
audio
technicolor
What
we?
in
this
light
to
bother
your
retina
We
heard
of
what
you
servin'
up
Burnin'
your
chefs
hands
Super
fresh
lyrics
squeezed
straight
out
the
Crest
can
Rollin'
like
Frankenstine,
killer
robot
design
Anamov
antivirus
for
your
rotten
mind
One
time
you
know
that
James
Brown
got
it
(soul!)
And
Gil
Scott
got
it
(soul!)
And
Barry
White
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
And
Fred
Wesley
got
it
(soul!)
And
Stevie
Wonder
got
it
(soul!)
And
Sly
Stone
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
And
Quincy
Jones
got
it
(soul!)
And
Roy
Ayers
got
it
(soul!)
And
Lynn
Collins
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
And
Kool
Herc
got
it
(soul!)
You
know
Flash
got
it
(soul!)
And
Bambaataa
got
it
(Supa
dynamite
soul)
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