Lyrics Supreme (Being) - David Casto

It's time you pay tribute
Bully rap ain't here to play with you
No twin
What
You didn't think we the same did you?
Is you as dumb as you look shit I would say triple that hit your back mac truck
Reverse it the only reason I'd back up
Is to run over your legs just to make sure you stay crippled
You making the game simple like Milton Bradley
Been sick preparing this gift to be the illest rapping
Thought that was the point not to make pop songs
Busteed bubble aim for the jugular with my lock jaw
Ego flexing no cockfight
Darkness that fought light
On mics
Trusted to wreck it like Walter Cronkite
You more off white not talking apparel just mean you're not bright
As you think that's if you think something's just not right
Lost sight walking the blind oh I'm a dog right
Hell I could this all night

Y'all ain't ready
Y'all think you can test me
I don't get it
I'm supreme

This is good sex minus the brain I'm just not all there
Pretty girls wanting my dick fuck what you call fair
Stop there or caught in the octagon with the octomom hit the motherlode this a thunderbolt to your ball hair
Feel me coming
Terex ripple effect
Water breaks just not Prego still just as wet
Plus you sweating bullets
Feeling triggered
Steady pull it
While you pointing fingers
Your demeanor is executed
Like a good plan triangle offense don't see the eye above
Light them up
Fueling the fire of the enlightened sun
I am the
Product of my desires don't bite your tongue or the hand that feeds take heed
Or else you might get sunned
Never mind the might to the height you climb I'm the dynamite
You the vagina type I've been punching through like I'm iron Mike
China white wired up fire truck in a silent night
Don't be alarmed hit the snooze when I aligned the sight

I'm telling you
It's death knocking at your door
Answer
I'm supreme

Going through bad times like fat people running the 40 yard dash I kill me but never going to flatline
Sapphires kept in my book of rhymes glisten satire
Campfires just for your record and that's cause your a damn liar
The suit fits like tweeting Michelin
Get it?
That's your attire
Don't see dead people see slow people
Really it's all the same thing
And word to every bruise on my body I know evil
Hold your antidote inside a cold needle
Reaping what you sow don't let your soul leave you
And if it leaves I'm praying that the lord keep you
Under control I'm God body you so fetal
Why even end on a high when this my lowest point
Yeah I've been ready to die for that I'm overjoyed
Still hope to make it alive cause I've been so destroyed
You want a piece like the common thief come on over boy

I'm supreme