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Supreme Lyrics - Singles - Benefit

BENEFIT LYRICS 

SUPREME LYRICS 

 

[Verse 1] 

You defiantly better respect me 

Before I check the pressure per square inch you face can withstand directly 

Beats so nice they spoil me, true loyalty 

I flip a sample so sick, I'm never paying royalties 

I demand to be held high like big salary 

Don't ride my dick, you'll get burnt like one calorie 

I can hold my own, and I'm soon to be known 

From the biggest city, down to where the wild cattle roam 

Low budgetness is no budget, I'm broker then broke 

So dirty, cheap , and raw has you chokin' on smoke 

Inhale and exhale, electrifyingly real 

My microphone is handcrafted from a live (?) 

I excel, fall off? you might as well, you bite as well 

that'll send you right to hell 

Benefit prevail, about time it's done 

And I blaze so hot I outshine the sun 

Continuous, so how do you plan to stop this? 

You can't even come close to me like Lockness 

Topless, no bottom, no sides, no space 

That's how I kill emcees and leave no trace 

Go ahead an try to find evidence 

But Benefits ghosts like dead presidents 

Your finished, why'd you step huh? with bad luck too 

Looks like you gamble real high in a game of fuck you 

 

[Chorus] 

No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching) 

No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching) 

All reality (scratching), Supreme (scratching) 

No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching) 

No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching) 

No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching) 

All reality (scratching), Supreme (scratching) 

 

I'm broke in money but I'm rich in beats 

And I ain't jokin' funny off the coke and rum, he's got your bitch in heat 

An emcee wanted to be like me, I saw 

I dragged his ass in gravel and said 'now you're raw' 

Explain to me, it's obviously plain to see 

The industry supports lame emcees 

Time to change this, rearrange the games list 

realize the games best often remain nameless 

Beware of Benny Brings he's aware of everything 

Till death do us, hip-hop wares my wedding ring 

 

I'm above every emcee like Yankee's caps 

You're learnin' how to rhyme, better thank these raps 

But don't call it that, call it hip-hop cause it is 

I got you shakin' like those epilepticans 

My thoughts move at a rate called ill-speed 

If deejay's try to scratch this, their fingers will bleed 

I try to play the hand that good will dealt me 

I cut a kids head off, his body still felt me 

I knew cause the body did a windmill completely 

The blood spillin' out his neck was writin' in graffiti 

I try to help them seize out, they just won't listen 

just a little criticism causes critical condition 

You know what's incredibly painful? submission 

Don't sell your integrity, you'll get no commission. 

 

(Chorus) 

 

[Verse 3] 

You faded away, step down you had one turn 

Come to close to me, you'll catch a wicked sunburn 

I'll pay no attention to a payroll mention 

Your din' push-ups, I'm in the gym bench pressin' 

That means I'm real deal, and your petty shit 

Fake mafia emcee's spittin' spaghetti shit 

Using Ghatti's name in vain, and Gambibo's the same 

Time to chain the lame, damn quit makin' a claim 

Fuck the fame, when I spit, I spit propane 

My words burn emcee's in infernal flame 

Eternal same, these rapbacks dressin' alike 

It's baptism and communion when I'm blessin' the mic. 

Have no real skill, but time will tell 

If your gimmick catches on, then your rhyme will sell 

Undeniably ill, but broke as hell 

Just then the latest emcee joke just fell 

Place me on top, record labels pray I won't drop 

Cause their emcee's will quit, and the profits will stop 

I can see you, but I can't feel you, like a mirage 

I'll battle every sing person in your entourage 

Catch a slap to the face, gun clap in the waist 

just a rappin' disgrace, another rat in the race 

Wack emcee's get the dick, and they'll fall off quick 

What's Benefit like? (umm he's sick) 

 

(Chorus)