The Lady of Rage - Super Supreme Lyrics

Ah, now I be drillin MC's
When my lyrics spill like Valdez oil (ha)
Bubble and toil, the brew without the bitches (what?)
I'm wicked as the witches (ha)
Hittin' hard as switches
Once again, Ms. Big Britches
Uh, uh, I'm puttin my weight down
Who's gonna take down one hundred seventy-five, pow
Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
Do what I must, ooh, what a rush
Now hush, someone's callin' my name (Rage)
The only girl to knock you out the frame
Call me Mrs. Butter 'cause I'm worth it, I works it
Overtime, definitely blow your mind
When the instruments become mental (I what?)
I flow through the dental frame, cock back and take aim
On you cavity creeps, the baddest to be
Start static with me, it's definite catastrophes on MC's

Sheeyit, super supreme
When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend
'Phone fiend, super supreme, haha, Afro Queen
Ah

Now (now), I (I)
Breaks them down to their very last compound
When I come stompin' on the ground (ground)
My territory (ha), I mark it
Like dogs pissin' on trees, umm, don't piss me off because
(Why?) I might go off, baby
Flow from the larynx
Take a puff and blow MC's like clarinets (uh)
I ride beats like a Yama'
'Cause more drama than your baby's momma
Pause like comma, ha
Right in your face, it's live and direct (hey)
Lyrical murderer, you best protect yo' neck
You can Inspectah Deck over the hills (uh)
I don't fake jacks, I'm not yo' everyday Jill
My, Shadz of Lingo, got more flavor than Pringles
I shoot the gift, more swifter than Kris Kringle
You talk about gettin' with me, miss me
'Cause you'll be left misty blue
Shit your drawers, piss 'em too, (hey)
Suckers get dumped in my dungeon (ha)
MC's hard as trees, but I'ma play Paul Bunyan
Chop-chop like an axe, my vocals stickin' like thumbtacks
Hahaha, don't try to melt me 'cause my voice is on wax
It's fireproof and that's the God's honest truth
Hard as a brick, (bite it) and it'll break your tooth
Or teeth, chief, and that's the end of the beef, chew it
'Cause I don't see a damn thing that you can do with it

Sheeyit, super supreme
When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend (uh)
'Phone fiend, super supreme, ha, Afro Queen
Ah, definitely rough

Now I gets sick like (from here to where?) From here to Syria
Drip burnin' lyrics like venereal diseases
Strategic procedures (done at the what?) Done at the leisure
More flavor than Khadija, inject you with my anesthesia
Break them down to one cell like an amoeba
Arrivederci, you crab MC's irk me (ándale vato), but
I'm known as a heavyweight, my grandmother
Told me to clean everything off my plate when I ate, so I
Crunch and munch (ha) on you suckers out to lunch
Definitely hittin' 'em with the hardness
That'll leave em all punch drunk, uh-huh
I'm rated top choice
With a grip on the mic like Royce Gracy
Ultimate champion, stand alone like Acey
Takes me about a sec to catch wreck (so what?)
So you can play like Rex and go fetch 'cause I'm too high tech
So once again (uh), let's break it down to the nitty
You used to be the shit but now you're just plain shitty
Ha, now, I leave you, with a mouth full of lumps
Like the mumps, never play me like chumps, punk
Ha, jump up to get beat down, see now
Lyrical murderer, still R-A-G now, E now

Sheeyit, super supreme
When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend
'Phone fiend, super supreme, ha, Afro Queen
Ah, definitely rough

Uh, sheeyit, super supreme
When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend
'Phone fiend, super supreme ha, Afro Queen
Ah, definitely rough

Uh, sheeyit, super supreme
Uh, sheeyit, microphone fiend
'Phone fiend, super supreme ha, Afro Queen
Ah, definitely rough

Uh, sheeyit, super supreme
Uh, sheeyit, microphone fiend
'Phone fiend, super supreme ha, Afro Queen
Ah, definitely rough

Sheeyit