Supastition - Hidden Track lyrics

I won't beg to get my CD played
Everybody be afraid
What I write will piss more people
Off than the meter maid
Somewhat a tyrant I deserve to be feared
Like a United pilot with a turban and a beard
I'm peer pressure
Put discouraging words in your ear
Lose track of how many guest spots
I murder in a year
And it's nothing to joke about when
I step in the building
My facial expression is like you
Would step on my children
Cookie cutter motherfuckers
Take a stab at me
I done had a tougher time trying
To battle my bad acne
I'm comin with skills you fuckin' with me
I spit bombs
You run of the mill like WS sitcoms
You ain't what you used to be
Every song you slip another notch and decline
Like you Easy Mo Bee's producer fee
My creative juices be enough to
Fill a river up
A sea up, so re-up with a full clip
Nigga what?!
Supastition in the house like that uh
Marco Polo in the house like that y'all

Doin' it, doin' it, that's right