Supastition - Other Side Of The South lyrics

You can call me bitter, hostilehell
You can call me a hater for all I care but
This is just how I feel
About the whole situation

I've been known to flat line
Many rappers with heart without a pistol
Kill 'em with sarcastic remarks
Tough guys hear me, you gon' pay dearly
For all your dry threats and
The trash that you talk
Niggas in the south clearly
Ain't try to feel me
Complaining that I spit like cats in New York
Then 'fore they attack me, like an Iraqi
Gettin' slapped with an American passport
And my state won't back me
I can't relate to the Ying Yang Twins
I relate more to Black Thought
So hate me or bash me
Come at me the wrong way
I'll gladly put your country ass in a coff-
-in, bend and twist my words
Take it personal
Fine, next time I'll custom make
A verse for you i'm not down in the south
Cause there's raw rappers here
But that bullshit is drowning them out
Yep, I'm bold enough to say
I don't make dumb shit
Nope, I'm not coming with that
Dope or your gun shit
Won't support it one bit i'mma do Supa
Not trying to rap to the same 808 drum kit's
Yep, I know clowns will
Eventually come and object
The hard niggas are the sensitive ones
And no
I'm not lookin' for attention or exposure
Co-signs, not tryin' to use this to blow up
And so what
If niggas gon' have me black listed
Or question my blackness cause
I don't act ignorant
Cause when it's yo' turn to get
Paid to turn over profit
You make ancestors turn in they grave
Carolina's in my blood
My background? I don't fear mine
Raised off of Bo Jangles
Chicken a cheer wine
Krispy Kreme donuts and all the whole nine
But sadly your skills don't
Even come near mine
Don't lower the bar, don't grant me a pass
I'm here to show all southern rap ain't trash
And man, fuck how you feel
If a nigga can't act right in public
What he gon' do when you give him a deal?
I'm tryin' to reach worldwide
With this music job not just for the block
Not just tryin' to prove I'm hard
I guess if it's not street shit
People will not listen
They label you a "backpacker" if
You not with it the nerve of these dudes to
Pump led in my cousin
Then sell me a shirt to
Tell me to "stop snitchin'"
This rap game has gone from
A sweatsuit and a boombox
To Martin Luther King watchin'
TV on the Boondocks
I'm here to give it some Botox and a facelift
Instead of this makeshift, make believe
Fake shit
See good music, that's all I'm about
You could say Supa's from the
Other side of the south

Yeah and there you have it
Hahaha so next time
You open up your mouth and
Say that niggas from
The south can't rhymei want you
To rewind this shit
Back man and if you not impressed then
Come see me man we can
Handle this that's right
Man supastition from the other
Side of the south i guess you could say
Where niggas really spit
Take that how you wanna take it man