Supastition - Yada Yada lyrics
[Supastition - Yada Yada lyrics]
It's the return of your recurring nightmare
Southern messiah who only rock
The fliest Nike Airs
Industry black sheep trying to
Fight being typecast
Screaming NC 'til they put me
In that white casket
It's the day of reckoning
I'm the wrecking ball when the record spins
Since the?uest recommend
I've counted consecutive wins
Been in so many cities you
Would think I teleport
Keep fans eyes bulging out
Like Tracee Ellis Ross
Read between the lines, I define unsung
Continue to son dumb niggas
'til the funds come
And anybody trying to stop the agenda
Will see I got a hotter
Temper than a mafia member
I rapped alongside Crooked I, Phonte, Elzhi
They look at I
Reply "he's no Kanye sales-wise"
Keep it one hundred when others
Respond and tell lies i'm humble
Keep my head screwed on and held high
I never let the fame command me
I've seen it turn
Righteous niggas into Amos and Andy, jigaboos
Hip hop's my humble abode
I treat it like royalty
But these young boys
They be pissing all on the toilet seats
Disrespecting legends
Someone call the board of ethics
These dudes ¼ skill and
Three quarters reckless
Yelling 'bout the legendary, legend what?!
You don't even measure up to the
Kanes and the Lord Finesses
Now everybody screaming they the king
Yada yada they making outlandish claims
And nobody's bothered
Tell them fools stay in their lane
They out of order
Don't make me grab one of these
Young lames by the collar
Before you ever spend money
On anybody's product
Find out if they're about integrity
Or 'bout a dollar
Somebody gotta tell it like it is so Mr moye
Came back to kill the villains and
Fill in the missing void
Sorry to disappoint those who
Didn't miss the voice
Continue ignoring me like normally
There is a choice
Let the rest rejoice (crowd cheers)
Never test your boy
I keep liquid swords in my reservoir
Metaphors, similes, double entendres
The bars stay consistent as
The Baltimore crime rate
Slaughtering beats when I record
Report 'em deceased fck a critic
Skins thicker than a Nautica fleece
Got your girl on all fours
How about some hardcore
Like a horny Nautica Thorn in a porno release
Got her performing for me while you
Wasting time in the studio
Pretending to be some kind of
King in a Coogi robe
I undress beautiful ladies without
The loot to show
Quicker than a 60's hippie can
Have a doobie rolled ask me to do a show
You better have the show deposit
Or point promoters to the exit
With the door revolving
Now you can say it's good promotion for me
Yada yada and this gone put me in the
Ranks with the hottest artists
But before I am a rapper
I'm somebody's father
And you always get what you
Paid for nada nada yada yada
The yada yada it's still Supastition, nigga
Southern messiah who only rock
The fliest Nike Airs
Industry black sheep trying to
Fight being typecast
Screaming NC 'til they put me
In that white casket
It's the day of reckoning
I'm the wrecking ball when the record spins
Since the?uest recommend
I've counted consecutive wins
Been in so many cities you
Would think I teleport
Keep fans eyes bulging out
Like Tracee Ellis Ross
Read between the lines, I define unsung
Continue to son dumb niggas
'til the funds come
And anybody trying to stop the agenda
Will see I got a hotter
Temper than a mafia member
I rapped alongside Crooked I, Phonte, Elzhi
They look at I
Reply "he's no Kanye sales-wise"
Keep it one hundred when others
Respond and tell lies i'm humble
Keep my head screwed on and held high
I never let the fame command me
I've seen it turn
Righteous niggas into Amos and Andy, jigaboos
Hip hop's my humble abode
I treat it like royalty
But these young boys
They be pissing all on the toilet seats
Disrespecting legends
Someone call the board of ethics
These dudes ¼ skill and
Three quarters reckless
Yelling 'bout the legendary, legend what?!
You don't even measure up to the
Kanes and the Lord Finesses
Now everybody screaming they the king
Yada yada they making outlandish claims
And nobody's bothered
Tell them fools stay in their lane
They out of order
Don't make me grab one of these
Young lames by the collar
Before you ever spend money
On anybody's product
Find out if they're about integrity
Or 'bout a dollar
Somebody gotta tell it like it is so Mr moye
Came back to kill the villains and
Fill in the missing void
Sorry to disappoint those who
Didn't miss the voice
Continue ignoring me like normally
There is a choice
Let the rest rejoice (crowd cheers)
Never test your boy
I keep liquid swords in my reservoir
Metaphors, similes, double entendres
The bars stay consistent as
The Baltimore crime rate
Slaughtering beats when I record
Report 'em deceased fck a critic
Skins thicker than a Nautica fleece
Got your girl on all fours
How about some hardcore
Like a horny Nautica Thorn in a porno release
Got her performing for me while you
Wasting time in the studio
Pretending to be some kind of
King in a Coogi robe
I undress beautiful ladies without
The loot to show
Quicker than a 60's hippie can
Have a doobie rolled ask me to do a show
You better have the show deposit
Or point promoters to the exit
With the door revolving
Now you can say it's good promotion for me
Yada yada and this gone put me in the
Ranks with the hottest artists
But before I am a rapper
I'm somebody's father
And you always get what you
Paid for nada nada yada yada
The yada yada it's still Supastition, nigga