[Intro: Supreme The Rude Boy & Sample]
Yeah (You don't stop, keep on)
We have contact (You don't stop, keep on)
Ladies and Gentlemen
And we have liftoff (You don't stop, keep on)
It's Friday night live
About to take it to the street (You don't stop, keep on)
It's like this
[Verse 1: Supreme The Rude Boy]
As my mind moves swiftly, pass the point of the apocalypse
Your microphone is with this, soon as it grace my lips
I think I need my psychedelic pearls as trip
Because I freeze you on the scene, you got that post nasal drip
Assumin' human form to appeal to the norm (Yeah)
Comin' through like typhoons when ice and hail storms
I cast spells on those teens with pipe dreams
Like the dozens of MC's who blast scenеs and make cream, you na mean?
I think it's timе we expose the mass
Enroll you in some class so I can see who passes
Illegal business controls the area
Rhyme blow our beef on beat to [?]
Decide for what I said from the top off my head
Normally I write cool blue but now my ink is blood red
Man listen, I got cases of ammunition
To dispose some wack MC's on this Friday night mission
[Chorus: Supreme The Rude Boy & Sample]
Like that y'all
Yeah, take it to the street
It's Friday night live, uh
Keepin' shit live like that y'all, uh
Yeah, take it to the street
On this Friday night live
Like that y'all, come on
[Verse 2: Supreme The Rude Boy]
My concepts go deeper than Navy Seals
'Cause you don't know the pleasure I feel
When I eliminate the rappers in your stable
I'm raw, ready, able and willin' to make a killin'
Make rappers do my biddin' (Right)
Rappers proclaim to be the demolitions expert
But four o'clock, you see 'em on the psychic friends network
They get hurt when I'm stimulated, check when I save it
A soundboy got pulled, now he's heavily sedated
So why you lacin' all your blunts with gunpowder
I'm busy in my crates, gotta fire higher power
I heard your record man, I was bored to tears
'Cause weak ideas irritate my ears
Hah, I must admit your technique blew my mind
How you could rhyme that same rhyme about 1200 times (Uh)
Releasin' steam without the use of a TEC
From East Lake comin' live and direct with respect
[Chorus: Supreme The Rude Boy & Sample]
Hah, yeah, about take it to the street
On this Friday night live
[?]
Yeah, we about take it to the street
On this Friday night live
Like that come on, it's like that y'all
[Verse 3: Supreme The Rude Boy]
I represent the new school of hard heads
With infinitive lyrics that'll wake up the dead
I'll even blow over the sounds of a hard geared teams
Like the RZA, I'm [?] like [?]
You don't want me to finish it so don't even start it (Uh)
Your image is cold-hearted while your blow sound retarded
A-yo hit me with that vibe kid, I make it real like the Jets
'Cause what I got to offer, yo is good as it gets (Hah)
I was thinkin' of a lyrical master plan
My mind moves faster there, the ordinary jam
Supreme steelo, highly unorthodox
For all the hardrocks stuck on my jock
'Cause my weapon is my vocal when recorded on tape (Right)
Or lethal when they assume no particular shape
Wait before you go up and accept your award
Come hard or run up to your car
[Chorus: Supreme The Rude Boy & Sample]
'Cause it's Friday night live, live
Uh, we about take it to the street, uh
Come on, come on, come on, yeah
Like that y'all
It's Friday night live
We about to take it to the street
Like [?], come on, we goin' out
[Outro: Supreme The Rude Boy & Sample]
[?] in your area
Come on man, [?]
You don't stop, keep it on
My main nigga bro [?], uh
Represent your area now like that, come on
Represent your area, it's a party y'all
Represent your area, it's a party y'all
Word up, like this
Just keep it like this
It's Friday night y'all, keep it, keep it like that
Come on, represent your area, [?]
Yeah (You don't stop, keep on)
We have contact (You don't stop, keep on)
Ladies and Gentlemen
And we have liftoff (You don't stop, keep on)
It's Friday night live
About to take it to the street (You don't stop, keep on)
It's like this
[Verse 1: Supreme The Rude Boy]
As my mind moves swiftly, pass the point of the apocalypse
Your microphone is with this, soon as it grace my lips
I think I need my psychedelic pearls as trip
Because I freeze you on the scene, you got that post nasal drip
Assumin' human form to appeal to the norm (Yeah)
Comin' through like typhoons when ice and hail storms
I cast spells on those teens with pipe dreams
Like the dozens of MC's who blast scenеs and make cream, you na mean?
I think it's timе we expose the mass
Enroll you in some class so I can see who passes
Illegal business controls the area
Rhyme blow our beef on beat to [?]
Decide for what I said from the top off my head
Normally I write cool blue but now my ink is blood red
Man listen, I got cases of ammunition
To dispose some wack MC's on this Friday night mission
[Chorus: Supreme The Rude Boy & Sample]
Like that y'all
Yeah, take it to the street
It's Friday night live, uh
Keepin' shit live like that y'all, uh
Yeah, take it to the street
On this Friday night live
Like that y'all, come on
[Verse 2: Supreme The Rude Boy]
My concepts go deeper than Navy Seals
'Cause you don't know the pleasure I feel
When I eliminate the rappers in your stable
I'm raw, ready, able and willin' to make a killin'
Make rappers do my biddin' (Right)
Rappers proclaim to be the demolitions expert
But four o'clock, you see 'em on the psychic friends network
They get hurt when I'm stimulated, check when I save it
A soundboy got pulled, now he's heavily sedated
So why you lacin' all your blunts with gunpowder
I'm busy in my crates, gotta fire higher power
I heard your record man, I was bored to tears
'Cause weak ideas irritate my ears
Hah, I must admit your technique blew my mind
How you could rhyme that same rhyme about 1200 times (Uh)
Releasin' steam without the use of a TEC
From East Lake comin' live and direct with respect
[Chorus: Supreme The Rude Boy & Sample]
Hah, yeah, about take it to the street
On this Friday night live
[?]
Yeah, we about take it to the street
On this Friday night live
Like that come on, it's like that y'all
[Verse 3: Supreme The Rude Boy]
I represent the new school of hard heads
With infinitive lyrics that'll wake up the dead
I'll even blow over the sounds of a hard geared teams
Like the RZA, I'm [?] like [?]
You don't want me to finish it so don't even start it (Uh)
Your image is cold-hearted while your blow sound retarded
A-yo hit me with that vibe kid, I make it real like the Jets
'Cause what I got to offer, yo is good as it gets (Hah)
I was thinkin' of a lyrical master plan
My mind moves faster there, the ordinary jam
Supreme steelo, highly unorthodox
For all the hardrocks stuck on my jock
'Cause my weapon is my vocal when recorded on tape (Right)
Or lethal when they assume no particular shape
Wait before you go up and accept your award
Come hard or run up to your car
[Chorus: Supreme The Rude Boy & Sample]
'Cause it's Friday night live, live
Uh, we about take it to the street, uh
Come on, come on, come on, yeah
Like that y'all
It's Friday night live
We about to take it to the street
Like [?], come on, we goin' out
[Outro: Supreme The Rude Boy & Sample]
[?] in your area
Come on man, [?]
You don't stop, keep it on
My main nigga bro [?], uh
Represent your area now like that, come on
Represent your area, it's a party y'all
Represent your area, it's a party y'all
Word up, like this
Just keep it like this
It's Friday night y'all, keep it, keep it like that
Come on, represent your area, [?]
( Supreme The Rude Boy )
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