Supa Nigga

[Intro] TNS The new and improved The new fangled monochromatic Steppin Fetchit in high definition He's Ben Vereen Bojangles tap-dancin in this [Verse 1] Ten million chameleons and all of them gray For the mind state is that of cubical space Thinking of these verses as a thought grenade or worst case scenario a disintegration ray Your pumping heart becomes the blank canvas Whether we paint pretty pictures of flowers or a masterpiece of epic anguish For my tour de force I downstroy your sign language Make the sign of a fist and punch you square in your cabbage Look around Dorothy you done missed your exit We past Kansas This be South West Atlanta Where they run the West Cost offense with killa running backs and a flotilla of Bela Lugosis In the back safety It ain't safe see So hide behind your most trusted reinforcements My squad of stampeding elephants hit the record store Samples scream for they life as if we was Lizzie Borden Knowing full well they get chopped up in the morning and served with tea and crumpets For in life you either a big game safari hunter or cute furry hunted Forget the hardest thug ass rapper I make nerdy suburban MCs be on some gun shit Mad as hell 'cuz I came underhanded like a softball pitch covered in slimy spit Bring your “A” game or end up a stuffed museum exhibit I got connections at the illest Stepfather Factory ever From here on out serving you nothing but sleep for dinner You mad? You better catch me in between blinks or moonwalking backwards on air with velvet slippers I'm that fuckin' nigga [Verse 2] The bulletproof saint My spinning metal halo spits titanium chromidium razor blades In a 360-degree radius of time, energy, and space From the twenty-eighth dimension where I contemplate over earth's dominion You need blueprints to construct a stargate to escape the ass whipping knowing no ending You'll be begging for any fat lady to start singing Banished to the outer edge of infinity Sentenced to pummel you senseless Your guardian angels will be nowhere to be found There’ll be no Jehovah to witness Consult your paganistic mystic Your daily horoscope will read absolutely horrific Your palm reader will be like "Oh Shit!" Here comes that new legend That don't spit that old Aunt Jemima folklore The galactic revolutionary Galloping on the back of crazy horse with a blue laser to blast these big lips on Mt. Rushmore Bringing you face to face with the newest in evolution Welcome to the future You've been categorized and archived with pins stuck in your abdomen like a pretty butterfly You purple? Step to a nigga and find out exactly what happens when doves cry