Flatbush Zombies ft. Bodega Bamz - My Team Supreme 2.0 Lyrics

<CENTER><B><EM><U>My Team Supreme 2.0 Lyrics by Flatbush Zombies ft. Bodega Bamz</U></EM></B> <br /><P>Today's agenda, a nation exterminating the pious<BR>Pray that you never die, don't dare to be deemed the highest<BR>Our right is founded by liars, righteous as my suppliers<BR>They wonder where my supply is (Nigga, where them beats?)<BR>Fuck a feature, my ether is equal to each of your own<BR>Embodied the balance of the world on my shoulders alone<BR>But God bless America, my Gs go hard<BR>Gs make dreams and these grams make gods<BR>I am so compelled, might as well proceed another step<BR>Never took a L, still fresh without the double X<BR>Manson, ransom, artificial anthems<BR>Ladies say he handsome, these niggas throwing tantrums<BR>Tripping to existence is often labeled as miscreants<BR>Cause we position it different, real hard to make sense of it<BR>Record labels making sense, we sensitive<BR>Now we acting senseless, fuck you, Architect for president</P><br /><P>I'm on my freeze time, leaping in and out of portal shit<BR>You on your prick your finger from a thorn, mere mortal shit<BR>I'm on my Heath Ledger, I can't get my mind in order shit<BR>Hitler at a bar mitzvah, torturous, slaughter shit<BR>I am really that nigga, call it quits, get off my dick<BR>Give a camera the finger every time I hear a flick<BR>The code has been cracked and I am the glitch, do you hear this shit<BR>Like a rabbit turd, I swing on a track absurd<BR>My rhyme schemes and my bars infinite<BR>I hear your shit and get a little narcoleptic<BR>I admit you're kind of boring, I was out touring<BR>Stroking kittens with dimples that remind me of Lauren<BR>London on Thursday, Sunday I'm New Yorking<BR>Brooklyn be the birthplace, Kings County caucus<BR>Cut the malarkey, y-y-you don't want no problems<BR>Or drama, with zombies, get off me<BR>Some may say seeing him's like seeing God<BR>I see through all your transparency, oversee your façade<BR>Dog, I raise your card like the paintings of them hounds playing poker<BR>I'm Cesar Millan in the background taking notes<BR>The potent, smoke up, hoes on my scrotum<BR>Now the idle niggas always higher on the totem<BR>I go son, haters like hoes, they just wanna blow us<BR>With them calico bullet holes in my</P><br /><P>My team, supreme, stay clean, lyrical dreams, zombie regime<BR>We be that, we at where the weed and LSD at<BR>On since I was born, no such thing as relapse</P><br /><P>Yo<BR>I got a vision Imma die before 40<BR>At 20/20 my vision is blurred<BR>Trying to be the GOAT, without the curry<BR>These current rappers is worried<BR>They nervous, they want me hurried<BR>Hauled away, dead and buried<BR>Like Bernie I keep the Mac<BR>The present I'm not receiving, the future just fades to black<BR>No racing against the past<BR>No sheep in my wolf pack<BR>I'm proud to be Latino<BR>Homie, that's a fact<BR>Line for line, no lies, my nigga that's action rap<BR>Fuck a swag, fuck a fashion<BR>I been there straight out the womb<BR>Kill for bills, even brides say R.I.P. to the groom<BR>Choke a broom, street sweep you<BR>Right across the room<BR>My eses calling me loco, my white boys calling my loom doom<BR>Motherfucker<BR>Boom boom boom<BR>Motherfucker<BR>Notherfucker my favorite word<BR>When I started I was serious<BR>Picture me now, I move mountains<BR>I keep it quiet, imagine making a sound</P><br /><P>Big blunt nigga<BR>Big skunk nigga<BR>Wax, that dap, that puff puff nigga<BR>Fuck that, gotta shooter and we pop back<BR>Fix that, you're done though<BR>Supreme Allah, I be praying to the stars<BR>Trying to see better days, but my vision be impaired<BR>Look at the long hair<BR>Woo, I'm Rick Flair<BR>Back on the block, cut me a dutch, rolled up or what?<BR>Not in my pants, ...<BR>Jealous guys<BR>Rappers should all die<BR>Talking shit about us like fucking suicide<BR>Already been shot, what, you trying to fucking die?<BR>Living for the now<BR>Winning in the future<BR>Electric Kool-Aid<BR>Nigga, we the movement<BR>Flatbush, baby<BR>Niggas really do this<BR>Run up in your crib like, "Nigga we the ..."<BR>And I done sold everything, LSD, good weed<BR>Back when still I played for 5000 E's<BR>Getting in for the low<BR>Spanking another ho<BR>Living life, new day, different state, another show<BR>Surpassing all these niggas that live on your TV screen<BR>We writing all the rules and I swear it's like a dream<BR>From the hollows of the Earth, call me Juice man<BR>Top Gods, dead or alive, it's no game</P></CENTER><br /><CENTER><br /><object allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkn2YnyZSmM&hl=en&fs=1" style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 350px" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"><br />>><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkn2YnyZSmM&hl=en&fs=1"/><br />></object><br /><P></P></CENTER>

Flatbush Zombies ft. Bodega Bamz - My Team Supreme 2.0 Lyrics

My Team Supreme 2.0 Lyrics by Flatbush Zombies ft. Bodega Bamz Today's agenda, a nation exterminating the pious Pray that you never die...

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