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letra de r.i.p. - dj supreme

[intro]
that’s what i’m talking about
we love this sh-t
we eat this sh-t
we breathe this sh-t

[verse 1]
fill the magazine with sixteen venomous bars
supreme rides shotgun, start pulling your card
lyrical m-ss murderer, midnight marauder
slaughter enemies in alphabetical order
rich maniacal torture, here i come
eardrums bleed whenever the black radical starts to breathe
back off sabbatical leave
silverback gorilla, serial k!ller, veteran emcee
yuh dun know my st–z, how i squeeze off
c-ck back, put one in your cap then breeze off
the almighty roc ready to rip
blow you apart like the gaza strip whenever i spit
literature from my jaw coming at ya
serve and slay when i’m all up in this rapture
capture my foes, leaving ’em slain
i’m danger, like propane mixed with the flame, c’mon!

[hook]
r… i… p
r… i… p
(rest in peace)

[verse 2]
supreme, they never saw this one comin’
now who the f-ck want it with us, say suttin’
bear arms with napalm
i get it cracking like chuck norris, missing in action
vietnam is wha’ gwan whenever i write past the margin
physical frame is similar to a spartan
marching to the drums
regulate like the late nate dogg whenever they bump gums
i’m done with the talking, i’m a walking threat
guillotine supreme bring cuts to your neck
mic check, spit venom in ’em with no remorse
i am the jedi bringing balance to the force
til the wheels come off, i ride for the culture
lyrical mercenary, universal soldier
187 i’m above the law
forever draw for my tings, supreme keeping it raw, raah!

[hook]
(it’s… it’s… it’s… su.. su…preeeemeeee)
r… i… p
r… i… p
(rest in peace)
(we’re gonna need more coffins)
(let me talk to supreme)

[verse 3]
never ramp with a champion, i’m going in again
militant mind state when the paper hits the pen
i’m the method to the madness, bringing you the pain
hold chrome to your dome, one to the brain
insane, lyrical molotov is a weapon every
i set it off on every one of my adversaries
hitting you hard like the hammer of thor
visionary from the future, all i see is war
and furthermore you f-ckboys never really want it
when it comes to beef they start running from it
i’m on it 24-7, forever on my grime
mada hold me down when i go for mine
supreme, f-ck sixteen, i’mma give you twenty
throwaway bars and you can keep every penny
i got many more venomous flows in my lungs
round off sound off like a f-cking shotgun
the prodigal son, sharp shooter with the steel
ex-gunshot badboy, the roc keep it real
f-ck how you feel this is lyrical warfare
bodies are going missing from p-ssing me off
point-five calibre whenever i attack
stamina up to par, run all over the track
witness lyrical fitness, murderous flows
body bag, toe tag, another john doe, let’s go!

[hook]
(rest in peace)
(rest in peace)
(rest in peace)
(rest in peace)
r… i… p
r… i… p
(rest in peace)

- dj supreme

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