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supaman - gorilla كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah (hey)
say what, say what, say what, say what
yeah (hey) what?
yo…

[verse 1]
i like to rhyme while i watch seinfeld
i get a kick outta getting kicked by a clydesdale
’cause you never know what supaman’s planning
i took my blind friend to the grand canyon

we all fall y’all but i never rap beef though
you might catch me skinny dipping with some fat people
to all the emcees, i know why yo they use the bus
take my advice, ’cause i don’t use it much

when supa’s in the clutch, they give me respect
and don’t forget the buy the cd with your lease check
you know we bless underground rap sounds
never go belly up, ’cause i never back down

masquerade champ, they know me by my hairy legs
a hustler selling avon and mary kay
the christ life, you’re right, there’s none iller
you can go hard, but i’ma gorilla

[hook]
i’ma gorilla, gorilla, gorilla, gorilla
i’ma gorilla, gorilla, gorilla, gorilla
i’ma gorilla, gorilla, gorilla, gorilla
you can go hard, but i’ma gorilla
i’ma gorilla, gorilla, gorilla, gorilla
i’ma gorilla, gorilla, gorilla, gorilla
i’ma gorilla, gorilla, gorilla, gorilla
you can go hard, but i’ma gorilla

[verse 2]
beat you half to death twice
supaman you know the plan is grand, yo i have to wreck mics
i broke my leg in two places
so you know what i did, i quit going to those two places

now who hates this; i’ve been ill since i was a ninth grader
a white paper had your head spinning like spike draper
i spit great on mix tapes ’til my lips ache
and grip the mic so hard i make my wrist break

i know these kids, they shoot, i can see ya
and when i catch you, i whip your b-tt like madea
we the type of cats that’ll bite your back
with your white and whack hallelujah, wearing a freaking t-tan’s cap

cd’s i sell ’em to felons and tell ’em “lay low”
and all you gangsta rappers, lmao
the christ life, you’re right, there’s none iller
you can go hard, but i’ma gorilla

[verse 3]
i’m so nice when i hold mics for christ
and i’m still married to the game so throw rice
grow my hair real long like bo bice
living this crow life, knock you out like ‘bo slice

they’re more fights so i spit battle flows
and i’m so tight, i leave you with a camel toe
the mechanical animal, but i’m not perfect
taking my first steps, making you say “err-wreck”

your people attack this, but i’m like teflon
flows like a mattress, ’cause it’s all slept on
so bring me back a plate, i’ll dance at your wedding
i’m hungry, better cigars, the best setting

i’m betting it all, yeah, you know what to do
peace to all my navajos eating mutton stew
’cause when he’s touching you, there’s nothing iller
you can hard, but i’ma gorilla

- supaman

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