Supa Ninjaz lyrics

Artist  : Cappadonna 
Song : Supa Ninjaz



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[Featuring Method Man U God]
(repeating in
background: "rock the body body rock the body
body"
[U God]
Dino the dart
specialist
Knahmean?
Golden Arms yo
Meth
Tical John John do your thing thing
What? Check
it
The all eye seein heavenly divine
The
truth brings out the temper in my spine
A Hill
sound again feelin symptoms that bit me
I feel
for you victims with everything up in me (uh
huh)
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of
frenzy
Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off
the Remi
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of
nuts
Every cut, I split and try and felt the
guts (what?)
Nigga what, earthquakin speech,
woofer hissin
The razor faced victims, WHEW,
that's what kissed em
Appropriate precaution,
surroundin, certain it curtains
I'm
dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement
for
mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin
savior
America the grave for gun wavers
(what?)
The wave runners, what the blood seed
again
Make you wonder, about the thunder
underneath the skin (hmm)
The sapphire rhymes
slap fire out your minds
with right timin,
bite with vampire rhymes
[Method Man]
Hmm,
eye spy, with my crooked eye
Four metal street
soldiers, born to die
Put em up yeah fuck yeah,
when it's Hammertime
niggaz can't be touched
here, the true and livin
Night vision unseen,
like Jean
when I hack men The Unforgiven, left
in prison
in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you
succumbin
to my twelve part dirty dozens,
flabbergasted
by tracks that be Tru Mastered,
opposites attract
beef plus they ass
backwards, stick yourself
til I'm felt, this
ass whoopin, is bein dealt
Like hot peas and
butter nigga, I got the belt
What the deal
huh? Swing low, sweet chariot
I walk the
Underground Railroad, with Harriett
Just a
slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like
alien
About to put that shit up in em, I Can't
Live
Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and
Runnin
T2 Judgment comin, nobody's
safe
when I reminisce about Case, still hit
the staircase
when the coppers give chase, I
give em finger
The only hip-hop singer, to
tell America
to kiss his Killer Bee stinger,
nothin can save ya
from this major
misbehavior, heavy hands
layin corners in the
elevator, guard your grill
[Cappadonna]
I
speculate, get my darts straight, don't
exaggerate
Dictate, do it with the Papermate,
set the plate
set the bait, checkmate, fuckin
with cha mental state
Double take, meditate,
earthquake, VGL contemplate
Big boys
integrate; catch you at the sess skate
Army
tank, high rank, got the bank
Got the shank
talk the talk walk the walk from New York
to
Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day
To
cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's
To
PJ's, in the PJ's, equality days
With money
like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead
The dog
bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead
Big
born is on take the uniform, we perform
shit
like gangs are now born check for new
dawn
Fuck a U Conn, you been warned, we the
realest
We never were conned, duffed out and
knowledge born
("Rock, the body body - rock
the body body") - repeat til fade