Supa Dupa Star (June 1994 Demo Version)

Lyrics

[Intro] Lil' Dap: Damn, son Melachi: What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Shit shouldn't be happening out here, man Niggas don't be realizin' the shit, man But yo, man, tell 'em what you be seein' out your window Lil' Dap: Yo, I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday Melachi: Man, yo, I be seeing sex money and drugs too but, yo Tell 'em how Duke said Lil' Dap: The world's about to end [Verse 1: Lil' Dap] Feared by bandits, hated by chicks Loved by kids, and never did a bid Yes, the Group Home is thick Plus I don't eat beef 'cause these busy ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet Yo, I work hard and hard my man praising down to the gods After that keep it movin' have no time to be foolin' Around town A&R's you get down with the hype sound The things I say will make a grown man dream I speak sayings "Go by yourself, be by yourself" Let my lyrics vibrate, and shake the earth I travel ghetto to ghetto, back streets to streets Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind Mom dukes used to tell me with these tears in her eyes Now I'm out on my own, survival with the time Like an African tribe, Lil' Dap will blow your mind Check it out like this and then like that [Verse 2: Melachi the Nutcracker] Suprise attack, strike from the back Black maniac, power impact Fact, anyway is the way Death wishes I pray to the KKK That's what I said, Hitler is a dickhead My black crew is coming at you with the nappy dreads Much realer, dough is my thriller I'm gettin' more iller than the Zodiac Killer Yeah, flipping shows like stunt men I'm just thumping, the beat is pumping In your ear very clear, better be aware Now you know I'm a motherfucking nightmere Uh, Superman supa star Give me super fat dough, like Pablo Escobar "Super duper star" [Hook] ("So what the fuck y'all movin' on up") ("Yes, the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this)" (x3) ("So what the fuck y'all movin' on up") ("Yo, check it check it out like this, here we go") [Verse 3: Lil' Dap] Yo, I got niggas flipping they wig Chicks grabbing they cunts As they rhyme they get doper and then they greet me with blunts One time's for your mind before I break these streets Ain't nothing holding me back, Hip Hop tracks Yo, son, you know the feelin' shit will get revealed As the times will get better Watch me walk that walk and talk that talk Popping through the ghetto with that group home walk 'Cause at the corner of my crib drug war is going on Ma dukes got to pack before she walks out the door Watch you back, stay cool, you never know who's a fool I stand back and attract, kid, you're beefing for rap Got to much on my mind, some days I think like crime A little chaos, chaos, set it, set it, set it Lyrics I connect, ayo, Nutcracker's next [Verse 4: Melachi the Nutcracker] Madness, madness, lies from Hell Living on this Earth much pain I've felt Tried not to melt to the rough hard times Came this far, did me mines Bust the rhymes in your face like that A new supervillian my teammate is dap Back to back with the A-Mob Crew Rolling over you, I do what I gotta do The Nutcracker, watch the earth shatter Brains will splatter from who, the Nutcracker No lie but before I say bye You can't take money with cha, when you die [Hook] ("So what the fuck y'all movin' on up") ("Yes, the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this)" (x3) ("So what the fuck y'all movin' on up") ("Yo check it check it out like this, here we go")