Superior Friends

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Gene Poole] Unnhhaa, Hunhh! Now! Hunnhh! Coughs Hunhh! You'll See! Hunnhh!! Haha Yeah! Hunnhh! [Verse 1: Mr. Gene Poole] Yo I'm a true songwriter, in love with music having pen sex Since I got that publishing, if they don't send checks to my crib 20 niggas flex all in any fashion to your residence Fuck city ordinance, I violate all coordinates Unfortunate kids from the kingdom of the demons Did an experiment on white egg and black semen, and got three men What did you expect? the Gene Poole process wasn't invented It's natural, know your descendants before you babble I move my word to travel pavement, sand, water, or gravel Gradually cover distance and do everything manually Which automatically should bring me five-point three annually Security financially, come under my canopy Ain't no more fly, I land MC's on hennepin boots I got crews in denim and boots, chilling at the center of youth Repent to the truth, bumbaclot. even in winter we shoot I lick one for my sneaky african. he my nigga, too I cook at the 2, with everyone And hold grudges on judges From accidental nudges, I walk away with monthly budgets But I choose to be cool, so if you spot my mom Tell her to hit me on the web, p-double-o dot com [Verse 2: Gen. Woundwart] Come take an ad-venture with the bad mentor Through the tunnels of the wild rap hustle Don't even make a chuckle, shhhh One small sound and an avalanche might fall down and bring the rubble On your huts and your terraces, better prepare for this shit About to come from a specialized terrorist Careless dummies are catching torture from the 24-track recording Something to wake you up in the morning Or maybe at the break of dawn Lyrics comes sweet over the tongue like dijon as I spread'em over the song It's a trivial issue for me to rip you into shreds As the rhyme embeds, into your head like dreads I got stamina, to walk through a bloody massacre So, can you stomach the thought of sleeping on body parts? The clock strikes twelve soon, bout to be a dog day afternoon 'Cuz I serve havoc on a spoon Under the moon I stroll down a road on foot Hoodie over my dome, and shoulder bag full of books The destination is a place where ain't nobody chasing me And all the bullshit's breeze [Verse 3: Sept Sev Sev Two] That kid Sept, he couldn't fuck with the powder The next time he woke up, he would awaken in another dimension Kind of a parallel universe, similar time measurements A lot like earth, in fact just a few subtle differences Monster of the planet cower in his presence How's that for ego booster? How's that for power flexing? Now I reckon the average head might abuse the position Not Sept, x-ray views the web, knows it needs fixing And he's the man for the chore, a man fans can adore Reassure the people and take evil to war You've seen it before, in comics, movies, trilogies But Sept was living it to the fullest, super ability Unlimited ultra human traits On a mission to see if he can toy a twist of fate That kid Sept, couldn't fuck with it Vowed the next time he woke up, he would awaken in another dimension It's like these, it's like those, it's like that's all Rhymesayers releases, collect'em all like Madballs [Pat Juba as Ice Loc] Yo what up, this Ice Loc, you know what I'm saying, from down the block Them DYNO niggas be on that complicated shit [Outro: Gen. Woundwart] It is an oath To unquestionably obey The Unknown Superiors... It is an oath To unquestionably obey The Unknown Superiors... It is an oath To unquestionably obey The Unknown Superiors... The Unknown Superiors...Hahahahahahaha