S U P R E M , E....N, I , C, E, G, U, Y (THATS RIGHT) SUPREME TEAM, SUPREME TEAM, SUPREME TEAM (YEAH) THATS WHAT IT IS, CHRISTOLPH ON THE BEAT, EASY YVES SAINT (YEAH) {Verse 1} Im in Supreme this Supreme that Sneakers to mean hats Fuck a dress code eat a penis and lean back read my flap, stay the fuck outta New York Read my tee "a la chingada con" you all Something new for the fall something suited for Sioux Falls Something for SUNY soup weather at New Paltz My crew invest in crewnecks like crude oil Crew on the the next while ya tee still too tall Tera Patrick (uh) Rosa Acosta Mr. Richardson bring the cam a little closer Power of a little box logo and some chocha Everybody choked up Poser muhfuckas tryna soak up the glow Paduwans need Yoda Thats a hundred for the fitted (whoa) They reply "nossir" Looks so simple, why its so expensive? To keep all you simple fuckers from my fences 1, 9, 9, 4 New York City thats huge I wonder what you thought, pity focused on my threads like a cue card Fresh off the Q77 with a cute broad Or maybe in Kew Gardens for whatever reason I choose dog Im saying this my everyday shit no coupons Know that cute frog from back in the day? He got spewed on a shirt that Terry shot to get that tee right there was too hard, OOH LORD! [Chorus] IF YOU WANT IT YOU BETTER GET ON IT IT'LL BE SOLD OUT IF YOU WAIT TILL THE MORNING NOW YOU GOTTA HIT EBAY-AY TRIPLE THE PRICE IS IT REAL OR FAKE? BIG UP TO SUPREME BRINGING IN BING BINGS COUPLE NICEGUYS IN A COUPLE OF MEAN THINGS WHIP A NEW BOX OUT, NIGGAS GET BOXED OUT SHOPPING AINT MY STYE IM COPPING WATCH OUT! {Verse 2} And now i gotta hit Joe up got it for the low cuz he bought the wrong size take it off his hands, SOLD! looking like the MoMa Miles Davis tee bout the only socially responsible thing I own (yup) All that Supreme x Neighborhood they were good but couldnt get the denim to my home I remember Boudreaux had them Vans from Japan and some basic nigga stole em See? You shoulda sold em I couldnt console him his Ex-girl brought em from abroad Wouldn't have them if love hadn't flown 'em Never seen him this mad this man bout to blow from a lost pair of kicks Death to the heretic who left me in this despair yeah yeah I'm prepared to kick any ass I see in my Vans that aint no American SHIT! That's what you call Supreme Clientele From serene to a mean lion's yell Over something he has deemed high as hell I think you guys should take a bow, might as well These must be the thing that Midas felt Motherfuckers touch a tee and it lights up, swell This is not high fashion as in Elle this is high fashion light the L this is my passion I could tell This shit is so intoxicating feels something like a spell [Chorus] IF YOU WANT IT YOU BETTER GET ON IT IT'LL BE SOLD OUT IF YOU WAIT TILL THE MORNING NOW YOU GOTTA HIT EBAY-AY TRIPLE THE PRICE IS IT REAL OR FAKE? BIG UP TO SUPREME BRINGING IN BING BINGS COUPLE NICEGUYS IN A COUPLE OF MEAN THINGS WHIP A NEW BOX OUT, NIGGAS GET BOXED OUT SHOPPING AINT MY STYE IM COPPING WATCH OUT! {Bridge} I bring it back to NY tonight The boroughs like the furious 5 tonight see the Yanks took it home in 09 thats right THE Supreme Team if any no lie no lie Niceguys Semper Fi lets ride tonight And put some la la la la la in the sky-y-y Q.U.'ll be my permanent side but I Fucks with Houston, Hip Hop is alive in I "I NO BE GENTLEMAN AT ALL" Fela Fela (Guys?) Supreme Team, Supreme Team, Supreme Team, Supreme Team, Supreme Team, Supreme Team, YEEEEAAH!

"Let me get back to the mood of this thing, thought we was fucking around." Whole lotta speculation on the show release date appreciate the anticipation ya so patient special thanx from Yves Saint Christolph is pissed off he supplies the beat and states "Go in my nigga" No situation is No-win i figure, That we being tested, Me, being arrested We, meeting investors Leave meeting impressed with our CD and the rest is question marks the lesson? I guess on the the next one Cant break a bone in the body thats been stoned its prolly made a stone take us for granted and get granite just marvel at the marble its remarkable im an MM, neither millimeter nor marshall thrown in the potty, flown into Hobby wrote a few poems they like "whoa kemosabe" im like whoa this a hobby But no, what it got me is the key to a goal if i picked the lock to they would lock me No record label , no rest but able, to pro-gress through our own efforts thank you Yves go legal, leave those evils but when niggas need/kneed doe i had to see those deevils i mean devils Enough E to uncrease those wrinkles equals an MC squared not a sequel Si vous plais we working harder than we need to blood sweat tears are superceded by my sweet tooth The next chapter so sweet im looking past the police past being broke and half the shit you wont see see after math/aftermath is P.E. like Phys Ed, fizz-ed, we fizzed like the top of soda pop please we looking forward past all the hardships and the horrors that we harbored This more of an i.e. than a metaphor for, struggle, want me to fork over my balls get you a forklift and a 44 forfeiture not my forte force is Rapper slash manager and paperwork handler Publicist producer and CEO see Free go Director slash protector of morale how we need BO Soldier and Commandant, team slash entourage know the pros and the cons pros slash amateurs men slash amazing all magic (awwww) dammit yall Began with no manual freaked it to a manual i could handle the Bars/bars but other hats now thats gradual And know i said it before I guess niggas aint listen I aint signing shit till them scales start tipping Dont rap for nobody, but O, Free and Todd before it was pro bono there'll no free of charge its and uphill climb, uphill battle up shit creek without a muhfuckin paddle Upset the Dukies/dookies unranked but we rise dealt with all the bullSHIT why you think i talk FLY? First album, life stall-one/stallone like SLY when the road get ROCKY i begin feeling PAC-y/Pacqui-ao/oww ALL EYES ON ME hater watch me live throw a jab and i eat it you cant box me No boss, 97.9 The Box me? NEVER! Even when ends tight like Shockey Still grip my balls like Jockeys yall could deep like Jacques i call it Cousteau cocky N, I, C, E Guys to the top see The SHow is on the way im just here to remind thee "gotta vent to get the tension off my chest i swear to God my intentions are the best" repeat

{Malcolm X Speaking} [Verse 1] When it rains it pours, let me change the forecast Lord Give me the strength, hurricanes or more if hurricanes are all, that remain in store for me, then dang i guess imm bang bang some more remember days of yore Disdain for the Lord but shit changes never in vain, for moms, (and) to get sane pardon i switches lanes for the sake of making sure my nephew live it up i give a fuck if i acquire tuition niggas dying if they try my position i envision benevolence for the hell of it enlist malevolence for the smell of it Do you know the scent of "BLOODSHED" {Malcolm X Speaking} [Verse 2] Im no Fred Hampton Jr. But if Fred Hampton's shooter woulda been at my bed i would been clapped the Ruger i aint Bin Ladens dude i never crash(plane)/crash(sleep) without the tool a nigga did dirt but pushing up grass and petunias? (fuck nah) Revolution revolves around execution(both) not involved gotta execute them cant resolve so its death they choosing i could solve it the solution is all bout retribution when the scourge of the just get just what they deserve then Justice is served not destitution Evolution prevails, the ills and what ails the desolate set precedent wanna get to the root check the present tense check the president nigga forget hesitance 10 men CAN do what seven cant but never feel undermanned understand when its heaven sent its definite {Malcolm X Speaking, Fade Out}

{Verse 1} Medicate me, as if I'm under the weather, no umbrella or Betty Ford for, My addiction to this diction's like Ripken to the Diamond I'm rhyming as if Rocafella (diamond) pays me (TRANSITIVE property LOGIC) Hell awaits me, for the hell i raised mama raised a little devil what the hell i say? mama aint raise me to peddle but i swear its just like riding a bike i settled down and got some better brakes fell a couple times got hella scrapes tryna elevate the G double O.D. fella way now celebrate im living G double O.D. Fella pray, I don't O.D. I'm H double O.D from the cellar wait Im from the basement so imagine what that base(drugs) meant a means to some great ends now its just mean when coupled with my orations <--(bass as in beats) and the aforementioned is partly on what I base them Im FREEBASSIN {Verse 2} G-ROSS, He so remote from the regular he floats now he copes with air-sickness So bright that's he's light-headed, enlightened with loss of appetite, what might you prescribe to him? Schizophrenic he's divided by life depending on the issue might decide to be trife but that guy make it hard for the nigga who fly right by living with his fly down but still fly like down "GOOSE, what up nigga?!" bird of a different feather, feverish check his temperature bird flu is his curse cool graduated from the worse school his personal school of thought? alternative curriculum Learned to, earn through conditions current to him When ya dude might could use some Corinthians so im losing my religion which proves through my living i caught the Antichrist my antibodies have to fight thaaaaat {Verse 3} I am not well, Touched in the knot, hell Im losing my hair follicles minoxidil Rogaine, a whole box to quell what i got sell it as Hip Hop when I tell I relish it not well up in ocular spots fell from the top of the block nigga from popular rockin belles to bottom of the map where the screw and chop music where trunks pop and they yell from New York Knickerbocker to Rockets I smell Success in that pot know its hot as all hell Im diggin in now, im a glutton as well I know Shells(bullets)/shells(pasta) and cheese(money)/cheese(cheese) give ya blue box blues (jail and the advertised slogan) cuz shell casings follow scratch like whelps you follow dat? add glutton for the pain, a masochist, game for that scratch if its gain i'll be back at it again till my back is that maimed and my jacket has stains but if me and mines eating i could hack it abstain...never

[Chorus] Tired of me talking bottles dog, I need them sparks on the top pop Molatov! Yellow, Brown & Dark model broads, niggas ask if I apologize NOT AT ALL No, NOT AT ALL, Nigga no, never that, NOT AT ALL See I do my thing by default, one mo time do I apologize? NOT AT ALL {Verse 1} Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? I piss through my pores you bitch like a broad acknowledge my skin fluid Im UTTERly skilled it begets milk, never that skim bullshit Dont have a cow, I've already vowed, are you not convinced douches? My muse is, Music, fused with, some hubris It confuses accusers a rubix cube but he shoe fits. I gotta break them in Breaking news is! I aint spitting, To the snoozers: I been throwed Jim Crow leave a nuisance in noose Niggas hanging from my balls and my pubics for hocking up mucous Not saliva, much heavier, a sign of a medley of illnesses Chill, shivers, stop nagging like little sisters Cuz i brag about drilling sisters and my tag amount Oh you can't feel a buster? Well imma wait it out, thats a fillibuster And I 'm spillin MUSTARD to be FRANK I RELISH the HEAT catch up (KETCHUP) ya DOG only getting PLUMPER Im a BALL PARK figure, spitting ball park figures (diamonds) And I park balls and a Ball Park (dick) in a broad jaw and Laurent not lyri-cal? Cool, Im slicker than cod liver oil, smooth as a cola and dark liquor I know both sides, Jedi-and SIth, yet I insist, dismiss I as myth, and dread I exist, upset I admit, but better I get Whatyatombot AYE! [Chorus] Tired of em talkin bottles dog, I leave sparked on the top pop Mozeltov Yellow, Brown & Dark model broads, niggas ask if I apologize NOT AT ALL No, NOT AT ALL, Nigga no, never that, NOT AT ALL See I do my thing by default, one mo time do I apologize? NOT AT ALL {Verse 2} You're just uniformed, sun/son in the form of his life The sun/son isn't warm its hot, just, far enough to sustain life But, close enough to sun bathe, nice Global warming a result of when sun/son raise what sun/son says to a new degree Sun/sonrays hotter on average 2 or 3, fahrenheit now the terrified 'scuse me They reject me yes, can't hide from my light they rub SPF (sun-block) The likes of the white want nestle legs, can't handle the real they invent these beds (tanning beds) I got such a bad wrap/rap got blacks shunning sun/son, they'd rather LIGHTEN up like they never had 'gnac <---*blacks that would rather be light-skinned a metaphor for blacks who dont bump me* It's dark and its heavy *both opposites of light* Like "No. Uh, your arc's embarkment is deadly. Get me? Im Noah, my arc departs for the DEAD SEE So they see red, regrettably, but I SEE SALT, They detest me, for the SEA SALT I speak to yall to refresh thee Lets be, real, I'm of it, "OF" and "UV" I'm from it, the oven (sun), in O.F. (Original Fake) usually I'm coming like bendies. Look it up! Even got the hip hop snobs looking up Over ya head like a book on Eliza Doolittle acquittal of all charges, "Not Guilty" On all counts of not showing skill, please, hop off dill he's really The bees knees, the beast from the East show ease on the easel feel me?!?! [Chorus & Fade Out]

{Verse 1} Wake up, get up, gotta get my reps up, and step up, the effort and TRY not to eff up And if I do guess what? I get up, forget luck, could do without liars “Outliers” is the reci-pe for success but, how many willing to sweat for, 10,000 hours not too many nigga fess up, I guess that means the rest of, you losers only meant for, the bench but, I bench what, you MEANT to, REST UP. I understand the pressure, keeps you on the edge of, ya seat and sanity by the ledge Heath Ledger But how could this depress ya? understand I blessed to have the pleasure of being next the military press wrecker Adrena-line from neck down makes the neck up, compress rough coal to a treasure, yessir “I Yves drop jewels none-the-lesser Had an eye for E to I.F.’s (Internally Flawless) I.E. The Good Shepherd” YESSIR [Chorus] One zero comma, zero zero zero, hours sound sour but the outcome is sweet yo Punch in clock out no lunch nigga, Just work straight through no punch nigga {Verse 2} Work ethic of a laker (Kobe), Mind of a bull (Mike), poise of a Tiger (Woods) Mind OVER bull, over matter, over snapper, Im a task over-lapper, (I’d) rather be a mogul over rapper Nigga “draft up so much hope the open tap’ll Leak so much potential cup’ll runneth over after Stay above the bar sip it slow the the sober factor’s” what I need to keep me focused this is just and open chapter Crying from the crunches feels like an open abdo-men that was then now its cham(pagne) and so much laughter I’ve been know to advo-cate a rigid regimen divine a specimen fine as Leonardo’s draft of “Vitruvius’s vison” See “I work my body of work” I Phil Knight the quill twice the drills “Life is ill” I mimic that quite the skilled actor “Role the reel, Id like to feel I captured this role, forreal” [Chorus] One zero comma, zero zero zero, hours sound sour but the outcome is sweet yo Punch in clock out no lunch nigga, Just work straight through no punch nigga {Verse 3} 10,000 hours equals 417 showers, roughly, ruffle these feathers?, nah, that’s why the rough lead coward, What happens when love leaves and showers cover one’s cheek? Devoured by your one speed, seven days without her makes one “weak” But nothing speaks louder, than rolling up one’s sleeves and “grinding” with or without her To the point ya career’s a “fine powder” she’s present in ya mind… Until you learn how to, be about her, be a spouse of, sorts, A tower of certainty not her doubts one source, But how can I commit, a 1000 percent to this album when the outcome is a “pound” of resent-ment Limited time and the amount that we spent was drowned in our tears, our fights and our peers 2 cents Leave the blame for “8 ounces here” Pick up the “other 8” if you wish, IM OUT DEAR, YEAH

{Verse 1} I was warned of celebrity Once it's born? Ya innocence dies Its a war for integrity Performing'll be the end of me Im ignoring anymore befriending me How you know me when i Barely remember me Broads on all fours when they mention me anything to get to me Im an idea but a person i cent forget to be, I fear personal decay but not due to my character flaws or own faults cuz the light sis brighter than time square more bulbs more volts more camera lenses ya last pose look something like Hammer's exit So my entrance is humble as Fiasco's No trumpet playing no brass blows Assholes don't need telepathy you forewarned of celebrity [Chorus] Its the sound of the ages, markings on my miiiiiiiind {Verse 2} Famous, synonymous with shameless Cant contain this you're number 2 from the anus not just insane it's in vain since none of them dame you came with will remain with they just came for kicks make it rain bitch but whats the rain quits then the games quit and it back to the same shit no gang to return to you treated them the lamest (dang) That when the pain hits remembering the stars you used to hang with they might be dealing with the same beast but tamed it the whole road like photo ingrained in ya brain (shit) wanna frame it but in the same sense its the bane of your existence you cant change this watching from a distance long range from the ranges Face it, its a sign of the ages [Chorus] Its the sound of the ages, markings on my miiiiiiiind {Verse 3} One for the money, two for the show Three for the bunnies be-four ya know 5-0 rolling up 6 shooter in ya coat ya done 7 deadly sins the eight wonder of the globe no regard for law like ya got nine lives you might get a few (life sentences) the wrong nigga dropped Chaka Khan ya going through the fire hood star good Lord This aint the Wire real beef never cheap see this aint Papayas Niggas got priors aint tryna be lifers You facing three strikes but you still wearing diapers fallign for the hype might get the wrong Stripes (NICE) now a good father you could never be departed or behind bars you'll forever be "You don't need to check the weather B" I'll give you the forecast for celebrity