Grind

Thought it was natural
Actual-ly that’s only
True for the flow
At yo teeth if I got beef
Yet no one really knows if he’s bout it because I’m peace
Still a beast from the east at the core
Please be sure
Cause I’ll be good
In any hood from Inglewood back to NY
And no I don’t fly
My soul speaks to the streets where the weak prey on the weak and the strong
only speak to the like minded
I find it to be kinda crazy and to those who have the knowledge
We have gotten pretty lazy
Soon the babies gon be running shit
Current fuckers running it straight to ground
And round for these fucking stiffs
Smoke a spliff nigga
Get lifted
And listen to the shit the kid spits because he’s gifted
Supe, that is
The dude, I is
And I say
Get down with the get down or move the fuck out of my way
Hook:
Silly nigga spitting rhymes wanna hang I see you trying can’t skip the work it
comes with time
I’m living and I GRIND
Do pick and choose wisely what your eyes see
I see cattle tracks
Sheep herded toward the mass appeal
That’s the real
Half a meal
A glass of water
Meditate
Restore to order
Food for thought i know you wanna wake up. That’s why you pop the tape in.
Take a couple notes while you’re watching, shit may get intense,
burning some incense and beating on a drum don’t make you conscious nigga you
sound fucking dumb but that’s your right and that’s alright I like the
differences between you and I
Cause I am Supe
And through the night I shoot with a light
Trying to illuminate my people keeping em from chasing steeples
To all of those that remain asleep, keep on dreaming
I hope that they don’t see you
Better be thinking while yo mind free
But please don’t mind me
I be sitting Siamese, high
Clear mind, red eyes, dark force jedi
Supe the dude, and I be like
Hook:
Silly nigga spittin rhymes wanna hang I see you trying
Can’t skip the work it comes with time I’m living and I grind