Rich Boogie - Supernatural Freestyle (A Trip Below) lyrics

[Intro: Supernatural] Ha. Ha. Beats for your mind. Beats for your life, beats all the time. Ha. Beats for your mind. Beats for your life, beats all the time. See, my life is like beats, sharper than cleats. One time. I'm about to bring the heat. Huh. And it goes a little something like this [Verse 1: Supernatural] Now I'm sheer delighted right here tonight Yo, I just can't fight it. I'ma bless this mic See Supernatural. I got the gold windpipe I get the party open, I'm freaky like a dyke On the mic. “One time,” I'm saying, sight When I was a baby, yo, I used to ride a trike As a tyke, loved to rock lyrics off the dome I was so dope, I credit off steel microphones A little black alien, Nat's far from home Now get in the co*kpit ‘cause I'm about to zone Let me rock it nonstop straight off the telly Yo, I'll grab the microphone, baby, and, yo, I'm ready I'll run on the track like Mario Andretti And bust piñatas as they throw confetti A ticket day parade as I'm coming through Yeah, I grab the mic one time and I subdue Nonstop when the lyrics I start to drop Say my flavors rotate like tapes from doo wop Like Cyclops, yo, I see through i3 The lyrics come through me telepathically 3-D emcees. I step. I got to rep I'll leave the party wet like a Cuban with a TEC Yeah, in the diamond store with metaphors Everything that I say from my vocal cords is raw Yeah, I exercise my lungs Where would I be without hip hop drums? I'll rock dope from Africa to the slums Got the type of rhymes that could educate bums In the train, brother, I say no names When I get busy, yo, yes, I'll blow frames Do the masterpiece, pray towards the east Do backflips, intelligent life beats Do you suppose when I'm freaking my flows? Put my hands on your neck to edge your power like I'm Rogue Inhale, exhale one time. Had to catch my breath Slipped and then I tripped and still made the flavor def “Ding-ding!” Call a tech. Somebody go get the ref ‘Cause when I grab the microphone, you know it's getting blessed Yeah. I'm like a sensei. I'll do it all day When it comes to lyrics, yo, it's like digital display Come on, get with it, watch me bounce it I could pounce, kid, like a big cat on the Serengeti I'm ready, here to jump it, freak the funk I'll walk in a robe like a Shaolin monk Supernatural. Now you let me out to trump When you grab the microphone, yo, you'll leave ‘em all stumped Now back to I, yo, the flavor that be fly I could close it. It gets dark. I feel I can fly Like R. Kelly, doing girls on their belly One time. Brother like peanut bu*ter and jelly With milk. Yo, brother, I'll walk on stilts And keep it tall. Brother, bounce it off the wall Like handballs. Sound style's like the final cause Love to go shopping in a fly shopping mall Jiggy, got a stomach that's crazy big The way that I can live it truly I'm teaching my kid The freestyle and the techniques so he will be sharp One time. Blowing it like strings on the heart Tear it apart. One time with the thesis Telekinesis for the dead and the deceased kids Nonstop, all the rhymes like these One love from Supernat to all underground emcees