Supastition - Other Side Of The South lyrics

[Intro] [Supastition talking]: You can call me bitter, hostile...hell, you can call me a hater for all I care. But this is just how I feel about the whole situation [Verse]: I've been known to flat line many rappers with heart Without a pistol, k** 'em with sarcastic remarks Tough guys hear me, you gon' pay dearly For all your dry threats and the trash that you talk n***as in the south clearly, ain't try to feel me Complaining that I spit like cats in New York Then 'fore they attack me, like an Iraqi Gettin' slapped with an American pa**port And my state won't back me I can't relate to the Ying Yang Twins, I relate more to Black Thought So hate me or bash me, come at me the wrong way I'll gladly put your country a** in a coff- -in, bend and twist my words, take it personal Fine, next time I'll custom make a verse for you I'm not down in the south cause there's raw rappers here But that bullsh** is drowning them out Yep, I'm bold enough to say I don't make dumb sh** Nope, I'm not coming with that dope or your gun sh** Won't support it one bit I'mma do Supa, not trying to rap to the same 808 drum kits Yep, I know clowns will eventually come and object The hard n***as are the sensitive ones And no, I'm not lookin' for attention or exposure Co-signs, not tryin' to use this to blow up And so what, if n***as gon' have me black listed Or question my blackness cause I don't act ignorant Cause when it's yo' turn to get paid to turn over profit You make ancestors turn in they grave Carolina's in my blood, my background? I don't fear mine Raised off of Bo Jangles, chicken a cheer wine Krispy Kreme donuts and all the whole nine But sadly your sk**s don't even come near mine Don't lower the bar, don't grant me a pa** I'm here to show all southern rap ain't trash And man, f** how you feel If a n***a can't act right in public, what he gon' do when you give him a deal? I'm tryin' to reach worldwide with this music job Not just for the block, not just tryin' to prove I'm hard I guess if it's not street sh**, people will not listen They label you a "backpacker" if you not with it The nerve of these dudes to pump led in my cousin Then sell me a shirt to tell me to "stop snitchin'" This rap game has gone from a sweatsuit and a boombox To Martin Luther King watchin' TV on the Boondocks I'm here to give it some Botox and a facelift Instead of this makeshift, make believe, fake sh** See good music, that's all I'm about You could say Supa's from the other side of the south [Outro] [Supastition]: Yeah. And there you have it. Hahaha. So next time, you open up your mouth and say that n***as from the south can't rhyme...I want you to rewind this sh** back man. And if you not impressed then, come see me man. We can handle this. That's right man. Supastition. From the other side of the south I guess you could say. Where n***as really spit. Take that how you wanna take it man