Supastition - The Blackboard lyrics

[Intro]: (We welcome to the stage at this time... the wonderful) It's Supastition. I'm back on my 1,2 yo.. to show you how this emcee sh** goes I gotta school these fools, man. Y'all got me feeling hungry again... and back in my zone This one's for NC. Rik Marvel, let's rock [Verse One]: I'm gone start it off with a dangerous intro No better way to get you reacquainted with your kinfolk It's something dope to bump in your residential And perfect timing, ‘cause the music industry's been slow I'm at the blackboard trying to move back towards That golden season, the reason I used to rap for I'm warming up, I ain't get loose in a minute I run the new and old school, I'm like the superintendant I hope my talent trickles down to future Supa descendants I never had to act a fool just for boosting my image I'm so official, gone blow in this b**h like match lit fuel you spit bull over beats more fit for Pitbull Let's get it straight my mark in the game's already I'm marvelous, you couldn't carve a niche with a machete blade I'm steady played by DJs who carry heavy crates In every state, they recognize dope I'm just a better grade the love is unanimous, no amateur shenanigans For song listens, I see long distance as a Canon lense Or Nikon, I'm rap's lifelong icon... If you ain't digging Supa, you ain't heard me on the right song Like Guru told us, man it's mostly the voice So I'm the posterboy for dope sh** the culture enjoys I'm co-sign by the greatest plus local endorsed Now who's Carolina's illest? this ain't multiple choice... it's Supastition [Chorus]:(scratched by DJ Faust and DJ Shortee) “I was blessed with the talent” “cla**ics, backseat banging a** Blackboard hip hop” “I'm at the blackboard” “I speak from the soul” “take the world by storm” “I was blessed with the talent” “cla**ics, backseat banging a** Blackboard hip hop” “cla** is in session” “I speak from the soul” “take the world by storm” [Verse Two]: I'm so sharp, I sets it off so fresh of course Like Joe Clark, teaching lessons with excessive force I'm professor Moye, speak with an aggressive voice Watch the room clap for this boom bap refresher course these corny industry fools tried to section us off I'mma fill up their swimming pools with electrical cords For shock value... I'll beat the Pac out of you And ‘father whoop' n***as in boxers and old house shoes you ain't rowdy at all, you're just loud and mouthing off Only talk about it, bath towel soft as Pau Gasol Blow the powder off these rappers stuck in infancy Short temper? me? I come back with a f**ing infantry I'm deadly as the weaponry that a regime brings So if my words were bullets then I would pull it From a hundred miles away and still hit a spot on your jean seams Or shoot the soul patch off of Bruce Springsteen So hats off to the rap boss from Greenville From shows to pa**ports, everything seems filled A handsome fella, hell I'm known to make the queens squeal ironically they wanna marry me just off my single My supreme sk**s always get support on wax I stand behind every offensive line like quarterbacks This is sort of that lyricism crash course I'm feeling like an old school teacher at the blackboards... it's that raw! Chorus: (Repeat)