-huh,
Don Nash y 'all, uh -huh,
That's that Yardman
shit connectin',
know what I'm sayin' Dredd?
Now, truth be told,
ain't no one iller than my
nigga SuperSoul,
Top shotter out of Broward,
Don As s spits it cold
Spotted Coward in an hour,
rappers hit the door
When I roll up on these actors,
I kick in they doors
Target practice is my passion,
hitting chicks on tour
Your baby mama's an option
when my clique gets bored
See the flicks we caught,
made him feel remorse
Blushing, hold up his hand
and call out to the Lord
When we step in the gym,
your fans hold their applause
Till they see Don Ass rockin',
now they flock to the store
Ho in the front row, clockin',
man, she probably yours
Said he's stabbin' her, you married her,
she wants a divorce
I tapped her by accident,
you caught up in the sauce,
knocked her off
You ain't masculine,
still hoping it's yours, fella
Your mismanagement is at
home and abroad
When you leave your residence,
I'm at home with your broad
When you stressin' her, no question,
dawg, you know who she call
MC Dynast got a hammer like Thor
ESPN highlights, when I shoot it, I score
And you don't want a rhyme fight,
so why you makin' the noise?
Rappers are arrogant,
producers hate too
Because we super with the soul
and we make moves
Through your town,
through your city, underground
Kill a show with my flows and I'm mild
Then act up, get cracked up,
and back down
Play tough, get jacked up,
and smack ground
So if you wanna hear your
music bang loud
Dynast's a super soul
that's gonna show y 'all how
You'd love to hit me with the banger,
but probably won't
Tell your peeps
Dynast is a passing joke
When you see him, you gon'
clap him up close
Wanna battle, but can't get past my flow
Ever since bad grandma
got cash for quotes
Hood niggas round my way
call me Ambassador
If you was half as raw,
you'd get past your floor
I'm Miami's heat,
you AAU basketball
Rappers are weak,
how long must a stand -in's fall?
Till niggas stop pulling triggers
and give em what they asking for
If it's hardcore, we got it,
conscious ain't a problem
Play the O -light,
defense is like Cochran
Before shiny suits was an option
I was down at the Carvis
and the Rockin'
You was at Baskin -Robbins,
getting nuts with your top and get it,
420 my nigga can't get no credit
Your whole style is pathetic,
but me I'm a man,
super soul is really authentic
Plus your outfit smells like softener,
you ain't half the man
that they gave rap a cau tion was
It's unfortunate, if my subordinates
step to your peripherals
and blow up your coordinates
Stop playing, you ain't really hardcore
Your baby mama's at
the rest on all fours
I left something in her stomach,
it's all yours
First you was mad, try to jump me with all
They hit it too,
so you left without a choice
Take that, take that, nigga
Rappers are arrogant,
producers hate too
Because we're super with the soul
and we make moves
Through your town,
through your city, underground
Kill a show with my flows and I'm mild
They act up, be cracked up,
and back down
Play tough, be jacked up,
and smack round
So if you wanna hear your music
bang live I'm the an swer,
Super Soul is gonna show
y 'all how
Supersoul y 'all, uh -huh,