Other Side Of The South

[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, kill 'em with sarcastic remarks
Tough guys hear me, you gon' pay dearly
For all your dry threats and the trash that you talk
Niggas 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 passport
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 ass 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 bullshit is drowning them out
Yep, I'm bold enough to say I don't make dumb shit
Nope, I'm not coming with that dope or your gun shit
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 skills don't even come near mine
Don't lower the bar, don't grant me a pass
I'm here to show all southern rap ain't trash
And man, fuck how you feel
If a nigga 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 shit, 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 shit
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 niggas from the south can't rhyme...I want you to rewind this shit 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 niggas really spit. Take that how you wanna take it man