Guess Who’s Back

[Into]
I read minds, what people really be thinking
Some people sitting in here right now, thinking
What the fuck am I doing here?
Some people in here right now, thinking
Who the hell is that on the stage?

[Hook: Random Sound Bites]

[Verse 1]
Somebody better clear the lane
We about to do this shit, his son, like the wrath, the Kane
Supernat, I'm taking over your circumference
I'm the wrong MC to fuck with
The big bully of the beats is back on the playground
You need a mic cause I got something to say now
Half of these MCs is out of they league
Thinking they soldiers just cause they wearing fatigues
Half of they style is really only based on greed
But they really never speak what the black man need
You paid to get your record, play that just pay dues
We going all out, now I got nothing to lose
You caught me man in one of my terrible moods
And while I feel this, I'm a terrible dude
This is a deliverance from ignorance
Somebody raise they hands right now if they hearing this
It's therapeutic, when the beat get executed
The game is watered down, it's totally diluted
So it's time for the return of the undisputed
I got style, get this game, and I'm so de-rooted

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
The silver-back of rap is back
With a brand new sound to burn the whole damn game to the ground
One of the most hated, verbally underrated
Some cats don't like me, they say my ego inflated
But when I'm not around they do they best to imitate it
Took a break from the game, cause the game was jaded
Now I return to my post
I bet most of ya'll thought Supernatural was ghost (guess who's back)
No, I'mma to do this until the day that I die
You can't get rid of me, son, so don't even try
I know you tired of that old repetitive bullshit
I reloaded now, back with a full clip
You want a battle but you really not ready
And if you was ready you'd really have put up some Chedi
I've been doing this since the days of Crazy Legs and Rocksteady
(That old real shit)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
So thank the man from up above
And the cats from up above for showing me love
For every fan that showed me respect in the club
And all you early cats thats popping your bud
I'mma get it pop two, yeah, popping a slug
When my CD hit the streets it's a popular drug
I see you clowns on TV, you just popular Scrubs
I told you when we get on, we all going eat
Half of these cats is whack, and I ain't losing no sleep
I'm back with a vengeance, so prepare for the smack-down
Now I'm moving up, no more playing the background
The MC assassin 4 Ball killer

[Still workin' on it...]