Текст песни: Level IX + перевод

I’m still on it, your best girl she sits on it

She love the way i give her raw and i milk on it

She like a rapper, she grabs it and she spits on it

Work her hand, lips and tongue, she a freak on it

In my Apex, my rhymes the latest

And I ain’t new to this rap shit, I’m a vet and proud to say this

Black, White, Hispanic, Asians all appreciate this

Ain’t racist, got love for the cats who wouldn’t play this

Listening to me? requirement! its the basics

I’m ever ready like the firemen from Croatia

And i ain’t ready for retirement, this occupation

Gotta stay inspired, my environment, my motivation

No debating, i rock steady! My terrain, not friendly

But i stay afloat amongst many

Some rappers study my attitude and philosophies

While others giving me attitude and hypocrisy

I just wanna fulfill the prophecy

Won’t stop till i become G.O.A.T, my destiny

Touch lives, make bread and share the slices

Get cheese, kill the mice and the kill the vices

Never lost it, i never did, now let me breathe

Starved my fans for boombap, but I’d never leave

I pledged allegiance to my true religion

You’ll never catch me sleeping, i stay consistent, you know the reason

The clock’s ticking, i’m still here! That’s God-given

2019, still here! God-given

2020 up to 2085 God willing

The future damn clear, divine blessings

They stay vexing, my discog they should respect it

They sharp shooters online, but they imma teach 'em a lesson

In real life, they wouldn’t dare to pick a fight

They run helter-skelter, they screaming Jesus Christ

Funny fact, my fucking face ain’t even scary

But you wouldn’t face me and say shit like you do to many

And i ain’t gotta kick no battle rhyme to slaughter

Everybody will get touched including sons and daughters

Way back I was the type, who strangles with the mic cable

Take your heart and feed it to your wife and babies

But peace, love and unity is in my heart now

I survived the bullets when i got shot down

Not by the gun but by the media

They say I’m too Hip Hop, man its spiritual

Cos when I preach, teach and educate these kids man

These niggas scream MCskill you full of shit man

But if i spit a verse about hoes they think I’m hot

Too many dumb niggas in the game, you gonna stop?

What’s hot? What’s not? I’m not a flop

I keep germinating, boy i’m not a crop

Now Crop this, get a perfect picture

I’m top 5 dead or alive yo, The supernatural!

Going in on the beat like i got a score to settle

Big-up Stormatique, sick Instrumental

Heavily armed, packing heat, feel this metal

About to go off, run along, use the pedal

Bout to blow up, ride along, stay on radar

When A cappella connects to beat, snatch their medals

Attitude this cold, don’t need sweaters

You worthless, you ain’t Rockefeller’s

Ain’t getting cheddar, you live a fake life

Staying hot in the spotlight, now that’s the real fright

Y’all amateurs, leave you extinct like dinosaurs

Heard you checking on my catalogue

For survival skills? well, i preach that

Tryna cut a deal? You wish clown

Pish pow! Your ass getting beat down

Only way you survive is when you kiss the ring fam

Put it on the gram when you pledge allegiance

Like you put it on the gram when you buy a new sneakers

Quick reminder, you never was a soldier

Never could take shots, you never had an holster

Now its time for a Rollercoaster

Early retirement, boy its over, you ain’t Cyril Stober

I got a lot to remind ya, before you went viral

Who came up with the plan yo?!

Who came up with your stage name? Me!

Who taught you how to rap boy? Me!

Cos i’m your daddy in this business

Now you wanna stab me in the back Son, That’s foolishness

So you all grown now, you wanna act shady

The aftermath disastrous, no Dre shit

I brought you in this game and i can take you out

I preach peace but you know what I’m all about

Back to it so these weapons, i gotta use it

Take position and take shots like Patrick Ewing

My precinct, my jurisdiction

Ever try to cross it, you go missing, Listen!

In my prime so you can’t shine

Supernatural stays hungry, yeah its lunch time

Now who’s gon blame me for feeding on you punk?

Responsible for your own downfall, Jonathan Goodluck!

From the glorious land, i bring the boombap sound

Busy in the lab, kids busy with the body counts

And I ain’t gat time for crackers on the internet

They lil kiddies, yes, they lack intellect

Listen to music that messes with their minds

Since '99 i been way ahead of my time

Cos i studied the scholars and the OGs

The Louis Farakkhans, the Chief rocker Busy bees

The Herc, Bam and flash, the Kris Parkers

By '09 i was focused on the gospel

My first name is love, so i preach it

Shout out to my temple fam, we on that real shit

That real hip hop, that raw boombap

When i spit it you know its way deeper than rap

You know I’m blessed, so i be spitting on the trap

Showing off my skill set, you should know i stay sharp

Now you wanna call the supernatural wack? You playing!

I see em thugged out, in real life they slay queens

And the wicked, they defeated this year

They play the pity game, look in their eyes bro its all fear

Now its all clear, i see their fucking tactics

Put on masks but forget to get rid of the dance shoes

If you get that line, you an OG

The last Don, Pippi De Lena back in '96

Its the future, held the down mic for eons

Last true MC, out of this earth, Venus

You will respect me

Gunning for that GOAT title and I’m thinking who’s gon stop me?

You? Nah! You corny like yo raps

On the road to be a legend i don’t need a fucking map

I got the PhD, the prayers, hard work and discipline

Never forget i breathe consistency

You alive and your dumb ass ain’t know the methods

To be a real cat, you gotta know the essence

The three natures of Hip Hop

I’m talking about The consciousness, the kulture and the product

I Am Hip Hop! I mastered this craft

Bring peace to the man, woman and child

Yo! I Am Hip Hop, i reach for the stars

2018, i’m still out here kicking it LIVE!