| Supa Supreme… super scheme | 
| Supa Supreme. | 
| super scheme | 
| The Screen Actors Guild is overcrowded with nothin right now | 
| Everybody’s bluffin right now | 
| Wastin film and camera time, tryin to expose yourself | 
| To the masses with a camera rhyme | 
| New York and Hollywood don’t need you there | 
| Better people than you comin from North, South Caroline | 
| You just a shipmate, ready for me to Elimidate | 
| Cancel your network, feed the canaries that’s right y’all | 
| Now you’re officially over | 
| Independent, doin pet work, like Mike Jock & Jam | 
| At the BET Awards | 
| Your tight plucked fanbase, give me the applause | 
| Like you a hype man | 
| For one mile then, walkin out the arena doors | 
| I don’t care about braggin in the radio game | 
| It’s all about the radio flame | 
| You could be seen and dealt with, security guards | 
| And so-called tough guys with black eyes | 
| Put an arrowhead water with ice packs on your jaws | 
| Supa Supreme… super scheme | 
| Supa Supreme. | 
| super scheme | 
| The sperm blaster, mic controller | 
| Urinary faster, shit on you bastards | 
| Walk and skip sail at Sony studios restroom | 
| Piss on your masters, leave the Neumann wet | 
| Plush conference major nut minor with 30 on the table | 
| Cloud fables, enter the room | 
| Pissy diapers on top of the bagles | 
| You shocked Danny Aina, can’t get past Flip | 
| Secretaries try to front | 
| Leave the lobbies full of shit worser than anthrax | 
| And the Atlantic Records colon cleaner on your desk | 
| Your ass so clogged up, niggas talkin shit | 
| With hemerrohids and Gas-X | 
| You fuckin with the superhero nigga | 
| Bronx Detention Center, a/k/a Mass X | 
| Fuck XR with four sawed offs in the trunk | 
| Fuck y’all, I’m strippin everybody | 
| I’m gettin gassy next | 
| — repeats to 3:05 of track |