DJ Supreme - R.I.P. lyrics

[Intro] That's what I'm talking about We love this sh** We eat this sh** We breathe this sh** [Verse 1] Fill the magazine with sixteen venomous bars Supreme rides shotgun, start pulling your card Lyrical ma** murderer, midnight marauder Slaughter enemies in alphabetical order Rich maniacal torture, here I come Eardrums bleed whenever the black radical starts to breathe Back off sabbatical leave Silverback gorilla, serial k**er, veteran emcee Yuh dun know my steez, how I squeeze off co*k back, put one in your cap then breeze off The almighty Roc ready to rip Blow you apart like the Gaza Strip whenever I spit Literature from my jaw coming at ya Serve and slay when I'm all up in this rapture Capture my foes, leaving 'em slain I'm danger, like propane mixed with the flame, c'mon! [Hook] R... I... P R... I... P (Rest in peace) [Verse 2] Supreme, they never saw this one comin' Now who the f** want it with us, say suttin' Bear arms with napalm I get it cracking like Chuck Norris, missing in action Vietnam is wha' gwan whenever I write past the margin Physical frame is similar to a Spartan Marching to the drums Regulate like the late Nate Dogg whenever they bump gums I'm done with the talking, I'm a walking threat Guillotine Supreme bring cuts to your neck Mic check, spit venom in 'em with no remorse I am the Jedi bringing balance to the force Til the wheels come off, I ride for the culture Lyrical mercenary, universal soldier 187 I'm above the law Forever draw for my tings, Supreme keeping it raw, raah! [Hook] (It's... it's... it's... Su.. Su...preeeemeeee) R... I... P R... I... P (Rest in peace) (We're gonna need more coffins) (Let me talk to Supreme) [Verse 3] Never ramp with a champion, I'm going in again Militant mind state when the paper hits the pen I'm the method to the madness, bringing you the pain Hold chrome to your dome, one to the brain Insane, lyrical Molotov is a weapon every I set it off on every one of my adversaries Hitting you hard like the hammer of Thor Visionary from the future, all I see is war And furthermore you f**boys never really want it When it comes to beef they start running from it I'm on it 24-7, forever on my grime Mada hold me down when I go for mine Supreme, f** sixteen, I'mma give you twenty Throwaway bars and you can keep every penny I got many more venomous flows in my lungs Round off sound off like a f**ing shotgun The prodigal son, sharp shooter with the steel Ex-Gunshot badboy, the Roc keep it real f** how you feel this is lyrical warfare Bodies are going missing from pissing me off Point-five calibre whenever I attack Stamina up to par, run all over the track Witness lyrical fitness, murderous flows Body bag, toe tag, another John Doe, let's go! [Hook] (Rest in peace) (Rest in peace) (Rest in peace) (Rest in peace) R... I... P R... I... P (Rest in peace)