My Team, Supreme

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]

Uh, today's agenda, a nation exterminating the pious

Pray that you never die, don't dare to be deemed the highest

Our right is founded by liars, righteous as my suppliers

They wonder where my supply is (Nigga, where them beats?)

Fuck a feature, my ether is equal to each of your own

Embodied the balance of the world on my shoulders alone

But God bless America, my Gs go hard

Gs make dreams and these grams make gods

I am so compelled, might as well proceed another step

Never took a L, still fresh without the double X

Manson, ransom, artificial anthems

Ladies say he handsome, these niggas throwing tantrums

Tripping to existence is often labeled as miscreants

'Cause we position it different, real hard to make sense of it

Record labels making cents (Baow), we sensitive

Now we acting senseless, fuck you, Architect for president

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]

I'm on my freeze time, leaping in and out of portal shit

You on your prick your finger from a thorn, mere mortal shit

I'm on my Heath Ledger, I can't get my mind in order shit

Hitler at a bar mitzvah, torturous, slaughter shit

I am really that nigga, call it quits, get off my dick

Give the camera the finger every time I hear a flick

The code has been cracked and I am the glitch, do you hear this shit?

Like a rabbit turd, I swing on a track absurd

My rhyme schemes and my bars infinite

I hear your shit and get a little narcoleptic

I admit you're kind of boring, I was out touring

Stroking kittens with dimples that remind me of Lauren

London on Thursday, Sunday I'm New Yorking

Brooklyn be the birthplace, Kings County caucus

Cut the malarkey, y-y-you don't want no problems

Or drama, with zombies, get off me

Some may say seeing him's like seeing God

I see through all your transparency, oversee your façade

Dog, I raise your card like the paintings of them hounds playing poker

I'm Cesar Millan in the background taking notes

The potent, smoke up, hoes on my scrotum

Now the idle niggas always higher on the totem

I go son, haters like hoes, they just wanna blow us

With them calico bullet holes in my—

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]

My team, supreme, stay clean

Lyrical dreams, zombie regime, we be that

We at where the weed and LSD at

On since I was born, no such thing as relapse

My team, supreme, stay clean

Lyrical dreams, zombie regime, we be that

We at where the weed and LSD at

On since I was born, no such thing as relapse