you no i don't need crew to tear away this beat/
i grow and blow right through you prepare to face defeat/
sorry dawg but i gotta holla', does $$ in $$upreme mean two dollars?/
thats to cheap for a proper bolla', an don't feed or i'll end this battle for ya/

so what makes you supreme, you're just another link in the chain/
you're a lot less than you seem, cos the chain's bringin' a world of pain/
and that chain's wot i be swingin', containin' you and you're crew/
one wrong move or step an i'll fling it, breakin' y'all pussies in two/
you've probably now, came down to earth with a bang/
i'm impossibly tight, can't dodge the flavour of the tang/
while we're rollin' down, on 20's made of chrome/
an we're rollin' up joints, an plenty of cones/
you're home rollin' dough, an i don't mean dollar bills/
i mean bakin' dough dawg, the naked chef high on pills/

s-so long s-supreme, okay next caller/
see you in hell, where i'll burn you're two dollars/
i'll be lurkin' in the depths, too tighten you're collar/
watch me fuckin' with death, to bite at you're honor/