Joey Bada$$ - Super predator (con Styles P)

[Intro: Joey Bada$$],
Yeah, just ride with a nigga,
America's number one, you can bet on ya life!
Statik Selektah,
Ride with a nigga like,
America’s number one, you can bet on ya life!


[Joey Bada$$]
Call me the general, pushing that new agenda through,
For my millennials, troubled youth and the felons too,
Tryna be perennial, but chance of livin' is minimal,
She critical, exactly what made my niggas criminals,
Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain't no miracle,
Word to Steezy, I’ma keep this shit lyrical,
'Til I fall out my physical, all my verses is biblical, uh,
Flowin' religiously, my delivery spiritual, uh,
Feelin' invincible, this here is nothin' new,
This is just principle, take notes, if I were you,
They say I'm a clumsy king, how I be droppin' jewels,
But see, the funny thing is I got lots to lose,
Never no fucks to give, only one life to live,
So I exchange my negative for a positive and it's all,
Good Lord, the pen is way mighty than the sword,
Who want war? I told you before.,
How I kicked in the door,
With the rugged raw, back just to reinstall,
What you niggas thought it was?,
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a comer up,
I can teach you a lesson,
How to get your hunger up,
Homie ya,
How I kicked in the door,
With the rugged raw back just to reinstall,
What you niggas thought it was?,
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a come up,
About to teach you a lesson,
How to get your fuckin' hunger up, nigga.


[Estribillo: Joey Bada$$]
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah,
Never let the tings run we, uh,
All di gyal dem a come pree,
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free,
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah,
Never let the tings run we, uh,
All di gyal dem a come pree,
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free.


[Styles P]
Super predator, filthy AmeriKKKa,
Burn the newspapers and the editors,
My dead presidents ain’t dead enough,
Blew a zip to the head, still ain't red enough,
Pray to Jesus, hope he got you,
No I'm not a chicken, I never listen to FOX News,
Niggas built the country but never givin' they props due,
Payin’ for my people, I'm still payin' for my pops dues,
I'm royalty, my momma said it,
I'm gold hearted, I'm scum headed,
Lost soul in a promised land of promises,
Gotta mask on, but no, I'm not anonymous,
Built on my lonely, no accomplices,
Light a L up for my accomplishments,
I'm a real nigga, it's not a lot of 'em,
If they were, then the cops probably shot at 'em,


[Estribillo: Joey Bada$$]
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free.


[Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, I stomp the grounds in my Timberlands,
Ain't nothin' colder than New York when that December in,
The coldest shoulders, from average Joes and the simple mans,
I pack the heat 'cause I'm known around to be simmerin',
That mean I'm finna hit the boilin' point like real soon,
Man, I've been heatin' up, my self esteem been on the moon,
The flow is hotter than volcanic craters near the equator,
Any debaters is simply haters, they know that I'm greater,
I be countin' my paper, forever fuck all the majors,
Did it all on my own, don't owe nobody no favors,
It's clear, I'm heir to the throne, I've been the best in my zone,
Internationally known, forever Brooklyn's own,
I mean, come on, but here's for the Presidents, the Congressmen, the Senators,
Who got us all slavin' while they reapin' all the benefits,
Got the world thinkin' that it's true 'bout what they said of us,
AmeriKKKa's worst nightmare, the super predator.