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where u at - mother superia lyrics

*transcribing

[intro]
pick it up
pick it up
pick it up

[verse 1]
1986 the first time i heard krs*one in the mix
nine years later [?]
now the rotten apple meets the rock bottom, who’d have thought
nine years of dues finally paying off
get caught by surprise, yep i seen you dead up in your eye
now what you signify couldn’t drop
you opening the bird in the bush, no time to p*ssy foot
n*ggas getting squshed, d*mn rookies
can’t compare to the garden sewer, sounding sh*tty like manure
best become a viewer of the sport
nothing but a mere spectator
i’m the slayer, battle just like a gladiator, bring your paper

[chorus: krs*one & mother superia]
where you at? where you at?
miami’s on the map
i bet you didn’t know that we could flow like that
but where you at? where you at?
miami’s on the map
i bet you didn’t know that we could flow like that
[verse 2: mother superia]
not your everyday average, stayin’ on point like my gat
when i bring the havoc, you best triple bag it
heavyweight, so when i move the earth shakes
evacuate, n*gga should have had their v8
i terminate like x, n*ggas not ready for this flow just yet
better grab your hook doing phonics and sets
part time sucker, full time fraud
i’m telling you god you gots to bring your whole squad
that’s a start, but it ain’t a photo finish
i diminish, leave the scene without a blemish, where’s my spinach?
yo, when we rollin’, the leaf spells relief
straight from south east, ’cause your chief never brief
’cause my division hits with accurate precision
just like moms, he ride the rhythm
forgive him, father, for they don’t know the steelo
[?] coming through straight from [?]

[break]
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

[verse 3]
years of waiting
years of watching all the wack crews elevatin’
years of dealin’ with the snake n*ggas that be fakin’
so many struggles, now i’m smack dab in the hustle
packin’ jams like russell simmons
give me big turkey and all the trimmings
strictly 550, never seen me pressin’ in it
[?] strictly rock bottom of the crowd
[?] check miami’s finest gettin’ down for the crown
and present a small fragment of the pit
but every little bit is like a hundred percent
so i give it to you slow, let your cup overflow
another tko, heavy like ridd*ck bowe
now you freezin’, but i’m not leaving ’til everything is [?]
your underestimation got me steamin’
i’m fiending to set the record straight
miami for more than moonshake
[chorus]

- mother superia lyrics

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