[Intro: Swankmaster Raw]

It's the Supa Dupa - who?

It's the Supa Dupa - who?

It's the Supa Dupa, ha

It's the slutty, sluggy

It's the Supa Dupa - who?

It's the Supa Dupa

[Verse 1: Swankmaster Raw]

So, dropping out was the hardest to do

Didn't want to waste time, so I had to stay true

To me, you gave me 20 and I copped some trees

And got lifted, but the feeling's only temporary

Our life is moving with the surface, it’s scratch

I take time on my day just to sit and think back

On the beginning days, when Swankmaster was Raw

He was tall, wore colored skinny jeans, and knew how to ball

Funny, funny how we age so quickly, playing with toys

To the money, but we still ain't rich

Gotta provide for our family, but we still ain't shit

Huh, so I was told by a wise man

That said I should give up my soul to the next white man

That's plotting on taking me over, is it my fault? (Is it my fault?)

Should I drop off on my music, shit and pick up ball? (And pick up…)

Man I don't know, I don't know

[Hook: Dyemond Lewis]

They call me the, Supa Slacka, the supa-dupa superhero

Super spectacular, the motherfucking super negro

Super aware, them fuckers will never catch me lacking

How dare you doubt my brilliance just because my pants are sagging?

[Verse 2: Dyemond Lewis]

Young, black, and educated, eyes low, and I'm elevated

Not because I hit the blunt, it's in my genes, I blame my pops

Kick some shit that they could feel, let them know, there is some real

You thinking you a spiritual, lyrical fucking monster?

Just because you throwing a couple double entendre's?

But, where is the subject matter? Fuck it, it doesn't matter

Won't be subjected to being another pointless rapper

Claiming that you balling cause it comes with a profession

It's a lesson learned from me, every time I hear you spit

Sweet, sugar-coated lies coming from them chapped lips

Its D-I-M-E-Z, keep it sacred, fuck the fibs

Not a fighter, but you disrespect, I'll black and blue your ribs

You know my slacka come first, the money comes second

Everything else come third, I'm thanking Jah for these blessings

Fuck them teachers, them lessons ain't teach me shit 'bout the real world

I'm out here stressing

So I'll say it again…

[Hook: Dyemond Lewis]

It be the Supa Slacka, the supa-dupa, superhero

Super spectacular, the motherfucking super negro

Super aware, them fuckers will never catch me lacking

How dare you doubt my brilliance just because my pants are sagging?

[Outro]

Huh?

Because my pants are sagging

How dare you doubt my brilliance, just because my pants are sagging?