yeezy

my good friend sly get in the booth you already know what my associate doin

sly

let’s talk money for a split 
second call me sly now your tummy getting sick
baby I’m a hussy word to mummy with the shit
I’m a dog word to mom got me running with the pitts
I feel like alpine on the summits with a brick 
feelin like a gundam with the clip 
thumping in the crypt
late night odyssey I snuck into your crib
arms on the low like punches to your ribs
cue the circling vultures 
I thought I told you boys something lurked in the waters
it’s the high vampire coming live from the bell spire 
barrel make it rain molten iron and hellfire 
rappers ain’t shit to me
specifically fake ass fucks and mark entities
that type of shit get blast with my weapons
keep my name quiet tryna rap for five seconds
mask up fire and jack them high temperatures 
for trust fund kids with a mass of crime references
faking the funk sneaking through the gutter 
with a fistful of hunnits earthquake in my trunk
break bread with the baker man shake with the crumbs
save your breath or get left with your face in the mud fuck
queasy f 
fuck boys get beat to death
starving artist kill the pussy then I eat what’s left
turn the block into smoke and flame
my bitch look like skin diamond in a choker chain 
lord help anybody who invoke the name 
let’s see you talk that shit through your broken frame dawg
your crew better run it
Before I run up and put two in your stomach
you lookin around like “who could’ve done it?”
but we ain’t left nothin no clues for assumptions 
so back pedal back pedal
I pulled up in the black cloak word to black metal
smack folk that hurt let that settle
I jetted in the black hearse cadillac devil
sly


if I could stop falling back in love with my exes
I would have a new black accura and a necklace
I’d have a bunch of cash stacking up in the trenches 
and some bitches on me with the ass of alexis but
I insist on slipping to fall back 
and push the same pistol the tip of my ball cap
wallowing depressed instead of following a check
I get nauseous at the thought of all the progress I neglect
if I drank I’d dive into bottles of captain
and fall off an overpass into oncoming traffic
like what the fuck would my parents think? 
that thought is so embarrassing 
it’s the blitzkrieg boppers
pull up with the johnny guitar the fuckin sixteen shot
on your ass like we split screen watching
pulled up in that starscream and make that engine scream korean pop
the fuck I care about a rapper for? 
y’all screaming all that for nothing you michael rappaport
I’m on the peak cause the air better
all praise due like a fan letter
and all my friends they been fairweather
I threw my meds in the garbage
and stopped giving a fuck about the credit I garnered 
it’s s queasy you fuckers can rest easy
s queasy you fuckers can rest easy

yeezy 

(spot on sly impression)

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Gutter Gang Representative.
Independent artist from Southwester PA.
Lean heavily into my Country flow & East Coast inspired style of Rapping.
Track record extends back to 2018 (under a former alias.)
Joey Bigg$ on all platforms including but not limited to (YT, Tik Tok, Spotify, Apple Music etc)

Groovy Lovechild.

https://linktr.ee/Supernalist

Inquiries: supernalistbeats@gmail.com

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Sly Queasy