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Artist: Supreme DJ Nyborn
Album:  unknown
Song:   Versatility
                                      
   Verse 1
   
   The Supreme One is my name and title
   Versatility describes this recital
   Of rhymes, I wrote 'em, many will quote 'em
   If this was an election, I'm sure you'd vote 'em
   Number one, uno, no rhymes rate higher
   If I was rulin', you'd call me sire
   But I'm not, in this lifetime I choose to teach
   Not to rule, not to preach
   This lesson is entitled Versatility
   It's an example of Supreme's ability
   Agility, master of many styles
   Alphabetically ordered, placed in proper files
   But enough with the intro
   The school bell has rung and I want you to know
   Why I'm Supreme, still with me?
   Nyborn is teaching Versatility
   
   Verse 2
   
   Verse two, of this lyrical lesson
   By now I'm sure that you're guessin'
   Who am I, or should I say who is he?
   I'm the S-U-P-R-E-M-E
   Don't understand? Should I define it?
   Stop your tape, pause, rewind it
   Break it down so you get the full effect
   Are you ready? Check.
   S is for Stupid, not dumb but dope and
   U is for Unique, P's for potent
   R is for rehearsal, so when I get to the E
   It becomes Easy
   To create Music, that's the M
   The E signifies the End
   But it still ain't over, until Supreme says it's over
   And when you go you said he drove the
   Crowd crazy, his style was kinda lazy
   But then he got hype, and it amazed me
   Broke the beat down, started wheelin'
   The crowd was live cos they was feelin'
   A full dose of musical madness
   The competition didn't know I had this
   Talent, or even the ability
   To be teachin' Versatility
   
   Verse 3
   
   Verse three, what's it gonna be?
   A funky rhyme from the S-U-P-R-E-M-E
   Showin' suckas I could never be soft
   You're tryna step to me? Step off
   Cos I'm furious, the beat is bangin', my rhymes are kickin'
   Time is runnin' out, the clock is tickin'
   So many rhymes that your brain overloads
   Then I ignite the fuse and it explodes
   Another victory, a sucka sacrificed
   Just a small step from paradise
   For some it's dangerous, for some it's fun
   For some it's over, for me it's only begun
   And I'm about to get hype, hype I'm gonna get
   You think I'm rockin? You ain't heard nuttin yet
   Cos I got many rhymes, yet still a DJ
   Destroying foes every day
   Displayin' Versatility, just for you
   The crowd, the audience, and this is what I'll do
   Recite rhymes and still create cuts and
   Make sure it's funky, so that you move your butts
   And dance, to the rhythm that I know you like
   You ain't wid it? Yeah, right
   Don't play hard, you know you want more
   This is verse three, next is four
   So don't waste time, you're a slave to the rhyme
   As soon as I grabbed the mic, you was mine
   Cos I got ability, and much style
   To teach Versatility, cos I'm versatile
   
   Verse 4
   
   I heard you want more, you just adore
   My lyrics, so here's verse four
   Of this lesson, class is still in session
   Suckas did you study? Cos I'm giving a test in
   Knowledge, and most have none
   On a scale of one to ten you rate one
   While Supreme on the other hand doesn't get rated
   At least not till the scale's been updated
   To accomodate a level of intelligence as high as mine
   Like six, seven, eight or maybe nine...teen
   See what I mean? Never underestimate Supreme
   Although many claim to be, one remains to be seen
   As the true Supreme, cos
   It's not a title that's shared by many
   And if you ask me, I'll say there's not any
   Other, that can hang with the dark-skinned brother
   And if one advances, then I'll smother
   Suffocate, commit homicide
   But from another point of view it's suicide
   He shouldna broke, shouldna tried to step
   Then he wouldn't of got choked
   Strangled by the cord of my microphone
   He shoulda left me alone
   But he was stubborn, a non-believer
   So I had to sic him like a Labrador Retriever
   Chew him up, and spit him out
   Teach him what bein' Supreme is all about
   Cos I'm a teacher, not a fighter or a killer
   I am the coolest, could never be none chiller
   If you're tired, yo I'll go get a pillow
   Cos I'm about to rock the mic like Attila
   The Hun, yo this is fun,
   I'm almost done...
   But I'll never stop, until the beat cease
   Yo, I'm outta here
   Peace.
   
   Outro
   
   This is the Supreme DJ Nyborn with an extra special shout-out
   to my girl Kenya, little brother Craig, the International
   Brooklyn Posse, and the Payroll Posse. Yo, I'm comin' correct
   in '89, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm outta here. Peace.