Artist: Tha Beggas Album: Changing Classics Song: Supernatural (Premix) Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Majik Sword] Supernatural, the Y factors in my blood plasma Make me do things, just things I can't, I can't explain Supernatural things, just dematerializing (yo) Turning invisible, breaking down walls [Majik Sword] I cruise like a SCUD when the buzz interact with the Cognac Keep the medivac on alert to extract, the potential situation Or the escalation to a death to a caucasion or asian I get eratic then patriotic with the automatic For the static, body seperation, keeping it in the attic The opposite of Satanic, tinted cars making niggaz panic Frantic or dramatic, niggaz scared to be slanted We all gotta goal to get the end of the show So back up or pack up, nigga, before I start to act up And Papa start to rack up, and bodies start to stack up Chemist style, with the wits of Colin Powell A great man, plus an emerald child [Yukon Black] Crane and eel, electrifying flying, healing golden seal Ions from eyes born, for eons, Chi Kung Iron monkey peed on trees, palm Seeds make breeds and niggaz freeze MC's Empty force leak your source across swords and gas to liquify that ass Warlords and titans clash, castle ten tigers Spit fire like Priest Bai Me, perspire flames like The Phoenix Mental planes fly to Venus on the White Owl's wings Cloud kings reign supreme within the death ring Lead bring the same pain you just seen... Supernatural... [Buda Love] Say Abbott won't die, I, immortal through portal sliders Throwing holy flame lighters, when nigga fighters are righter Then combinations begin and end, never be seen again That ruptures your whole universal structure Now what's up? Sun, moon and stars, Buda Love Allah Chief number two, Persian Killer, abadabada From afar, is the legendary box that rocks And blocks, with Shaolin handlocks that pops and shocks Bones in half, from the aftermath wood staff The blast take that wack wood up up out your ass A tasket, from these basket of poems, golden is the edge Gone with the jack and the blade star sectional Nine rank professional in a dragon boat festival Killing for the vestibule... vestibule... [Long Axe] The supernatural body, is connected to the cosmos Put it to the ground, it comes down like the cargo Chi Kung transit, poems, let it transmit Shit begins to break five seconds 'fore the hands hit Split, transformation leaves a Z on the brick And if you didn't concentrate it wouldn't be on the brick Pugilist within the settle, flesh defeats metal And straw can penetrate any brick in the ghetto Yang rotation, see the solid like clouds Cuz thoughts been unperverted like the thoughts of a child [Father Lord] My tornado's form was born from the womb of a hurricane Kinetic, embedded in both parts of my human brain Strictly shamed to slaughter your talents, you can't explain Set fire to paper, using the unseen flames Now my hand movements, shit they call the diety in me That you can't see, cuz you can't perceive this entity Physically, you lose your eye sight for starring at the star bright Niggaz be dead sleep, I meditate all night Now all throughout my day I practice my strange ways Of making objects move through a thought or what I say Take 'em back to E. May, another world, another day To picture script posture, make a soul out of clay Just born yourself, forms of health, mental wealth Look at me, cuz I don't give a fuck about nobody else [Outro: Father Lord] Supernatural, supernatural, yo, supernatural... Able to do anything and mind produce strives Yea, yo, we out, we outside (that's the technique of an immortal) (That's the technique of an immorital, that's supernatural, supernatural...)