Breathe in…now breathe out…Let me set it off/ Supraliminal, rememba me/ Same cat same hat jus my flow ride a betta beat/devil gave me tha heavy heat/cook it up that wit tha ice cold blood, out hea--im maken letters sleet/fuck u up thas why my name mister methadrine. XL Ecko tee, cap wit tha letta B/don’t blame me for tryna eat dinner on a level seat/ if anyone can compete, thas a special feat/ Roll round in the whip/ roll pounds in tha spliff/ im from tha ville, thas a town fulla kids/But when tha sun down/ slip in tha ground/ my spirit couldnt b found/ every time I return yall hear tha gun sound/My pen releases the force/ that brings forth every change the Fates take in unleashin its course/Guess you could say I give beatins for sport/ I guess u cud say that all dat supra need for that is a beat and a chorus/ Chorus (Ye yea…All day, Always…And we comin for you!) There was a fight from tha depths behind every droppa ink on tha page/ thas why it sink thru the page/ thas why u bump it till you challenge one to step to the rage/ thas tha opportunity to give that one a chestful of pain/ BLAU/ Cuz every fight that we fight, the closer we get/ the less we give a flyin fuck about slumpin ya set/ but jus know/ on tha day that tha trumpet blow/ ill be given ya piece controlling the moves fuckin wit ya lost souls/ power in numbers/ push the coward under the wave/ and god always ben, loven the brave/ so why not/ we do it when we come thru it so stupidly rude pursuin ya crew/ it is wut it is killa we do wut we do/ Try to step in my shoes, fuck it step in my pants, see if u got tha skillz to do how I dance/ But for now, tha beat killen me, its killen you, so I aint even gon fight it im a kill it then ask it who tha illest dude/ Chorus (Ye yea…All day, Always…And we comin for you!) Im straight frum tha clouds/ both tha light and tha dark/ im frum tha dutch smoke drugs coke fights in tha park/ im frum tha minds of tha wise, the rhymes of those in tha sky/ the hope and tha trys/ tha scope and tha eye/ and that list/ they pretty hard to touch/ and thas my foundation and ground so I shud think that supra’s pretty hard to touch/ and we hard to rush/ but if you wana kill me come and do it I dont give a fuck gimme tha stone ill carve it up/ But yo, you mothafuckas far frum us/ we in tha stars looking on u/ ugh, shaken our heads/ like these mothafuckin savages is betta off dead/ but you can try to climb tha hill and get shot down instead/ like/ wut u thinking, you got shit for a brain/ you a lame/ I get to business kid remember tha name/ adversity I eat it up/ did nuttin but lift me/ I am the words, I am hiphop this aint no fuckin simile/ Chorus (Ye yea…All day, Always…And we comin for you!)