Sup the Chemist Songtext
von Sup the Chemist

Haaaaaaahhhh
Yeah, check the flow


I′m intense like a hockey fight
Rewarding like a hike
Defying gravity like a kite
My lyrics know no limits
That's just something you should know
In case we ever have to scrimmage
Man, I′m classic like the vintage keys
SP, MPC, SL, 1200 Technics
Four machines individuals have reached
Causing engineers to redesign
As the art continues to climb
To number one on the streets
So you just channel to teach
Reach out like an extension ladder
But that's just thick like lips on Mick Jagger
I leave a sucker crying like Jimmy Swaggart
In front of an audience
If he ever disrespects me in the midst of my ambiance
My content's never simple
You gotta study my craft like math
I want a career like Cube
So I don′t be wasting my time in front of the tube
Or at a club shaking my butt
But I′m stuck in a book trying to find
Which way is up like Richard Pryor
Bring heat like a dryer
Got a grip on life like pliers
So you know my purpose on Earth
Carrying information like fliers
So you should pay attention to the verse
I converse with wise men cause I'm constantly learning
Transferring good information for future stimulation like a CD burner
I′m happy with my life but I wanna take it further
So my seed's offspring can partake from the plate
Life is like a figure eight
So I don′t just flow
But I train each in a way I feel they should go
Check it out, yo

Yeah, it's Zoot
Yo, who is this?
I′m a chemist
The chemist, ya know


I'm writing over some catfish
Hush puppy, strawberry soda
Moving things with my mind just like Yoda
Trying to meet this quota without paying a psychological price
So I'm careful to take a break and give some praise to the Christ
That′s good advice
Gotta brush with some toothpaste and polish my ice
One more reason for them suckers to hate it
Cause when I′m rhyming, it's shining like it′s computer animated
Which is directly related to me being a hard-working MC
People looking at me like I'm 5150
As I travel back to my vehicle reciting a flow
I ain′t got a good memory, so I preplan my junk
Cats be bragging, "I wrote my rhymes in ten minutes"
And I believe you because it sounds bunk
Like Professor Klump, I'm a chemist
My mission: compose a supreme composition
Full of hip-hop elements consumers have been missing
I got meaning, just be patient
Like you′re fishing, you'll catch it
But the question is, can you stay connected?

My cosmic confabulations got you stuck like detention
Trying to capture what I mention
It's forming ripples on your forehead like Pop Simpson
My neck shows veins when I′m flexing
Bringing it up from my diaphragm
Hold the mic in the air like Ojaland
Taking it back to deeps on Nissan trucks, Suzuki Jeeps
Like J-Beats I′m screaming, "What the heck?"
My outburst is leaving suckers blank like a shook up Etch-a-Sketch
Trying to disrespect
Talking about, "You ain't no true
Christian MC cause you don′t do it like me"
Well that's true, and I ain′t trying to
I think your stuff is corny and your fans are too
Yo, that's my opinion but I′m putting it out there like that
You ain't doing God a favor by rating my rap
But you're like a partition, ushering in division
Instead of light making your vision clear
It′s got you stuck like a deer
I feel like flippin′ like Peter every movie year
Then we wouldn't have this problem cause you won′t be able to hear