[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.