|
It's the p-double-o-h in the sky |
|
I don't need a cape cause i'm already fly |
|
Like a skydiver, a nigga got drag |
|
Like a race car driver, plus i'va |
|
Spit saliva, liver, than mcgyver |
|
("bam!") bump mo' bitches than a drunk driver |
|
Faster than a crackhead, mo' powerful |
|
Than a loco when i gotcha in a chokehold |
|
I'm here to rid the city of them wack-ass groups |
|
Them wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loops |
|
They fakin like gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight/kryptonite |
|
They don't faze me, cause we can still fight |
|
But look, it's all about comin (up) up (up) |
|
Up and away without bummin |
|
But a nigga don't need no wonderwoman, hmm, i wonder |
|
Who she been shuckin and jivin and fuckin |
|
Or some bitch named lois cause the hoe is the lowest |
|
And she's whiter than snow is ("too much of that snow white!") |
|
I think i'll fly back to the hood |
|
Kick it with the homies where you know it's all good |
|
I'll be the first superhero with a strap |
|
I know i'm all that.. ("it's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..") |
|
[chorus] |
|
[rashad] |
|
The super nigga boogieman is out to make a killin |
|
So fuck wastin time leapin over tall buildings |
|
Cause i can get loose like fluid |
|
Like diarrhea - i can, run right through it |
|
I see through walls, 'specially at the malls |
|
Ladies dressing rooms is where my duty calls |
|
A lot of super niggaz be trickin they powers |
|
Givin hoes money, and flyin 'em flowers |
|
(but can you think of one thing you ever gave a hoe?) |
|
No cause we super niggaz, not captain save-a-hoe |
|
So back on up look, i'll catch yo' ass so quick |
|
And letcho' ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be fuckin wit |
|
I flash like lightning, powerful as bombs |
|
I flied back twenty years ago and fucked your moms |
|
And now it's ninety-fo', ain't shit changed |
|
But now you call me daddy, when you call my name |
|
Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain't down for combat |
|
I'ma super nigga, and you an uncle tom cat |
|
When i'm rollin through the hood they wonder is he |
|
The nephew, of aunt kizzy |
|
Or dizzy gillespie, and the rest be like |
|
"that's the guy that's super, the fat track mover" |
|
So wack mc's come step to these nuts |
|
And get your crews cut below half, nigga do the math |
|
I'm the m-a-n, mayne |
|
I got a fly bitch with an invisible plane |
|
Me and her be doin some x-rated shit |
|
When i get the skins, in the cockpit |
|
She be callin everything from mommy to jesus |
|
Just ask the homies, cause them niggaz can see us |
|
Cause them super niggaz too, from the crew |
|
So please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a super nigga |
|
[chorus] |
|
[king tee] |
|
Mr. insane king tee motherfuckers from the boondox |
|
I bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox |
|
I'm badder than the baddest inmate at (?) |
|
Retarded, but let me show you what this can do |
|
Create fright, niggaz scared to touch the mic |
|
I shock 'em, amazed cause the wino rocked 'em |
|
The best yet to like really catch wreck on the scene |
|
O.g. from the alkaholik team |
|
I just scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slip |
|
Gotta get it on then take another sip |
|
Make it hip, a feeling mc's won't forget |
|
Bust crazy rounds then load another clip (well bust it) |
|
Like r. kelly, "my mind's telling me no!" |
|
But fuck that, i kick the ill flow |
|
And deep down, i know niggaz is jeal' |
|
Cause i'm pullin all the hoes and dickin 'em swell |
|
But hey, cut the crap, cause like herpes i'm back |
|
To give you what you want, i don't front or skip rap |
|
With the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with tha likwit |
|
I'm wild like a winner with the lot-to ticket |
|
But kick it, you could grab a comb and try to pick it |
|
The nappy head sound comin from the underground |
|
Oh shit it's the great, the man with the strap |
|
I know i'm all that.. ("it's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..") |