Song | Soopa Feen |
Artist | Del The Funky Homosapien |
Album | Both Sides of the Brain |
Soopa Feen he used to gleam and glow | |
Before he became a fiend for blow, unredeemable | |
I seen him go insane | |
Straight from cocaine, graduated to no brain | |
He went from Polo’s to no name | |
Pawned everything even his gold chain | |
Now his skin is dingy, he be singeing | |
His lips on a glass tube and pass on food | |
His ass all glued to the seat of his pants | |
Got cuts and hella puss on his feet and his hands | |
Completely entranced, give this nigga a face wipe | |
Before he meet his contact, commissioner base pipe | |
For new assignments, cause he said it don’t taste right | |
He used to cop that hop, so his face might look familiar to some | |
And now your boy’s plumb dumb | |
Running around the slums, sticking his tongue out at young females | |
He sees trails, he think they’re aliens | |
He starts bellin’ in the precinct his feet stink | |
They throw him in the clink, cause he 5150 | |
He got his Garfield and Otey beach towel for his cape | |
And safety pin he use to clean the screen | |
[I was feeeen before I became a teen] | |
Now he’s a vigilante on Delancey | |
Then ran to Chancellor looking for his counselor | |
(His trusty sidekick Faultor!) for an ounce or a sack at least | |
[Well, crack the hash and peep and then it's back to sleep] | |
Well actually he got the master keys | |
More practices in the crack cave where they got a factory | |
Soopa Feen is skinny can slide through small areas | |
For quick getaways while Faultor pull the Derringer | |
That’s his ace, shiesty as **** | |
His specialty is gafflin niggas, extorting their bucks | |
His best power, the invisible gank | |
If in your wallet there isn’t no bank | |
He contacts Soopa Feen with telepathy | |
Saying, "you need crack man, I need amphetamines" | |
He’s faster than a speed trip, stronger than a nigga on ‘ron | |
He think he a superhero, he just gone | |
He can’t really fly but uses a harness | |
To leap tall building in his undergarments | |
His teeth are tarnished, he was banished from Berkely | |
Now he’s up in North Oakland looking really perky | |
Never think he’s jerky, but he really is | |
He plays with the neighborhood kids with fizz | |
Coming out the sides of his mouth | |
Sometimes he hides in the house devises new routes | |
So he could be up and out if he see po po | |
If he stalk ya while ya jaywalking looking very awkward | |
He don’t stay far from the corner where they slang caine | |
He got the mega migrane sort of like his spider sense | |
That he can’t fight against | |
Me I’d rather light a spliff, that’s as high as I can get | |
But Soopa Feen is super human, he got the crystal lungs | |
From the planet base with cream will get you sprung | |
And niggas wanna beat your ass for all the shit you done | |
But you fight crime in your own special way | |
When you in the holding tank and other fiends won’t let you get your way | |
You never catch a case cause your slick | |
High beams projecting, but you’re never caught with shit |
Soopa Feen he used to gleam and glow | |
Before he became a fiend for blow, unredeemable | |
I seen him go insane | |
Straight from cocaine, graduated to no brain | |
He went from Polo' s to no name | |
Pawned everything even his gold chain | |
Now his skin is dingy, he be singeing | |
His lips on a glass tube and pass on food | |
His ass all glued to the seat of his pants | |
Got cuts and hella puss on his feet and his hands | |
Completely entranced, give this nigga a face wipe | |
Before he meet his contact, commissioner base pipe | |
For new assignments, cause he said it don' t taste right | |
He used to cop that hop, so his face might look familiar to some | |
And now your boy' s plumb dumb | |
Running around the slums, sticking his tongue out at young females | |
He sees trails, he think they' re aliens | |
He starts bellin' in the precinct his feet stink | |
They throw him in the clink, cause he 5150 | |
He got his Garfield and Otey beach towel for his cape | |
And safety pin he use to clean the screen | |
I was feeeen before I became a teen | |
Now he' s a vigilante on Delancey | |
Then ran to Chancellor looking for his counselor | |
His trusty sidekick Faultor! for an ounce or a sack at least | |
Well, crack the hash and peep and then it' s back to sleep | |
Well actually he got the master keys | |
More practices in the crack cave where they got a factory | |
Soopa Feen is skinny can slide through small areas | |
For quick getaways while Faultor pull the Derringer | |
That' s his ace, shiesty as | |
His specialty is gafflin niggas, extorting their bucks | |
His best power, the invisible gank | |
If in your wallet there isn' t no bank | |
He contacts Soopa Feen with telepathy | |
Saying, " you need crack man, I need amphetamines" | |
He' s faster than a speed trip, stronger than a nigga on ' ron | |
He think he a superhero, he just gone | |
He can' t really fly but uses a harness | |
To leap tall building in his undergarments | |
His teeth are tarnished, he was banished from Berkely | |
Now he' s up in North Oakland looking really perky | |
Never think he' s jerky, but he really is | |
He plays with the neighborhood kids with fizz | |
Coming out the sides of his mouth | |
Sometimes he hides in the house devises new routes | |
So he could be up and out if he see po po | |
If he stalk ya while ya jaywalking looking very awkward | |
He don' t stay far from the corner where they slang caine | |
He got the mega migrane sort of like his spider sense | |
That he can' t fight against | |
Me I' d rather light a spliff, that' s as high as I can get | |
But Soopa Feen is super human, he got the crystal lungs | |
From the planet base with cream will get you sprung | |
And niggas wanna beat your ass for all the shit you done | |
But you fight crime in your own special way | |
When you in the holding tank and other fiends won' t let you get your way | |
You never catch a case cause your slick | |
High beams projecting, but you' re never caught with shit |