King T - Super n***a lyrics

[Hook 2X] (Super n***a) (Soop...Super n***a!) (Look...up in the sky!) [Verse 1: DJ Pooh] 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 n***a got drag Like a race car driver, plus I'va Spit saliva, liver, than McGyver ("BAM!") Bump mo' b**hes 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-a** groups Them wack-a** lyrics with them wack-a** loops They fakin like gangsters, turn into a Crip-tonight 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 n***a don't need no Wonder Woman, hmm, I wonder Who she been shuckin and jivin and f**in Or some b**h 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..") [Hook] [Verse 2: Rashad] The Super n***a Boogieman is out to make a k**in So f** 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, especially at the malls Ladies dressing rooms is where my duty calls A lot of super n***as 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 n***as, not Captain Save-A-Hoe So back on up look, I'll catch yo' a** so quick And letcho' a** know we the wrong super n***as to be f**in wit I flash like lightning, powerful as bombs I flied back twenty years ago and f**ed your moms And now it's '94, ain't sh** changed But now you call me daddy, when you call my name Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain't down for combat I'mma Super n***a, 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 looper" So wack MC's come step to these nuts And get your crews cut below half, n***a do the math I'm the M-A-N, mayne I got a fly b**h with an invisible plane Me and her be doin some X-rated sh** When I get the skins, in the co*kpit She be callin everything from mommy to Jesus Just ask the homies, 'cause them n***as can see us Cause them super n***as too, from the crew So please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a Super n***a [Hook 4X] [Verse 3: King Tee] Mr. Insane King Tee motherf**ers from the boondox I bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox I'm badder than the baddest inmate at Biscailuz Retarded, but let me show you what this can do Create fright, n***as 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 hit, 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 f** that, I kick the ill flow And deep down, I know n***as 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 sh** 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..") Super n***a...