Superman Lyrics

Superman lyrics

Ah  how many brothers been charged?  

 Go through wires and set fires in my garage  

 Sabotage  I'm coming to you fools in camafloughe  

 Gods must be crazy  stole yo' style from the eighties  

 Lookin' at that show lady  why she look like Brady?  

 Shady business  wanna stop and look at my profile  

 People like me be catching girls with Kangol hats on Argyl  

 Styles  skills  I get ill everytime I rhyme  

 Quantum leaps stole my jeep  gonna catch that fool in time  

 'Cause I'm Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim  

 Fame, Now I'm gonna live forever, never say die  

 Bronze eyed and black guy with a black eye, fat lip, wanna set trip  

 Dang y'all, look at my watch, I gotta shake this spot  

 So pow, look at this brother with stilts  

 Thinkin' his name was Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeeter  

 What the? holy cow  

 A brother hung a couple of sings from these trees  

 The day that I became an MC  

  

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 I'm your idol like Micheal, so won't you beat it  

 I'm deader like Shredder, I joined the Foot now I can't be defeated  

 Mis-treated MC's like it was the eighties  

 My style is tigher than a wet lycra on a two hundred and fifty pound lady  

 Maybe, maybe not  

 Maybe you should check that  

 Pop this in yo' tape deck, play me in yo' cassette  

 On Channel 7 News At 11 watch these fools get hurt  

 Have you more confused than a Christian reading a bible in a Muslim church 


 Come down to earth, now ask yourself is worth  

 Losing your title in a rap recitle?  

 I've been vital since my birth  

 MC's get vaided 'cause I'm over-rated  

 And if you laughed it, you ran  

 But when I blast it, you lucky you made it  

 I'm the most hated MC, just like the OB  

 You'll be outy like last year, cookin' like Gary Coleman  

 'Cause no man, no children or woman can get with the Super  

 I got the West Coast sewn up and I load up your spot trooper  

 And ain't no to be continuied  

 When I get in you get looser  

 Hope that you get used to losing  

 So shut up and start thinking  

 Before I leave you danglin' from my mic cords  

 And you hear me swingin'  

  

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 Put yo' gun away, Superman don't run away  

 See I got x-ray, I can spot you like OJ on the freeway  

 But anyway, we can do this all today  

 'Cause I embarass more people on national telivision than Richard Baye  

 Today's topic: "MC's who set-up for beat downs"  

 Sit down and tell me about your last lyrical melt-down  

 You come to battle you get beat like drums  

 And I'm a put you on the bus and send you back to where you came from  

 And I don't care if you don't like me now  

 You go home and tell your friends I'm the mighty one  

 AKA Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim  

 Also known as Skee-Lo, but you can call me Supreman  

  

 Super, Superman  

 You know they call me Superman  

  

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