Lirik Lagu Superman - Skee-Lo
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Ah, how many brothers been charged?Go through wires and set fires in my garageSabotage, I'm coming to you fools in camaflougheGods must be crazy, stole yo' style from the eightiesLookin' at that show lady, why she look like Brady?Shady business, wanna stop and look at my profilePeople like me be catching girls with Kangol hats on ArgylStyles, skills, I get ill everytime I rhymeQuantum leaps stole my jeep, gonna catch that fool in time'Cause I'm Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aimFame, Now I'm gonna live forever, never say dieBronze eyed and black guy with a black eye, fat lip, wanna set tripDang y'all, look at my watch, I gotta shake this spotSo pow, look at this brother with stiltsThinkin' his name was Skeeter, Mr. Nine MillimeeterWhat the? holy cowA brother hung a couple of sings from these treesThe day that I became an MC
[Chorus]
I'm your idol like Micheal, so won't you beat itI'm deader like Shredder, I joined the Foot now I can't be defeatedMis-treated MC's like it was the eightiesMy style is tigher than a wet lycra on a two hundred and fifty pound ladyMaybe, maybe notMaybe you should check thatPop this in yo' tape deck, play me in yo' cassetteOn Channel 7 News At 11 watch these fools get hurtHave you more confused than a Christian reading a bible in a Muslim churchCome down to earth, now ask yourself is worthLosing your title in a rap recitle?I've been vital since my birthMC's get vaided 'cause I'm over-ratedAnd if you laughed it, you ranBut when I blast it, you lucky you made itI'm the most hated MC, just like the OBYou'll be outy like last year, cookin' like Gary Coleman'Cause no man, no children or woman can get with the SuperI got the West Coast sewn up and I load up your spot trooperAnd ain't no to be continuiedWhen I get in you get looserHope that you get used to losingSo shut up and start thinkingBefore I leave you danglin' from my mic cordsAnd you hear me swingin'
[Chorus]
Put yo' gun away, Superman don't run awaySee I got x-ray, I can spot you like OJ on the freewayBut anyway, we can do this all today'Cause I embarass more people on national telivision than Richard BayeToday's topic: "MC's who set-up for beat downs"Sit down and tell me about your last lyrical melt-downYou come to battle you get beat like drumsAnd I'm a put you on the bus and send you back to where you came fromAnd I don't care if you don't like me nowYou go home and tell your friends I'm the mighty oneAKA Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aimAlso known as Skee-Lo, but you can call me Supreman
Super, SupermanYou know they call me Superman
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I'm your idol like Micheal, so won't you beat itI'm deader like Shredder, I joined the Foot now I can't be defeatedMis-treated MC's like it was the eightiesMy style is tigher than a wet lycra on a two hundred and fifty pound ladyMaybe, maybe notMaybe you should check thatPop this in yo' tape deck, play me in yo' cassetteOn Channel 7 News At 11 watch these fools get hurtHave you more confused than a Christian reading a bible in a Muslim churchCome down to earth, now ask yourself is worthLosing your title in a rap recitle?I've been vital since my birthMC's get vaided 'cause I'm over-ratedAnd if you laughed it, you ranBut when I blast it, you lucky you made itI'm the most hated MC, just like the OBYou'll be outy like last year, cookin' like Gary Coleman'Cause no man, no children or woman can get with the SuperI got the West Coast sewn up and I load up your spot trooperAnd ain't no to be continuiedWhen I get in you get looserHope that you get used to losingSo shut up and start thinkingBefore I leave you danglin' from my mic cordsAnd you hear me swingin'
[Chorus]
Put yo' gun away, Superman don't run awaySee I got x-ray, I can spot you like OJ on the freewayBut anyway, we can do this all today'Cause I embarass more people on national telivision than Richard BayeToday's topic: "MC's who set-up for beat downs"Sit down and tell me about your last lyrical melt-downYou come to battle you get beat like drumsAnd I'm a put you on the bus and send you back to where you came fromAnd I don't care if you don't like me nowYou go home and tell your friends I'm the mighty oneAKA Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aimAlso known as Skee-Lo, but you can call me Supreman
Super, SupermanYou know they call me Superman
[Chorus]
