[DJ Pooh]
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It's the P-double-O-H in the sky
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I don't need a cape cause I'm already fly
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like a skydiver, a nigga got drag
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like a race car driver, plus I'va
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spit saliva, liver, than McGyver
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("BAM!") Bump mo' bitches than a drunk driver
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Faster than a crackhead, mo' powerful
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than a loco when I gotcha in a chokehold
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I'm here to rid the city of them wack-ass groups
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Them wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loops
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They fakin like gangsters, turn into a Crip-tonight/Kryptonite
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They don't faze me, cause we can still fight
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But look, it's all about comin (up) up (up)
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up and away without bummin
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But a nigga don't need no Wonderwoman, hmm, I wonder
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who she been shuckin and jivin and fuckin
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Or some bitch named Lois cause the hoe is the lowest
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and she's Whiter than Snow is ("Too much of that Snow White!")
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I think I'll fly back to the hood
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Kick it with the homies where you know it's all good
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I'll be the first superhero with a strap
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I know I'm all that.. ("It's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..")
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[Chorus]
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[Rashad]
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The Super Nigga Boogieman is out to make a killin
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So fuck wastin time leapin over tall buildings
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Cause I can get loose like fluid
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Like diarrhea - I can, run right through it
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I see through walls, 'specially at the malls
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Ladies dressing rooms is where my duty calls
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A lot of super niggaz be trickin they powers
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Givin hoes money, and flyin 'em flowers
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(But can you think of one thing you ever gave a hoe?)
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No cause we Super Niggaz, not Captain Save-A-Hoe
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So back on up look, I'll catch yo' ass so quick
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and letcho' ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be fuckin wit
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I flash like lightning, powerful as bombs
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I flied back twenty years ago and fucked your moms
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And now it's ninety-fo', ain't shit changed
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but now you call me daddy, when you call my name
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Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain't down for combat
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I'ma Super Nigga, and you an Uncle Tom cat
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When I'm rollin through the hood they wonder is he
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the nephew, of Aunt Kizzy
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or Dizzy Gillespie, and the rest be like
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"That's the guy that's super, the fat track mover"
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So wack MC's come step to these nuts
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and get your crews cut below half, nigga do the math
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I'm the M-A-N, mayne
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I got a fly bitch with an invisible plane
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Me and her be doin some X-rated shit
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When I get the skins, in the cockpit
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She be callin everything from mommy to Jesus
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Just ask the homies, cause them niggaz can see us
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Cause them super niggaz too, from the crew
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So please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a Super Nigga
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[Chorus]
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[King Tee]
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Mr. Insane King Tee motherfuckers from the boondox
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I bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox
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I'm badder than the baddest inmate at (?)
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Retarded, but let me show you what this can do
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Create fright, niggaz scared to touch the mic
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I shock 'em, amazed cause the wino rocked 'em
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The best yet to like really catch wreck on the scene
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O.G. from the Alkaholik team
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I just scream (AHHH!) let my backbone slip
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Gotta get it on then take another sip
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Make it hip, a feeling MC's won't forget
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Bust crazy rounds then load another clip (well bust it)
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Like R. Kelly, "My mind's telling me no!"
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But fuck that, I kick the ill flow
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And deep down, I know niggaz is jeal'
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cause I'm pullin all the hoes and dickin 'em swell
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But hey, cut the crap, cause like herpes I'm back
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to give you what you want, I don't front or skip rap
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with the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with Tha Likwit
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I'm wild like a winner with the lot-to ticket
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But kick it, you could grab a comb and try to pick it
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The nappy head sound comin from the underground
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Oh shit it's the great, the man with the strap
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I know I'm all that.. ("It's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..")
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Super Nigga
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King Tee |