Skee-lo - Superman Lyrics
Ah, how many brothers been charged?Go through wires and set fires in my garageSabotage, Im 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 timecause Im skeeter, mr. nine milimeeter, with bad aimFame, now Im gonna live forever, never say dieBronze eyed and black guy with a black eye, fat lip, wanna set tripDang yall, 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]Im your idol like micheal, so wont you beat itIm deader like shredder, I joined the foot now I cant be defeatedMis-treated mcs 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?Ive been vital since my birthMcs get vaided cause Im over-ratedAnd if you laughed it, you ranBut when I blast it, you lucky you made itIm the most hated mc, just like the obYoull be outy like last year, cookin like gary colemancause no man, no children or woman can get with the superI got the west coast sewn up and I load up your spot trooperAnd aint 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 dont run awaySee I got x-ray, I can spot you like oj on the freewayBut anyway, we can do this all todaycause I embarass more people on national telivision than richard bayeTodays topic: mcs who set-up for beat downsSit down and tell me about your last lyrical melt-downYou come to battle you get beat like drumsAnd Im a put you on the bus and send you back to where you came fromAnd I dont care if you dont like me nowYou go home and tell your friends Im the mighty oneAka skeeter, mr. nine milimeeter, with bad aimAlso known as skee-lo, but you can call me supremanSuper, supermanYou know they call me superman[chorus]
