| 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 nigga got drag | |
| Like a race car driver, plus i'va | |
| Spit saliva, liver, than mcgyver | |
| ("bam!") bump mo' bitches 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-ass groups | |
| Them wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loops | |
| They fakin like gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight/kryptonite | |
| 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 nigga don't need no wonderwoman, hmm, i wonder | |
| Who she been shuckin and jivin and fuckin | |
| Or some bitch 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..") | |
| [chorus] | |
| [rashad] | |
| The super nigga boogieman is out to make a killin | |
| So fuck 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, 'specially at the malls | |
| Ladies dressing rooms is where my duty calls | |
| A lot of super niggaz 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 niggaz, not captain save-a-hoe | |
| So back on up look, i'll catch yo' ass so quick | |
| And letcho' ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be fuckin wit | |
| I flash like lightning, powerful as bombs | |
| I flied back twenty years ago and fucked your moms | |
| And now it's ninety-fo', ain't shit changed | |
| But now you call me daddy, when you call my name | |
| Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain't down for combat | |
| I'ma super nigga, 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 mover" | |
| So wack mc's come step to these nuts | |
| And get your crews cut below half, nigga do the math | |
| I'm the m-a-n, mayne | |
| I got a fly bitch with an invisible plane | |
| Me and her be doin some x-rated shit | |
| When i get the skins, in the cockpit | |
| She be callin everything from mommy to jesus | |
| Just ask the homies, cause them niggaz can see us | |
| Cause them super niggaz too, from the crew | |
| So please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a super nigga | |
| [chorus] | |
| [king tee] | |
| Mr. insane king tee motherfuckers from the boondox | |
| I bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox | |
| I'm badder than the baddest inmate at (?) | |
| Retarded, but let me show you what this can do | |
| Create fright, niggaz 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 hip, 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 fuck that, i kick the ill flow | |
| And deep down, i know niggaz 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 shit 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..") |