| 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 | |
| [chorus] | |
| 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' | |
| [chorus] | |
| 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 | |
| [chorus] |
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