Super luv lyrics

Artist  : Ultra 
Song : Super luv
 
[Tamika Jones]

'Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it
Real' Magazine, and I'm
about to enter the minds of two of the most
controversial rappers of
one of the most underrated rap groups of all
time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's.  First, Kool Keith, why in your songs do
you always refer to the
words anal and rectum?  And why do you always use
the words doo-doo and
pee-pee?'

[Kool Keith]

'Because that's what the whole fucking rap
industry is.
Besides, I have other words like gorilla,
parakeet, giraffe,and
also.....monkey'

As I strike in your area, shut down close your
shops
Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite
on pork chops
Your style is greasy, so what your hair is nappy
peasy
I wet your brain and tie your penis to the two
train
Drag you down the tracks, spray paint like
artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared with
dog doo-doo
You know my trash bags are packed, lick my nut
sacs
Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like
mildew
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop your
marketing
When you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and
You could never be classic, your rappin skill's
plastic
All that hard and mean look I'll get your ass
kicked
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your
pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real
brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop, no niggas bound to make my head bop
So save that cartoon shit for Saturday
Everything is booty
 
Between your legs you sport a cootie
Don't fuck with me

[Tamika Jones]
'Holy anal catastrophe Kool Keith, that's fucking
amazing!  But I think
your fans will want to know how you'll accomplish
this.  Can you
explain this to me?'

[Kool Keith]
With the A1 6600 phone detector
Y'all can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the
projects
Missiles dropped, your narrow hard times stories
flop
I'll throw grenades and blow your rectum out your
fucking block
Hush town, your staircase becomes a mental town
Cover your peephole, wires reach bombs in your
window
Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting
below
I thought so, your verbal shit wasn't fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the
fucking bomb
Three seconds flat your fucking chest splatters
in your palm
Iranian arab with muslim bells on my face
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the chicken
place
My helmet's from haiti, infrared's at my house
Uptown bronx with cheese traps for you fucking
mouse
Federal tax bullshit I light your real estate
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's tied to a milk
crate
Suck my nuts with dual tube night vision goggles
Biological agents blew Waco Texas
Dynamite's packed in trunks, alarms on your Lexus
Suck my dick for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll catch you out there, your crew'll have grey
hair

[singing]
'Super luv, super luv, baby, super luv, superman,
superman luv, lois
lane, superman luv, superman.'