Superman lyrics

Artist  : Lo Skee 
Song : Superman



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														   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  

  

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 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'  

  

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 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  

  

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