Super Luv lyrics

Artist  : Ultra 
Song : Super Luv



 Send "Super Luv" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

[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."