| Haha, yeah
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| It’s Soopa Feen back in the house, baby
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| Yeah, bitch
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, Soopa Feen in the house
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| Gimme some crack, fool
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| I ain’t no bitch (?) I’m Soopa Feen
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| I’m the greatest superhero in the universe
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| Listen to me, fool
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| Listen to me, I’m Soopa Feen
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| Chillin
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| Chillin up in this bitch
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| Leaping over tall buildings in a single bound
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| Hey, how much you want for that?
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| Trade you these shoes (x2)
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| I’ll trade you these shoes
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| Bitch I’ll steal that shit from you
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| Nigga, I’m Soopa Feen
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| Soopa Feen he used to gleam and glow
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| Before he became a fiend for blow
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| Unredeemable
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| I seen him go insane
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| Straight from cocaine graduated to no brain
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| He went from Polo’s to no name
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| Pawned everything even his gold chain
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| Now his skin is dingy
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| He be singeing his lips on a glass tube and pass on food
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| His ass all glued to the seat of his pants
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| Got cuts and hella pus on his feet and hands
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| Completely entranced, Give this nigga a face wipe
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| Before he meet his contact, Commissioner Base Pipe for new assignments
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| Cause he said it don’t taste right
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| He used to cop that hop
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| So his face might look familiar to some
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| And now your boy’s plumb dumb
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| Running around the slums
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| Sticking out his tongue at young females
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| He sees trails, he thinks they’re aliens
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| He starts bellin' in the precinct, his feet stink
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| They throw him in the clink
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| Cause he 5150
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| Shit, It’s a place to sleep
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| Beggars can’t be picky, you motherfucker
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| I don’t give a fuck if it is in jail
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| I’ll be on the concrete floor
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| The greatest in the universe
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| Where my faulty folks at?
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| Faultor, baby
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| Come on, Faultor my faulty shiesty folks, come on
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| You know I need my crack
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| You get your amphetamines smoked up
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| We out
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| He got his Garfield and Odie beach towel for a cape
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| And safety pin he use to clean the screen
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| (Feen: I was a fiend before I became a teen)
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| Now he’s a vigilante on Delancey
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| Then ran to Chancellor looking for his counselor
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| (His trusty sidekick Faultor) for an ounce or a sack at least
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| (Feen: (?) the streets and then it’s back to sleep)
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| Well actually he got the master keys
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| More practices in the crack cave where they got a factory
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| Soopa Feen is skinny can slide through small areas for quick getaways
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| While Faultor pull the Derringer
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| That’s his ace
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| Shiesty as fuck
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| His specialty is gafflin' niggas, extorting their bucks
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| His best power, the invisible gank
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| If in your wallet there isn’t no bank
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| He contacts Soopa Feen with telepathy
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| Saying (Feen: You need crack man? I need some amphetamines)
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| He’s faster than a speed trip
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| Stronger than a nigga on ‘ron
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| He think he a superhero
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| Pshh, He just gone
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| Bitch I ain’t gone, yo mama gone
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| I’m Soopa Feen
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| I got all my fact-tilities
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| All my utilities, bitch
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| I ain’t home when I wear this cape cause I be flying
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| Sky high, sky high motherfucker
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| He can’t really fly but he uses a harness
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| To leap tall buildings in his undergarments
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| His teeth are tarnished
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| He was banished from Berkely
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| Now he’s up in North Oakland looking really perky
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| Never think he’s jerky
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| But he really is
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| He plays with the neighborhood kids with fizz
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| Coming out the side of his mouth
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| Sometimes he hides in the house devisin' new routes
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| So he could be up out if he see po-po
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| If they stalkin' while he jaywalkin' looking very awkward
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| He don’t stay far from the corner where they slang 'caine
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| He got the mega migraine sort of like his spider sense
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| That he can’t fight against
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| Me I’d rather light a spliff
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| That’s as high as I can get
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| But Soopa Feen is super human
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| He got the crystal lungs from the planet base with cream
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| Will get you sprung
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| And niggas wanna beat your ass for all the shit you done
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| But you fight crime in your own special way
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| When you in the holding tank and other fiends won’t let you get your way
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| You never catch a case cause you’re slick
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| Pipe beams projecting, but you’re never caught with shit
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| You know why I’m never caught with shit?
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| Cause I’m Soopa Feen, bitch
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| I get out real quick, fool
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| Just like a trapdoor
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| I don’t need your commentary
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| Quit talking to me you (?) and show me some respect
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| Nigga, I’m god (?) the third
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| Hey, I really need something though
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| I got a PlayStation
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| A PlayStation nigga
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| You wanna buy it? |
| 50 bones
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| PlayStation, nigga
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| Play-stee
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| That’s yo language, nigga
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| Play-stee, right?
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| Motherfucker, buy my shit
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| I’m Soopa Feen (x2)
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| You can’t hold me back, boy
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| You can’t hold me back
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| The greatest ever (?)
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| I’ll fault yo ass
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| You gotta do this man
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| Young Soopa feen
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| Really old though, but I’m young, younger, too
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| I be doin it back in your days
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| Back, back before you was doin your shit
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| Motherfucker, don’t try to tell me nothing
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| Del, Delarific, whatever the fuck yo name is
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| Funky human being
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| I don’t give a fuck about your human being
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| I’ll be peeing on your human being
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| Nigga, get the fuck out my face
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| I’m Soopa Feen
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| Quit talking about me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soopa Feen , by - Del The Funky Homosapien. Song from the album Both Sides Of The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп