Lyrics Super Nigga - King Tee

Super Nigga

Its the p-double-o-h in the sky
I dont need a cape cause Im already fly
Like a skydiver, a nigga got drag
Like a race car driver, plus iva
Spit saliva, liver, than mcgyver
(«bam!») bump mo bitches than a drunk driver
Faster than a crackhead, mo powerful
Than a loco when I gotcha in a chokehold
Im here to rid the city of them wack-ass groups
Them wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loops
They fakin like gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight/kryptonite
They dont faze me, cause we can still fight
But look, its all about comin (up) up (up)
Up and away without bummin
But a nigga dont need no wonderwoman, hmm, I wonder
Who she been shuckin and jivin and fuckin
Or some bitch named lois cause the hoe is the lowest
And shes whiter than snow is («too much of that snow white!»)
I think Ill fly back to the hood
Kick it with the homies where you know its all good
Ill be the first superhero with a strap
I know Im all that.
(«its a crow, its a bat, no its.»)
The super nigga boogieman is out to make a killin
So fuck wastin time leapin over tall buildings
Cause I can get loose like fluid
Like diarrhea — I can, run right through it I see through walls, specially at the malls
Ladies dressing rooms is where my duty calls
A lot of super niggaz be trickin they powers
Givin hoes money, and flyin em flowers
(but can you think of one thing you ever gave a hoe?)
No cause we super niggaz, not captain save-a-hoe
So back on up look, Ill catch yo ass so quick
And letcho ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be fuckin wit
I flash like lightning, powerful as bombs
I flied back twenty years ago and fucked your moms
And now its ninety-fo, aint shit changed
But now you call me daddy, when you call my name
Cause youse a silly mortal, you aint down for combat
Ima super nigga, and you an uncle tom cat
When Im rollin through the hood they wonder is he The nephew, of aunt kizzy
Or dizzy gillespie, and the rest be like
«thats the guy thats super, the fat track mover»
So wack mcs come step to these nuts
And get your crews cut below half, nigga do the math
Im the m-a-n, mayne
I got a fly bitch with an invisible plane
Me and her be doin some x-rated shit
When I get the skins, in the cockpit
She be callin everything from mommy to jesus
Just ask the homies, cause them niggaz can see us Cause them super niggaz too, from the crew
So please stay tuned, for more adventures of.
a super nigga
Mr. insane king tee motherfuckers from the boondox
I bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox
Im badder than the baddest inmate at (?)
Retarded, but let me show you what this can do Create fright, niggaz scared to touch the mic
I shock em, amazed cause the wino rocked em The best yet to like really catch wreck on the scene
O.g.
from the alkaholik team
I just scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slip
Gotta get it on then take another sip
Make it hip, a feeling mcs wont forget
Bust crazy rounds then load another clip (well bust it)
Like r.
kelly, «my minds telling me no!»
But fuck that, I kick the ill flow
And deep down, I know niggaz is jeal
Cause Im pullin all the hoes and dickin em swell
But hey, cut the crap, cause like herpes Im back
To give you what you want, I dont front or skip rap
With the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with tha likwit
Im wild like a winner with the lot-to ticket
But kick it, you could grab a comb and try to pick it The nappy head sound comin from the underground
Oh shit its the great, the man with the strap
I know Im all that.
(«its a crow, its a bat, no its.»)