| -Look! |
| Up in the sky!
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| -It's a bird…
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| -It's a plane!
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| -Hee hee hee hee, naw! |
| It’s Sooperman Lover, baby!
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| -Daddy, Daddy!
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| -Would you please read us a story?
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| -Alright, get over here and sit yo big ass down,
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| Lemme tell you about the Sooperman Lover…
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| Ayo, I was out to lunch and shit
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| Puffin’on a blunt to get my head read (y)
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| Boogie’n to my walkman
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| With an S on my chest
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| (Bust a move!)
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| Yes I’m a Superhero, don’t forget
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| I smoke mad niggas
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| So to hell with cigarettes
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| But anyway,
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| Let’s get back to this skit
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| You know who the fuck I am So git off that ol’bull-SHUCKS
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| Lunchtime was up, (FUCK!!)
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| Let me jet, Or i’ll collect unemployment bucks
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| On the way back, black,
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| I spotted this object, a stray cat
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| Stuck in a tree
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| With a tag that says that:
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| If found,
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| Please return to this address
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| (How did you see it)?
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| Nigga! |
| Wit my X-Ray eye set!
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| Like Pchoooooooww!
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| I jetted to the closest phone-booth
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| Quick fast,
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| I dipped into my Sooperlover suit…
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| (I can leap,
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| tall buildings
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| In a single bound…)
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| BOOOM!!!
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| Right through the fuckin’phone-booth ceiling!
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| (IT'S A PLANE!)
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| Naw, Sooperman Lover’s the name
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| I can slam King-Kong
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| And pick up freight trains
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| On a mission,
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| To save this cat/that was wishin'
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| He was in his litter
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| Watchin’Fritz on channel 6'n
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| Relaxin'
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| feet cocked-up/ just a little
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| With a cod cocktail
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| And a bowl, of tender vittles
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| I snatched, him
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| Took off through the air like a pigeon
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| Quick so he won’t start
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| meowin’and bitchin'
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| The letter in cat’s tag address (?)
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| said THE PROJECTS
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| (Elevator's broke!)
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| So I had to take the back steps
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| (Knock, Knock)
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| The door opened
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| then my eyes swole
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| from this BADASS DAME (Damn!)
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| Sippin’a quart of Old Gold
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| -Yo, is this your cat?
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| -Awww, yes! |
| Where’d you find him at?
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| -He was stuck in a tree,
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| Around Uptown Manhattan
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| -Well how the hell did you save him?
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| Are you Police/Undercover?
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| -Naw baby,
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| The S on my chest stands for:
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| Chorus: Sooperman Lover (Yeah!)
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| Baby call him the Sooperman Lover
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| Something wrong…
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| Something wrong, indeed
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| Something wrong. |
| Yes, yes indeed…
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| She was grateful
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| Lookin’for ways to repay me No money,
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| A donut, and some. |
| uhm coffee maybe?
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| Of course
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| What kind of sauce (?) did I take?
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| Make my donut Jelly
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| And my coffee Sanka
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| We sat,
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| Unhooked the cape from the back
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| She felt my arms
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| 'Cause my pythons looked stacked
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| Goddamn, Sooperlover!
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| Yo shit looks thick
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| Tell me, how strong are you
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| With muscles like this? |
| (you bad motherfucker!)
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| (I'm stronger than a locomotive)
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| I’ll keep hittin ya like Rocky
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| She ran to the room
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| And came back with a (?)
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| Negligee, high-heeled shoes,
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| Wit’a blunt in her mouth
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| Ready to roll up,
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| Hey hold up/ she had the dollar fold (ed) up To mix the coke with the smoke
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| Yo, she was no joke
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| She took a sniff,
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| Some got on her top lip
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| That bitch stuck out her tounge
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| and gave her top lip a lick
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| and said: -Here baby, hit it.
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| -Naw baby, I ain’t wit’it
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| You’d need more than a body
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| To make me wanna hit that shit!
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| But I’ll hit the blunt
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| So she took out her fronts
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| Cracked the philly
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| Opened the bag and laid out the skunk
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| Then I took a long pull
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| It was hype/ outtasite
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| We ran into the bedroom
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| So I cracked my pants for head room
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| Later, tossed the covers
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| And oh, brother! |
| I was wit’it
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| Ready to hit it Asked my dick, YO, WHASSUP GEE?
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| Yo man, shit’s thick
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| Licked her down her belly
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| And kissed her on her back
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| Stuck my hands betewwn the legs
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| And I felt the bozack (!)
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| As big as mine (YO!)
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| This bitch must be craze,
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| So I threw my suit on And I was Swayze…
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| 'Cause I’m the: |