Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Superman, artist - Skee-Lo. Album song Superman, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 23.05.1996
Record label: Scully
Song language: English
Superman |
| 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 |
| 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' |
| 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 |