| Well it’s the super, the duper, the Landcruisin' trooper
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| ?Take action? |
| at times, they hang on my rhyme like Mr. Cooper
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| I’m takin' you to a zone that’s much far from wackness
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| So please could you tell me oh bud buddy can you hack this?
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| Yo, oh no, grab a hold of fadeables, gettin' her flows on
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| Like FloJo, rhymes in a marathon
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| Smooth like chocolate, so call me Big Mamma Kane
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| Feels like another one goin' out for her reign
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| Step back, because I happen to be all that plus tax
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| I got more subscribers than HBO or Cinemax
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| Mile after mile, I rip style after style
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| Crack dope in all the vials, ooh I’m glad I used Dial
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| 'Cause it can get funky when I’m singin' my song
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| But I just flow on, and so on, not stinky cause I roll on
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| And then I hear encore and I won’t give it a rest
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| That’s how I got the motherfuckin' Super on my chest
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| Fly through the sky gettin' love
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| (The whole wide world will watch me)
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| Fly through the sky gettin' love
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| Mister it’s the, Masta Aces of the spade
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| Rappin skills are thinner than niggas on AIDS
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| Up up and away it’s the Super Soul Sis
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| I talk so much shit, I got halitosis
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| I knows this, I flows this, how funky, you stank
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| You a walkin' blood bank I’m withdrawing my shank
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| Thanks for the memories, remember me no remedies
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| Or end in the vicinity or catch a cap like a Kennedy
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| 'Cause I’m the Superwoman rapper I deserve a hail
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| Chasin MC’s, got em on the run like Smurfs from Azrael
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| No bluff, the magic I puff, I’m chokin' sho 'nuff
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| I’m takin' a bite out of rappers if my name was MC Negra
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| (She's hotter than the South land on fire)
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| All you MC’s desire, to run through my pyre
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| I’m turnin' heads like the Exorcist while flexin' this
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| 'Cause it’s the Super Soul Sis
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| Fly through the sky gettin' love
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| (The whole wide world will watch me)
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| Sat on the outside, but now I’m in the arena
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| A superfly mackadocious one you never seen a
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| Soulful, cause I got a bowl-full of soul
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| Strollin because I have no vehicle to roll
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| But bring it bring it back to the topic of this flow of mine
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| I can flow upbeat, to a slow beat, and be offbeat and still on time
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| I rhyme, and swim waves of soul like Billy Ocean
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| Never ashy, lyrics that soothe ya like some lotion
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| 'Cause I can Krush any Groove bust on any move ya make
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| I keep my rhymes attached, like trains to a freight
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| Break ya Achy like Billy Ray, I’m fuckin up the industry
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| And fins to be, Nanu Nanu like Mork and Mindy
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| Fly through the sky gettin' love
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| (The whole wide world will watch me) |