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

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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`

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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

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