[DJ Pooh]

It's the P-double-O-H in the sky

I don't need a cape cause I'm already fly

like a skydiver, a nigga got drag

like a race car driver, plus I'va

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

I'm 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 don't faze me, cause we can still fight

But look, it's all about comin (up) up (up)

up and away without bummin

But a nigga don't 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 she's Whiter than Snow is ("Too much of that Snow White!")

I think I'll fly back to the hood

Kick it with the homies where you know it's all good

I'll be the first superhero with a strap

I know I'm all that.. ("It's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..")



[Chorus]



[Rashad]

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, I'll 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 it's ninety-fo', ain't shit changed

but now you call me daddy, when you call my name

Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain't down for combat

I'ma Super Nigga, and you an Uncle Tom cat

When I'm rollin through the hood they wonder is he

the nephew, of Aunt Kizzy

or Dizzy Gillespie, and the rest be like

"That's the guy that's super, the fat track mover"

So wack MC's come step to these nuts

and get your crews cut below half, nigga do the math

I'm 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



[Chorus]



[King Tee]

Mr. Insane King Tee motherfuckers from the boondox

I bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox

I'm 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 MC's won't forget

Bust crazy rounds then load another clip (well bust it)

Like R. Kelly, "My mind's telling me no!"

But fuck that, I kick the ill flow

And deep down, I know niggaz is jeal'

cause I'm pullin all the hoes and dickin 'em swell

But hey, cut the crap, cause like herpes I'm back

to give you what you want, I don't front or skip rap

with the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with Tha Likwit

I'm 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 it's the great, the man with the strap

I know I'm all that.. ("It's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..")