Walter Kahn - Superman lyrics

[Verse 1] Ah, how many brothers been charged? Go through wires and set fires in my garage Sabotage, I'm coming to you fools in camouflage Gods must be crazy, stole yo' style from the 80's Lookin' at that, that's y' lady. Why she look like Grady? Shady business, wanna stop and look at my profile People like me be catching girls with Kangol hats and argyle Styles, sk**s, I get ill every time I rhyme Quantums leap stole my jeep, gonna catch that fool in time 'Cause I'm Da Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeter, 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 Dag y'all, look at my watch, I gotta shake this spot So pow, look at this brother with styles Think his name was Da Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeter Watch out, holy cow-abunga Hung a couple of signs from these trees The day that I became an MC [Chorus 2X] It was the day that I became the Super Was the day that I became the Superman What? The Superman The day that I became the Super Was the day that I became the Superman Superman The day that I became the Super Was the day that I became the Superman What? The Superman The day that I became the Super Was the day that I became the Superman [Verse 2] 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 Mistreated MC's like it was the 80's My styles tighter than a wet lycra on a 255-pound lady Maybe, maybe not Maybe you should check that Pop this in yo' tape deck, play me in yo' ca**ette On Channel 7 News At 11, watch these fools get hurt Have you more confused than a Christian reading a Bible in a m**m church Come down to earth, now ask yourself is it worth Losing your title in a rap recital? I've been vital since my birth MC's get faded 'cause I'm overrated And if you lasted two rounds without getting blasted Well, you lucky you made it I'm the most hated MC, just like the homie You'll be outie 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 continued When I get in you, 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' [Chorus] 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 embarra** more people on national television than Richard Bey Today's topic: "MC's who set-up for beat downs" Sit down and tell me about your last lyrical meltdown You come to battle you get beat like drums And I'mma put you on a 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 Millimeter, with bad aim Also known as Skee-Lo, but you can call me Superman Super, Super, Superman You know they call me Superman Superman, Superman (repeat until fade)