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Well it’s the super, the duper, the landcruisin trooper
? take action? at times, they hang on my rhyme like mr. cooper
I’m takin you to a zone that’s much far from wackness
So please could you tell me oh bud buddy can you hack this?
Yo, oh no, grab a hold of fadeables, gettin her flows on
Like flojo, rhymes in a marathon
Smooth like chocolate, so call me big mamma kane
Feels like another one goin out for her reign
Step back, because I happen to be on that plus tax
I got more subscribers than hbo or cinemax
Nile at the mile I rip style after style
Crack dope in all the vials, ooh I’m glad I used dial
Cause they can’t get funky when I’m singin my song
But I just flow on, and so on, I’m stinky cause I roll on
And then I hear rhyme callin I won’t give it a rest
That’s how I got the motherfuckin super on my chest
*chorus*
[snoop: fly through the sky gettin love]
[? : the whole wide world will watch me]
(repeat 2x)
Mister it’s the, masta aces of the spade
Rappin skills are thinner than niggaz on aids
Up up and away it’s the super soul sis
I talk so much shit I got, halitosis
I knows this, I flows this, I’m funky, you stank
You a walkin blood bank I whip y’all with my shank
Danks for the memories, remember me no remedies
Or end in the vicinity or catch a cap like a kennedy
Cause I’m the superwoman rapper I deserve a hail
Chasin mc’s, got em on the run like smurfs from azrael
No bluff, the magic I puff, I’m chokin sho nuff
I’m takin a bite out of rappers if my name was mc negra
[warren g: she’s hotter than the south land on fire]
All you mc’s desire, to run through my pyre
I’m turnin heads like the exorcist while flexin this
Cause it’s the super soul sis
*chorus*
Sat on the outside, but now I’m the arena
A superfly mackadocious one you never seen a
Soulful, cause I got a bowl-full of soul
Strollin because I have no vehicle to roll
But bring it bring it back to the topic of the solar mind
I can flow upbeat, to a slow beat, and be off beat and still on time
I rhyme, and swim waves of soul like billy ocean
Never ashy, lyrics that soothe ya like some lotion
Cause I can krush any groove bust on any move ya make
I keep my rhymes attached, like trains to a freight
Break ya achey like billy ray, I’m fuckin up the industry
And fins to be, nanu nanu like mork and mindy
*chorus*
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Lyrics: Warren G
