Super Agent Lyrics - Public Enemy

Sold black gold one strong buck 

To the Milwaukee bucks for a million bucks 

Just get 'em off the street so he don't get bucked 

Super agent to the rescue so he won't get fucked 

Run nigger run to the auction block 

But you can't pledge alliegance to the block 

This buck right here the right kind a stock 

For sale, for passin', the right kind a rock 

Auctioneer stern to massa falk 

Can a nigga go home where he used to walk 

Come back but super agent said, "You can't talk" 

I didn't know basketball had a balk 

The buck run laps while they run craniums 

Players be drainin' 'em, owners be claimin' em 

Super agents framin' 'em and then nicknamin' 'em 

Framin' their ass to be packin' them stadiums 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

The players ear word for word verbatim 

Super agent got 'em locked coaches be hatin' 'em 

Super agent wouldn't even come in my hood 

If I had no skills was wack and no good 

In my neck of the woods the leagues concrete 

And one can only dream about wood 

Yeah deal the grade let the bills get paid 

Pay respect to the projects and the half court rejects 

Scholarship save that college shit 

Them championships don't pay for the head trips 

Can I get a chance if I don't sing or dance 

Write about romance or wear short pants 

So I rave and rant you can't say I can't 

Get my grants col chillin' in a B boy stance 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Fuck that trophy find the loot and approach me 

Land of milk and honey can I get a quickness to the money 

Or a witness no jizzle four years I ain't wit' this 

Hell with the N C A A 'cuz my super agents paid 

With his dollars I can buy a fuckin' college 

Miss the rah rah campuses and keep the school buses 

Lookin' who's lovin' ya goin' for the jugular 

They know they can't contain me on the regular 

Pimps, pushers the pocketbook guzzler 

Would you pardon my father, Mr. Governor 

Thought he had it made dreamin' about a trade 

The thanks we get put the roof on this bitch 

Dark side of the room when he jumped the broom 

Super agent got this player nine figure wages 

Back of sports pages off ghetto stages 

Shootin' sleepin' pills and runnin' to the hills 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now 

Super agent, where are you now