Super Agent... He Is What He Is 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 rescue 

So he won't get fucked 

Ya 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 

Then nicknamin em 

Tra win their ass 

To be packin them stadiums 

In 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 

Fuck the trophy 

Find the loot 

Then approach me 

Land of milk and honey 

Can I get a quickness 

To the money 

Or a witness four ______ years 

I ain't wit this 

Hell with the ncaa ____ / because 

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 

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 

Starmaker makin stars 

Hockin burgers and cars 

Superstar 

How you get to where you are 

Chorus 

Chillin off the court 

See the nigga got bought 

Got kicked out the sport 

Unseen hand made em 

Kiss the ass of the man 

One cursed the flag 

Everybody ran 

Super agent where are you now? 

Have you found another brother 

To be your cow 

Cause you fumbled my shit 

And dropped the ball 

You won't even answer my call 

Bridge 

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