Super Luv Lyrics - Big Time - Ultra

Tamika Jones] 

"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm 

about to enter the minds of two of the most controversial rappers of 

one of the most underrated rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic 

MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in your songs do you always refer to the 

words anal and rectum? And why do you always use the words doo-doo and 

pee-pee?" 

[Kool Keith] 

"Because that's what the whole fucking rap industry is. 

Besides, I have other words like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and 

also.....monkey" 

Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops 

As I strike in your area, shut down close your shops 

Your style is greasy, so what your hair is nappy peasy 

I wet your brain and tie your penis to the two train 

Drag you down the tracks, spray paint like artifacts 

With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared with dog doo-doo 

You know my trash bags are packed, lick my nut sacs 

Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like mildew 

When you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and 

You could never be classic, your rappin skill's plastic 

Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop your marketing 

All that hard and mean look I'll get your ass kicked 

Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother 

Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp 

Keep that mop down, just like your album sound 

So save that cartoon shit for Saturday 

Everything is booty 

You flop, no niggas bound to make my head bop 

Don't fuck with me 

Between your legs you sport a cootie 

[Tamika Jones] 

explain this to me?" 

"Holy anal catastrophe Kool Keith, that's fucking amazing! But I think 

your fans will want to know how you'll accomplish this. Can you 

[Kool Keith] 

With the A1 6600 phone detector 

Y'all can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects 

Missiles dropped, your narrow hard times stories flop 

Hush town, your staircase becomes a mental town 

I'll throw grenades and blow your rectum out your fucking block 

Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting below 

Cover your peephole, wires reach bombs in your window 

I thought so, your verbal shit wasn't fucking pro 

Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking bomb 

Iranian arab with muslim bells on my face 

Three seconds flat your fucking chest splatters in your palm 

Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the chicken place 

Uptown bronx with cheese traps for you fucking mouse 

My helmet's from haiti, infrared's at my house 

Federal tax bullshit I light your real estate 

Suck my nuts with dual tube night vision goggles 

Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's tied to a milk crate 

Biological agents blew Waco Texas 

Dynamite's packed in trunks, alarms on your Lexus 

Suck my dick for real, my 44 mag is steel 

I'll catch you out there, your crew'll have grey hair 

[singing] 

"Super luv, super luv, baby, super luv, superman, superman luv, lois 

lane, superman luv, superman