Super Luv

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