Ultra - Super Luv lyrics

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
MCs 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'?

Because that's what the whole
Fucking rap industry is
Besides, I have other
Words: gorilla, parakeet
Giraffe and also monkey

As I strike in your area, shut down
Close your shops
Your crew got high blood pressure
You still bite on pork chops
Your style is greasy, so what?
Your hair is nappy, peasy
I wet your brain and tie your
Penis to the 2 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 nutsacks emcees are still wack
On the new smell like mildew
Gimmicks is your plan
Strategy is stop your marketing
When you rhyme the mic steps
From the socket and
You could never be classic
Your rappin' skill's plastic
All that hard and mean look'll
Get your ass kicked
Pistol whopped like a bitch
Get smacks by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover
Corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down
Just like your album sound you flopped
No niggas bound to make my head bop
So save that cartoon shit for Saturday
Everything is booty
Between your legs you sport a cootie
Don't fuck with me

Holy anal catastrophe Kool Keith
That's fucking amazing! But
I think your fans would want
To know how you'll
Accomplish this can you explain this to me?

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
I'll throw grenades and blow your
Rectum out your fucking block hush town
Your staircase becomes a mental town
Cover your peephole
Wires reach bombs in your window
Your elevator stopped
Your bubblegum sitting below i thought so
Your verbal shit wasn't fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl
See the fucking bomb
Three seconds flat your fucking chest
Splatters in your palm
Iranian arab with muslim veils on my face
Skeleton bones
I stash bazookas in the chicken place
My helmet's from Haiti
Infrared's at my house
Uptown Bronx with cheese traps
For you fucking mouse federal tax bullshit
I light your real estate royalties stopped
Your asshole's tied to a milk crate
Suck my nuts with dual
Tube night vision goggles
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

Super luv super luv, baby
Super luv superman, Superman luv
Lois Lane, Superman luv super luv