Super Luv Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D][B][Bb]
"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
contro[Am]versial rap[D]pers of
[B]One of the most underrated [Bb]rap groups of all time,
[D]the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, [B]cool Keith,
why [Bb]in your songs do you always refer to the
Words anal [A]and rectum? [D]And why do you
al[B]ways use the [Bb]words doo- doo and

[Verse 2]
Pee- pee?"
[Bb]"Because that's what [Am]the whole
fucking [D]rap industry [Bb]is.
Besides, I have other words like gorilla,
para[A]keet, [D]gir[B]aff[Bb]e,and
Also, monkey"
[Am]As I strik[D]e in your area, shut

[Verse 3]
down close your [Bb]shops
Your crew got high blood pressure,
you still bite on [Am]pork chops
[D]Your style is greasy,
so [B]what your hair is [Bb]nappy peasy
I wet your brain and tie your
penis to the [A]two train
[D]Drag you down the tracks,
spray paint [B]like arti[Bb]facts
With the rest of your crew,
tied and smeared with dog [Am]doo- doo
[D]You know my [Bb]trash bags are packed,
lick my nut sacs
Emcees are still wack,
on the new smell like [Am]mildew
[D]Gimmicks is your p[Bb]lan, strategy
is stop your marketing
When you rhyme the mic steps
from the [Am]socket and
[Bb]You could never be classic,
your r[Bb]appin skill's plastic
All that hard and mean look I'll
get your [Am]ass kicked
[D]Pistol whupped [Bb]like a bitch,
get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover,
corny on the [Am]real brother
[D]Keep that mop [Bb]down,
just [B]like your album sound
You [Bb]flop, no niggas bound
to make my [A]head bop
[D]So save that [Bb]cartoon shit
for Saturday
Everything is booty
Between your legs you sport a [Am]cootie
Don't [D]fuck with me
[B]"Holy

[Verse 4]
[Bb]anal catastrophe cool Keith,
that's fucking [A]amazing! But I think
[D]Your fans will want to know [B]how you'll
accom[Bb]plish this. Can you
Explain this to me?"
[A]Wit[Bb]h the

[Verse 5]
A1 6600 phone detector
Y'all can't tap my shit,
eavesdropping in the [A]projects
[Bb]Missiles dropped,
your narrow hard times s[Bb]tories flop
I'll throw grenades and blow
your rectum out your [Am]fucking block
[Bb]Hush town,
your staircase becomes a mental town
Cover your peephole,
wires reach bomb[Am]s in your window
[D]Your elevator [Bb]stopped,
your bubblegum sitting below
I thought so, your verbal shit
wasn't [Am]fucking pro
[D]Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl,
see the [Bb]fucking bomb
Three seconds flat your fucking
chest [Am]splatters in your palm
[D]Iranian arab with mus[Bb]lim
bells on my face
Skeleton bones,
I stash bazookas in the [Am]chicken place
My helmet's [Bb]from haiti,
infrared's at my house
Uptown bronx with cheese traps
for you fucking mouse
Federal tax bu[Bb]llshit
I light your real estate
Raw in to stop (?), your
asshole's tied to a [Am]milk crate
[D]Suck my nuts with dual [Bb]tube
night vision goggles
Biological agents blew Waco
[Am]Texas[D]
Dynamite's packed in trunks,
[Bb]alarms on your Lexus
Suck my dick for real, my [Am]44 mag is steel
[Dm]I'll catch you out there, your
crew'll have [Bb]grey hair

[Verse 6]
"Super [Bb]luv, [Am]supe[D]r[B][Bb]
luv, baby, [A]su per luv,
[D]sup[B]erm[Bb]an,
[Am]su perman lu[D]v, lois[Bb]
Lane, super[Am]man l[D]uv,
superman[Bb]."

[Outro 1]
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