Super Agenthe Is What He Is Lyrics by Public Enemy

Super Agenthe Is What He Is Lyrics

    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

SEARCH LYRICS