The Man
Masta Killa; Superb Lyrics

Fuck y'all niggas talkin' about?
What are you all even talking about?

My flow, right?
My rap style, right?

Everytime I did this shit, you niggas got hype yo
Every time I rap, you all get excited.

Superb's the next nigga, respect for those before me
Superb is up next and I respect those who came before him.

In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory
In these final days, I'm bringing glory to rap music.

In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics
People in the streets are listening and some will remember the lyrics.

In my demise, some will remember me in spirit
Even after I die, some will remember me and my music.

And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG
I don't want to die like Tupac and Notorious B.I.G.

And lose my talent to a cultured thug life
I don't want to lose my talent to a life of crime and violence.

I'm a man, seein mindstate of balance
I am a man seeking balance in my mindstate.

takes years, fam', like fuck y'all plans
It takes years, just like screw your plans.

See, we feel like stars, shine like stars
We feel and shine like stars.

Fuck stars, fuck y'all, we examples
Screw the stars, screw all of you, we are examples.

Samples of the hood, thugs from the hood
We are examples of the hood, thugs from the hood.

Young bloods in the hood like, they love the hood
Young people in the hood love the hood.

They love the young bitches, nickel bags and guns
They love young women, drugs, and guns.

In the benches, we see it all off the benches
We see everything from the benches.

I learned how to sew seein niggas stitches
I learned how to sew seeing other people's injuries.

And the pain, don't even ask who 'bout the pain
And the pain, don't even ask me who feels it.

They killed main, I won't maintain
They killed my friend, I won't maintain my composure.

By the bus stop, two blocks from the dust spots
By the bus stop, two blocks from the drug corners.

Somebody busted shots, they said Sam got got
Someone shot and they said Sam was killed.

Damn, he wildin in the back cab rap
Damn, he was going crazy in the back of the cab rapping.

That eat swine, fucked his arms and hold nines
He eats pork, has tattoos, and carries guns.

That's Far Rock for you, my block for you
That's Far Rockaway for you, my neighborhood for you.

y'all bitches niggas only live in jail 'cause ock know you
You only live in jail because other people know you.

When I come home, watch how shots blow you
When I come home, you better watch out for gunshots.

Through the upholstery, even through your mom's groceries
Through the cushions, even through your mother's groceries.

Little Sam died three months later
Little Sam died three months later.

He got set up in the elevator, his cape was regulated
He was set up in the elevator, his death was planned.

His name faded, he has a son by this bitch he dated
His name was forgotten, he has a son with a woman he dated.

Shorty waited for two dead case kid
The young person waited for two murder cases to be solved.

He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them
He would go after their children if he couldn't get the murderers.

Then one day out of the blue, BAM!
Then one day suddenly,

He heard shit like last names and cars rarin
He heard information like last names and cars revving.

The Larger Than Life niggas was about to leave here
The dangerous people were about to leave the area.

My people stressed out, we seventy dead and starvin
My people are stressed out, seventy are dead, and we're starving.

Son couldn't walk through my yard past curfew
My son couldn't walk through my yard past curfew.

I rose from an era of terror where it was legal
I came from an era where it was legal to carry guns and hurt others.

to tote guns, get red and bust a nigga head
To carry guns, get angry, and hurt someone.

And if pussyhole for dead, left pussyhole for dead
And if someone is dead, they're left dead.

What the fuck was his song?
What was his song even about?

Never heard of this till niggas started snitchin
I only heard about this once other people started talking about it.

I'm still stitchin motherfuckers up
I'm still hurting other people.

I deal with high sciences, supreme refinements
I deal with complex ideas and perfect them.

Till any wicked germ is destoryed and burned
Until any evil is destroyed and burnt up.

We the Gods without question
We are Gods without a doubt.

Prove what I'm manifestin, all show ways and actions
I will prove what I am working towards.

Hopeful that, lick your cannon
I hope, but be prepared for the worst.

I'm ill when I shoot to peal like Ed O'Bannon
I'm really good when I shoot my gun, like Ed O'Bannon.

In my head is a thought, perm cocked, off safety
In my head, I have a thought, my gun is loaded and off safety.

Shots fired, follow blood trails to the stairwell
I shot someone and followed their blood trail to the stairs.

Faced down, he lay sound, rounds to his crown
He was face down, dead, with gunshots to his head.

Shorty hip flock was midtown, big fly holdin him down
The young person was in the middle of the city, surrounded by impressive people.

With the dead-arm, siren sounds
With a dead arm, with the sound of sirens in the background.

Bullets chip brick, precincts followed by the ambulance
Bullets hit the brick buildings, then the police and ambulance arrived.

Respond to the bomb threat
Responding to the threat of violence.

I picked up his MC tray through the masters
I took his microphone tray through his music recordings.

I'm sharper than my carpentry blade
I am very sharp, like my blade for carpentry.

The culture carven into mountains
The culture is etched into the mountains.

The faces of my eight classmates
The faces of my eight classmates are etched there.

That stomp through the streets of states for Protect Ya Neck tapes
They walked through the streets for Protect Ya Neck tapes.

Wu-Tang T-shirts and bandanas
Wu-Tang T-shirts and bandanas.

We snatch mics and snuff niggas who jack the rappin
We take microphones and hurt people who steal rap music.