The Man
Masta Killa & Superb Lyrics

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

My flow, right?
My music is what matters.

Everytime I did this shit, you niggas got hype yo
I've performed before and people love it.

Superb's the next nigga, respect for those before me
I admire those who came before me and those yet to succeed.

In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory
I'm bringing rap back to its former glory.

In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics
People on the street will hear my music and remember it.

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

And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG
I don't want to die like famous rappers Biggie and Tupac did.

And lose my talent to a cultured thug life
I don't want to become a rapper known only for thug life.

I'm a man, seein mindstate of balance
I'm a balanced and mature person.

takes years, fam', like fuck y'all plans
Achieving balance takes time and I'm not interested in your plans.

See, we feel like stars, shine like stars
We believe we're stars and act accordingly.

Fuck stars, fuck y'all, we examples
We don't care about fame, we're examples for others to follow.

Samples of the hood, thugs from the hood
We represent the streets and the people who come from there.

Young bloods in the hood like, they love the hood
Young people from the hood love where they come from.

They love the young bitches, nickel bags and guns
They love the lifestyle associated with the hood.

In the benches, we see it all off the benches
We see everything that happens in the hood from where we sit.

I learned how to sew seein niggas stitches
I learned from the mistakes of others and how they got hurt.

And the pain, don't even ask who 'bout the pain
The pain in the hood is universal, don't ask who is experiencing it.

They killed main, I won't maintain
Someone was killed and I won't stand for it.

By the bus stop, two blocks from the dust spots
There's a bus stop a couple blocks from where drugs are sold.

Somebody busted shots, they said Sam got got
Someone was shot and they're saying it was Sam.

Damn, he wildin in the back cab rap
Someone is acting crazy in the back of a cab.

That eat swine, fucked his arms and hold nines
Someone was affected by a bad diet and now holds a gun.

That's Far Rock for you, my block for you
This is what happens on Far Rock and my block.

y'all bitches niggas only live in jail 'cause ock know you
You only survive in jail because you know someone there.

When I come home, watch how shots blow you
When I'm released from jail, watch out for me.

Through the upholstery, even through your mom's groceries
I'll attack you even through the things you own.

Little Sam died three months later
Someone named Sam died a few months later.

He got set up in the elevator, his cape was regulated
Sam was set up and his status was lowered.

His name faded, he has a son by this bitch he dated
Sam's reputation diminished and he had a child with someone he used to date.

Shorty waited for two dead case kid
Someone waited for two people to die.

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

Then one day out of the blue, BAM!
Suddenly, something unexpected happened.

He heard shit like last names and cars rarin
He heard things like last names and cars speeding up.

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

My people stressed out, we seventy dead and starvin
My community is struggling, with seventy people dead and hungry.

Son couldn't walk through my yard past curfew
People can't walk through my yard after curfew.

I rose from an era of terror where it was legal
I succeeded in a time when it was legal to carry guns and commit violence.

to tote guns, get red and bust a nigga head
People carried guns and regularly hurt others.

And if pussyhole for dead, left pussyhole for dead
If someone is caught they will be killed and left for dead.

What the fuck was his song?
What was that person even trying to say?

Never heard of this till niggas started snitchin
I didn't hear about this until people started talking and spreading rumors.

I'm still stitchin motherfuckers up
I'm still improving my skills and taking people down.

I deal with high sciences, supreme refinements
I have advanced knowledge and skills.

Till any wicked germ is destoryed and burned
I will keep working until all of the bad influences are gone.

We the Gods without question
We are the most powerful figures around.

Prove what I'm manifestin, all show ways and actions
I'll prove myself through my actions and accomplishments.

Hopeful that, lick your cannon
I'm confident that you're going to fail.

I'm ill when I shoot to peal like Ed O'Bannon
My basketball skills are impressive, like Ed O'Bannon's.

In my head is a thought, perm cocked, off safety
I know what I'm doing and have thought it through.

Shots fired, follow blood trails to the stairwell
Someone was shot and there's a trail of blood leading to a stairwell.

Faced down, he lay sound, rounds to his crown
Someone is dead with bullet wounds to their head.

Shorty hip flock was midtown, big fly holdin him down
Someone is dead and others are paying their respects.

With the dead-arm, siren sounds
There are sirens echoing through the area.

Bullets chip brick, precincts followed by the ambulance
There are bullet holes in the brick buildings and the police are on their way.

Respond to the bomb threat
The authorities are responding to a threat of harm.

I picked up his MC tray through the masters
I took possession of someone's music through their hard work.

I'm sharper than my carpentry blade
My skills and knowledge are very precise.

The culture carven into mountains
My culture is ingrained and unshakeable.

The faces of my eight classmates
The faces of my fellow students are permanently etched in my memory.

That stomp through the streets of states for Protect Ya Neck tapes
We used to walk through the streets looking for Wu-Tang Clan tapes.

Wu-Tang T-shirts and bandanas
We wore clothing with the Wu-Tang logo and bandanas.

We snatch mics and snuff niggas who jack the rappin
We're competitive and won't tolerate others copying our style.