Ghost Dog movie - The Man lyrics

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Song by Masta Killa, Superb<br /><br>

[Superb]<br>

Fuck y'all niggas talkin about?<br>

My flow, right?<br>

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Everytime I did this shit, you niggas got hype yo<br>

Superb's the next nigga, respect for those before me<br>

In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory<br>

In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics<br>

In my demise, some will remember me in spirit<br>

And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG<br>

And lose my talent to a cultured thug life<br>

I'm a man, seein mindstate of balance<br>

takes years, fam', like fuck y'all plans<br>

See, we feel like stars, shine like stars<br>

Fuck stars, fuck y'all, we examples<br>

Samples of the hood, thugs from the hood<br>

Young bloods in the hood like, they love the hood<br>

They love the young bitches, nickel bags and guns<br>

In the benches, we see it all off the benches<br>

I learned how to sew seein niggas stitches<br>

And the pain, don't even ask who 'bout the pain<br>

They killed main, I won't maintain<br>

By the bus stop, two blocks from the dust spots<br>

Somebody busted shots, they said Sam got got<br>

Damn, he wildin in the back cab rap<br>

That eat swine, fucked his arms and hold nines<br>

That's Far Rock for you, my block for you<br>

Y'all bitches niggas only live in jail cuz ock know you<br>

When I come home, watch how shots blow you<br>

Through the upholstery, even through your mom's groceries<br>

Little Sam died three months later<br>

He got set up in the elevator, his cape was regulated<br>

His name faded, he has a son by this bitch he dated<br>

Shorty waited for two dead case kid<br>

He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them<br>

Then one day out of the blue, BAM!<br>

He heard shit like last names and cars rarin<br>

The Larger Than Life niggas was about to leave here<br>

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[sampled singing]<br>

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[Masta Killa]<br>

My people stressed out, we seventy dead and starvin<br>

Son couldn't walk through my yard past curfew<br>

I rose from an era of terror where it was legal<br>

to tote guns, get red and bust a nigga head<br>

And if pussyhole for dead, left pussyhole for dead<br>

What the fuck was his song?<br>

Never heard of this till niggas started snitchin<br>

I'm still stitchin motherfuckers up<br>

I deal with high sciences, supreme refinements<br>

Till any wicked germ is destoryed and burned<br>

We the Gods without question<br>

Prove what I'm manifestin, all show ways and actions<br>

Hopeful that, lick your cannon<br>

I'm ill when I shoot to peal like Ed O'Bannon<br>

In my head is a thought, perm cocked, off safety<br>

Shots fired, follow blood trails to the stairwell<br>

Faced down, he lay sound, rounds to his crown<br>

Shorty hip flock was midtown, big fly holdin him down<br>

With the dead-arm, siren sounds<br>

Bullets chip brick, precincts followed by the ambulance<br>

Respond to the bomb threat<br>

I picked up his MC tray through the masters<br>

I'm sharper than my carpentry blade<br>

The culture carven into mountains<br>

The faces of my eight classmates<br>

That stomp through the streets of states for Protect Ya Neck tapes<br>

Wu-Tang T-shirts and bandanas<br>

We snatch mics and snuff niggas who jack the rappin<br>

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[sampled singing]<br>

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