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PUBLIC ENEMY lyrics : "Super Agent...He Is What He Is"

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 $#&@ed
Ya run !@$@ 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 ^!$$% 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 $$#
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
%#@!
Them championships

Don't pay for the head trips

$#&@ 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 $#&@in 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 (*##$

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 ^!$$% got bought
Got kicked out the sport
Unseen hand made em
Kiss the $$# 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 %#@!
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

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