My brutha got a red cape and a dope blue suit
Big "S" on his chest and fresh red boots
The homey got powers like a broker got deals
And he got more muscles than Geneva got steel
He foils every villian, 24 hour chillin'
Crook blood spillin' and evil dude killin'
City people thrillin', body bag fillin'
Ask him and he's willin', listens to Bob Dylan
My brutha flyin' through the air col' savin' the day
And when my boy swoops down, he always gets paid
The brutha's rude strength is what the suckas trip on
That's why they run around in the search for krypton
He got a steel chest like Fred Flint got Stone
Changes his clothes while he's talkin' on the phone
Don't be messin' around when he's comin' from the sky
Cuz if you wanna dis a brutha, Supe's the wrong guy
Supa man, yeah my boy is so fly
Supa man, he col' bustin' through the sky
He got a little betty, her name is Lane
She can't keep up with him because he's faster than a plane
She take the whole story, put it in the papes
Got his own page with all the stories he makes
Superman be flyin', evil dudes be dyin'
The suckas be tryin' but always end up cryin'
Villians be lyin' but always end up fryin'
His shoes don't need tyin', hair grease buyin'
If somethin rude happens and he thinks it's wack
He'll fly around the world col' turnin' time back
Because the boy got the hops like a kanga got roo
If you're breakin' the law he gonna swoop on you
Racin' planes, droppin' names, puttin' out flames,
My brutha keepin' it real
Red boot wearin' phone book tearin', grinnin' and bearin'
And now they call the boy Supe
Supa man, yeah my boy is so fly
Supa man, he col' bustin' through the sky
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My brutha got a red cape and a dope blue suit
Big "S" on his chest and fresh red boots
The homey got powers like a broker got deals
And he got more muscles than Geneva got steel
He foils every villian, 24 hour chillin'
Crook blood spillin' and evil dude killin'
City people thrillin', body bag fillin'
Ask him and he's willin', listens to Bob Dylan
My brutha flyin' through the air col' savin' the day
And when my boy swoops down, he always gets paid
The brutha's rude strength is what the suckas trip on
That's why they run around in the search for krypton
He got a steel chest like Fred Flint got Stone
Changes his clothes while he's talkin' on the phone
Don't be messin' around when he's comin' from the sky
Cuz if you wanna dis a brutha, Supe's the wrong guy
Supa man, yeah my boy is so fly
Supa man, he col' bustin' through the sky
He got a little betty, her name is Lane
She can't keep up with him because he's faster than a plane
She take the whole story, put it in the papes
Got his own page with all the stories he makes
Superman be flyin', evil dudes be dyin'
The suckas be tryin' but always end up cryin'
Villians be lyin' but always end up fryin'
His shoes don't need tyin', hair grease buyin'
If somethin rude happens and he thinks it's wack
He'll fly around the world col' turnin' time back
Because the boy got the hops like a kanga got roo
If you're breakin' the law he gonna swoop on you
Racin' planes, droppin' names, puttin' out flames,
My brutha keepin' it real
Red boot wearin' phone book tearin', grinnin' and bearin'
And now they call the boy Supe
Supa man, yeah my boy is so fly
Supa man, he col' bustin' through the sky
Big "S" on his chest and fresh red boots
The homey got powers like a broker got deals
And he got more muscles than Geneva got steel
He foils every villian, 24 hour chillin'
Crook blood spillin' and evil dude killin'
City people thrillin', body bag fillin'
Ask him and he's willin', listens to Bob Dylan
My brutha flyin' through the air col' savin' the day
And when my boy swoops down, he always gets paid
The brutha's rude strength is what the suckas trip on
That's why they run around in the search for krypton
He got a steel chest like Fred Flint got Stone
Changes his clothes while he's talkin' on the phone
Don't be messin' around when he's comin' from the sky
Cuz if you wanna dis a brutha, Supe's the wrong guy
Supa man, yeah my boy is so fly
Supa man, he col' bustin' through the sky
He got a little betty, her name is Lane
She can't keep up with him because he's faster than a plane
She take the whole story, put it in the papes
Got his own page with all the stories he makes
Superman be flyin', evil dudes be dyin'
The suckas be tryin' but always end up cryin'
Villians be lyin' but always end up fryin'
His shoes don't need tyin', hair grease buyin'
If somethin rude happens and he thinks it's wack
He'll fly around the world col' turnin' time back
Because the boy got the hops like a kanga got roo
If you're breakin' the law he gonna swoop on you
Racin' planes, droppin' names, puttin' out flames,
My brutha keepin' it real
Red boot wearin' phone book tearin', grinnin' and bearin'
And now they call the boy Supe
Supa man, yeah my boy is so fly
Supa man, he col' bustin' through the sky
Writer: Gavin McPhie, Michael Farr
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid