Super Agent

Public Enemy · Other Songs - Public Enemy

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 the rescue so he won't get fucked



Run nigger 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 nigga 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 and then nicknamin' 'em



Framin' their ass to be packin' them stadiums



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



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 shit



Them championships don't pay for the head trips



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



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Fuck that trophy find the loot and approach me



Land of milk and honey can I get a quickness to the money



Or a witness no jizzle four years I ain't wit' this



Hell with the N C A A 'cuz my super agents paid



With his dollars I can buy a fuckin' 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 the 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 bitch



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



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now



Super agent, where are you now