The Campaign - Lord Superb

See Listen, I’m the Pope of the rock, I ain’t talking religion

Got the city on lock, I ain’t talking about prison

Got the pot, Stove, Coke in the kitchen

We sell it while we cook it, You can smoke in the kitchen

Just had a son, Baby need new shoes

I’m getting ready for the summer, Baby blue coupe

I’m off parole, Back on my shit

It’s like I’m laying on the ground, The streets is back on my dick

Haters is still hate’n so that fifth’s on my hip

Got in touch with the connect, I’m back on my trips

One car in front, One behind

Cause I need like five pussies and one behind, That’s it

The President’s back, Yall can vote for me

Yall can vote for he, He is, The candidate to vote for

The President of Farrock America is back

Listen, Listen, Listen, Uhh, Uhh

Farrock America, Lets go, Lets go

I’mma step out clean in this shit, Dress mean in this shit

Thug life, I’m the zenith to it

I’m Joe Clark in a Farnsworth, I’m leaning in a bent

You like that color, What’s that green, No it’s mint

I just signed for a mil, They think I’m dealing now

The Jacob look like diamonds on the sofa in the Steelers' Lounge

They wanna say Perb’s the nigga

When I come through in an Ambulance on chrome

That’s how I’m hurting niggas, I’m back, By un-popular demand

The hood is calling, It’s my number one fan

Your boy is here, My voice is clear

Plus I got a nice hook, High hat and snare

Rebirth of the street poets, Urban author

New generation swagger with faces of our Fathers

We all targets, They want us extinct

Did my first state bid at the age of sixteen

Now they got paper on me, But I got paper homie

Give some to a lawyer, Tell him take them cases off me

My S Block niggas keeping it funky

When you hear this shit, Beat up your bunky

Your men ain’t changed, I’m still G’d up and hungry

Tryna be knee deep up in money, Feet up and comfy

The President’s back, Yall can vote for me

I’m the canidate to vote for, No hook, No nothing

This is just campaigning, For real, Farrock America

The ad-libs will be crazy, I’m telling yall niggas man

Listen, I just don’t talk about heaters and crack

I’m an emcee, What type of emcee’n is that

Let’s talk about the flow for a minute

To gangstas and thugs, We’ll be back to the dough in a minute

The word play’s serious, Flow’s Niagara

The whole hood know I’m hard and I don’t fuck with Viagra

A couple years back I had the heat spraying

Pause for a sec, Let’s hear what the street’s saying

The street say he the best and he real

Plus his flow’s like water, It go great with an ecstasy pill