Artist: Lord Superb Album: Superb Clientele Song: The Campaign Typed by: pneumatic [Lord Superb] See Listen, I'm the Pope of the rock, I aint talking religion Got the city on lock, I aint 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 [Interlude: Lord Superb] 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 [Lord Superb] I'ma 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 man aint changed, I'm still G'd up and hungry Tryna be knee deep up in money, Feet up and comfy [Interlude: Lord Superb] 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 [Lord Superb] 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