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[Intro: Tech N9ne] This beat's so dope, it make me wannna moap And I don't even moap nothing I don't moap weed, I don't even moap ciggerettes This beat make me wanna moap a newport, man Wishmaster I told you The city is in need of something a little bit more gritty So Imma call on my homie from Strange Music I mean what's his name again? [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] Who is he? It's your boy, the local ghetto Superman Who is he? The one who trap, keep the money in them rubber bands Who is he? If he can't get it cracking then no one can Who is he? [?] [Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] Look up in the sky, the guy's fly as a pelican Covered head to toe in this sucker ducker repellant Hailing from the city of fountains is what he represent A hood fab kickass thug, negro American Flamed up and Geed out, looking just like a peppermint [?] in the streets got opponents deep in the deficit Niggas call him munk, cause he's far from what adolescent is When he getting crunk, he the only thing he be stepping with Passing with the gang, like a [?] Distributed work like a doctor petalling meddison Ran the local streets, blew up like anti terrorists In and out the game when he [?] Rubber band man, they fucking with what he stretching with 25 percent more pure than what you're messing with [?] so heavy, what gorillas get Brain [?] that's dumb, I think you better quit [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] Who is he? It's your boy, the local ghetto Superman Who is he? The one who trap, keep the money in them rubber bands Who is he? If he can't get it cracking then no one can Who is he? [?] [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] Fifty-nine fifty, my pistol is to the right of me Red Paizley patterns look good on me, so don't lie to me Keep just the gas, but you motherfuckers ignited me Kicking down your door, cause you bitches never invited me [?] probably the paper [?] position to profit [?] Perpetrators plotting to [?] People put the P in perfection [?] Thousand shows rapping, being where you wish you'd would die to be Two hundred-fifty thou, moves me into the Ivy league [?] sell outs, I'm tryna fill up [?] seats Bustin loose like JoJo, [?] Simpley amazing, I keep it all ghetto like Heard I got the A Team, strictly all rebbels I'm crazy off pebles, [?] Don't get addicted, give the kids an all special [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] Who is he? It's your boy, the local ghetto Superman Who is he? The one who trap, keep the money in them rubber bands Who is he? If he can't get it cracking them no one can Who is he? [?] Who is he? It's your boy, the local ghetto Superman Who is he? The one who trap, keep the money in them rubber bands Who is he? If he can't get it cracking them no one can [?] [Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun] That's my story in a nutshell, take it for what it's worth to you Street life and rap game, told me I had a perpis too [?] putting in a whole lot of work Sky's never the limit when stars are universal too Something for you to read about G 14 class, [?] Dirt up in the city, well Blood, could you come in to sweep them out? Help you understand this the type of nigga they speak about [?] [?] I keep a pack of hyenas that'll probably [?] [?] on the streets [?] Work is never done when you're hustling for some millions Trust the [?] then discover what niggas really on All I got is me and my shoulders to put my city on All my words, so I don't [?] for anyone [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] Who is he? It's your boy, the local ghetto Superman Who is he? The one who trap, keep the money in them rubber bands Who is he? The one who get it cracking like no other can Who is he? [?]