Public Enemy Lyrics
"Super Agent"

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