Slap you in the face with the unexpected/ at yah girls place making breakfast/ run yah necklace/ leave yah twins with the headless horsemen/ a living abortion/ Darko, the name's heavy in the streets/ turn yah brain to spaghetti on the beat/ it's the negative creep/ even if you kill me I'll still be in your fucking dreams/ hustling schemes/ what you know bout me?/ I be the S U P/ E R/ see y'all in hell/ separating cells/ to Melle Mel/ as the record spins on the Numark/ I spit a few darts to the instrumental side/ rap game Incesticide/ chemically unbalanced/ the foulest of em all/ held the mic like a holy chalice and gave it to yah raw/ the super/ but this ain't no Smallville/ most illinest had them batty boys all killed/ Darko never sold his soul on no Amazon/ rather pin his eyelids back and watch "Who's the Boss?" Marathons/ selling Chapstick to wack rappers/ who have it ass backwards/ like philosopher turned back up dancer/ doing the humpty hump/ jumped off the roof like Billy Jacobs/ they crowned the false prophet with his silly make up/ wake up its the first of the month and the systems down/ ain't gon' tell yah again, open the pod bay door's Hal/

Wow how he do it?
The super get so stupid
Make the crowd just lose it
Put a twist of funk in the music
Just don't abuse it, yeah