[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
N***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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? [?]