Super Rhyme Maker Lyrics - Kid Rock

Kid Rock Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast cover art
publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Robert J. Ritchie
release date: 1990-11-27
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Pop Rap
length: 3:38
producer: Kid Rock and Too $hort
mixer: Kid Rock and Too $hort
Bonnie shades
And a high top fade
So low you know on the mic with no aid
You didn't think in a blink no way

That I'd make the grade
But now you say I use to go to school with him
I use to go to dot dot bim
I use to know his older brother

I use to be his eighth grade lover
Talk is cheap and the speech is weak
He use to go with me, wrong you were my freak
I never gave a hoot

If a girl was cute
All I wanted was a piece and a knock the boots
And then they get dissed
Crossed off my list

Though a bend in my behind would get kissed
Just like so world the girls will go low
Just like Jock Custoe
And blow

Up come my drawers, see ya gotta go
It's to plain
Kid Rock's the name
And I run my game

From Frisco to Maine
Never fell in love
'Cause I'm a girl heartbreaker
But still I built my skills and I'm the

'Cause I'm the

Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, Yeah
Super Rhyme Maker

Come on, Yeah
(Come On)
Super Ryhme...Rhyme
(Come On)

Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme
(Come On, Come On)
Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme
(Come On, Come On, Come On)
Rhyme Maker

Stop the madness
You never had this
Wild style of my b-boy badness
Runnin' the show

Clockin' the dough
And Juliet get ****ed if I was Romeo, but I'm not
I'm Kid Rock
Flat top and all

Not Michael Jackson spinnin' singing off the wall
But making everyone how I thump like thunder
Got over like a mother
While you went straight under

And now you can't stand
The way I jam
Hold the mic in my hand
And rock the whole land

Man get jealous if you want to
But either way I'm gonna do what I have to do
'Cause I work to hard to make ends match
Started from scrath

And to a lot of crap
But now I'm like a wild horse no one can catch
And I'm a bad mother ****er
Believe that

I'll pop on top more flop no stop
Makin' every girl in the house want a piece of the rock
And then I'll bring a new swing
To make it understand the kid's running things

Mostly because I'm not an MC faker
And the rest because I'm the

Microphone master Super Rhyme Maker
Come On Yeah
Sup... Sup... Sup
Alright cut it

Sup... Sup... Sup
Super Rhyme Maker
Come On Yeah

Sup... Sup... Sup... Sup
Super Rhyme... Rhyme... Rhyme
Rhyme...Rhyme Maker

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CD 1
  • 1 Yo-Da-Lin in the Valley
  • 2 Genuine Article
  • 3 Cramp Ya Style
  • 4 New York’s Not My Home
  • 5 Super Rhyme Maker
  • 6 With a One-Two
  • 7 Wax the Booty
  • 8 Pimp of the Nation
  • 9 Abdul Jabar Cut
  • 10 Step in Stride
  • 11 The Upside
  • 12 Style of X-Pression
  • 13 Trippin’ Over a Rock