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