I'm not superman, I don't claim to be
What's up?
Yeah,
this is for all the real hip hop heads out there
I'm not superman
We're my lovers
I'm not superman
We're my lovers
Listen, it's been like one fourth of a score
And I ain't glad at all
Cause I been facing my pulls in the matador
And ever since Success or Plan B
A lot of people think it's been candy
Sweet and dandy, it can be
Minus all the envy and all these underground cats wanna slam me
Yeah I may have been quiet,
but f*** that I'm tight
You got beef with fright,
now shmucka f***a wanna try
My silence enacted charity,
and now I'm merrily enforced
Stoop down to your mentality,
better rappers an excuse
Face,
you're about to lose face,
the whole Sing Sing thing was a loose case
Sing Sing's a pan, short for penitentiary
SGS Singapore is Singapore's family
So tell Guzza, you choose a loser
And if I see your face on my show again I bruise her
Duality and styles distract, what's garbage?
Illustrate garbage, soldier booth, fat garbage
Where my love at?
I'm missing young cats and all that
If I fatter, what you call that?
You gotta suck it, you mad because I'm all
I'm all that,
you blast a track with your ball hat
And when my love act,
I'm asking your cats and all that
If I fatter, would you call that?
A lot of suckers are mad because I'm all that
You blast a track with your ball hat
A lot of people love us, but even some hate
And the feeling when you're dealing with dumb hatred's ungrate
Five years I met all kinds of people
Some minds are simple,
some kinds just grind your temple
Critics cause, I did it, I'm sick with it
Anonymous dissers say another kid did it
Word is it's in a limelight,
my leakin' rhyme right
But oh f*** that, this rhyme's tight
Might not my right, but am I right?
The f*** I do with my life,
it's my right Well everybody sins,
why mine's the highlight?
Now reporters stay nosy,
gossip and rumors Life is make humor,
sick of the brain's humor
My friends turn to snitches,
jelly does his fishes Try to set me up,
I hook me up in position
Now even Joe thinks I'm paranoid cause I
got this art Tense in danger every 40 yards,
so I roll up all the guards
Swear to God,
if it wasn't for the cream I'd quit
cause I've had enough of the scene
But walk the four elements,
key show performin' Foreign land torn,
now doin' a song with one
Kids is stormin',
bum rushin' packed shows But respect for machine and have those
Now all fingers up,
not one,
y'all would love that
Action hip-hop hits, now where my love at?
A lot of suckers are mad because I'm all
out But that's the track where you're wrong
I got emotions,
let out impossible in two verses So here's the third one,
part of the curse is first is first
I'm a make clear,
we state here that I ain't start Itchin' won't stop until
you're eighth year Dissin' to your maids chair is retaliation
The price you pay for thinkin' of eternal
patience After squashin' beef with ammo,
I thought it'd be like no problemo
Until I heard Kitty's a dissin' on the demos Not just that,
go other than that,
fat fam dissed by Bobby
Little sick,
hit a surf horn as a hobby Fourteen in races,
in real life Floatron will stomp you on a daily basis
A lot of internet nerds think they wild
in key stylin' and freestylin' No timing,
no hooks,
no production,
no beast,
pal
I'd rather write dope lyrics than come
up with wack freestyles I write songs,
good hearts listen,
the rest start dissin'
With snaky rhymes,
callin' partitions,
yeah,
only mention few from the nameless
Your overnight trick of gettin' famous,
the lamest ***,
the best,
he *** you back,
you gettin' owned
That's obsolete,
stay workin' thrown on your own But until that day comes,
kill a bull-ish and all that And realize it deep in your heart,
I swear my love at
Yo where my love at?
I'm askin' y'all cats and all that If I fatter,
would you call that?
A lot of suckers are mad because I'm all that
Your blast track, where your ball at?
Yo where my love at?
I'm askin' y'all cats and all that If I fatter,
would you call that?
A lot of suckers are mad because I'm all that
Your blast track, where your ball at?