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09-13-07, 02:04 AM | #1 | |
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The Man Of Steel - Rap Superhero
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HOOK: Look up in the sky, its a bird, its a plane/ Nah, its the rap superhero here to take back the game/ Don't do it for the glory, the riches, the fame/ I do it for the game, Superman is the name/ Yo, in the sky, its a bird, its a plane/ No, its the souped up rap Superhero, Superman is the name/ I'm the Man Of Steel, and yes, you best believe I'm real/ You can call me Clark Kent, I'll put a dent in your grill/ Not your teeth, man, I'm talking bout the front of your jeep/ Sorry about that son, I don't they don't come cheap/ So I fly around the world, reverse time and change the scene/ Who would have thought that an alien being would be MC'ing/ My incredible mind stores more information than computers/ Crushin' MC's like microphone holding Lex Luthors/ I save the day, fly back and come bailin' out the phone booth/ Step to the nearest cypher and remove some thugs gold tooth/ Son tried as he might to spit some lyrical Kryptonite/ But it was useless compared to the mics that I ripped tonight/ Then I flew off to the Fortress of Solitude/ Rolled up a Super Blunt, got Super High, and ate a hell of alot of food/ Then it was back to the streets, looking for rap villians/ Found a minor punk lookin' wack, thinkin' he was illin'/ I straightened him out, I was on my way/ When I heard this voice call out to me, "Hey!"/ Cape whirling around me, I turned to face this menace/ It was another wannabe, who called himself MC Pathetic/ The title was apt considering the boy couldn't rap/ But it didn't stop him from constantly trying to attack/ Your truly, Earth's greatest superhero champion/ So I took a nap and then/ Flew off to the sun and back again/ Only to discover the kid was still kickin' those nonsense lyrics/ I tried to cover my ears, but my Super Hearing kept me hearin' it/ I gotta end this, he must have found my only weakness/ I get faded when I hear these criminally wack MC's speeches/ In a flash, I bounced to the top of the Empire State/ And kicked a rhyme about Krypton, but no one could relate/ So I put the cape away, cause too much flyin' high can become a habit/ And I had deadlines to meet back at The Daily Planet/ Back to Clark Kent, mild mannered rap reporter/ Met up with Jimmy Olsen and picked up a fat quarter/ Put the dope in my pocked and sped off to get fresh, yeah, I had a date/ I had to pick up that fly honey, Lois Lane, at eight/ Look up in the sky, its a bird, its a plane/ Nah, its the rap superhero here to take back the game/ Don't do it for no glory, no riches, no fame/ I do it for the game, Superman is the name/ Met up with Lois, and she was lookin' like all that/ She said it was cute how I tilted my old school Smallvilee ballcap/ After drinks we head back to her place, and were just pullin' in/ When the radio flashed and emergency news bulletin:/ "Lex Luthor! He's escaped, and he's on the lam!/ The police can't catch him, only Superman can!"/ Hearing this, I began to sweat/ Things were just gettin' started, and I ain't wanna leave yet!/ But duty calls, so after a quick dose of X-Ray vision/ I set to work on getting Lex back in prison/ After all, he's the worst rhyme purpetrator of all time/ Mishandling and mangling line after line/ Bustin' into safes, and stealing rhymebooks/ Then stuttering his way thru the rhymes that he took/ Not to mention biting everything in sight/ And stiffing the cats he hires to ghostwrite/ Now be being the man that I am, I can't let it happen/ Defender of Truth, Justice, and Competent Rappin'/ Just then, I spotted him from above, the shine of his bald head bright/ And then I spotted his jewels - What! They were blinging with Kryptonite/ The dirty scoundrel, but I knew what to do, cause one thing he forgot/ I could melt diamonds with my turbo charged rhymes so hot/ So I started to kick it, from way in the distance/ And in that very instant, the rocks turned to liquid/ Then Luthor screamed for mercy, and cursed my name/ "Damn you Superman MC, won't you ever give back the game?"/ I said not as long as there were raps to be written/ Then I tied him up in a pretzel position/ The authorites took him and printed and booked him/ Then treated him for the burns my rhymes cause when I cooked him/ The press showed up, but I hit a phone booth, and out I sneaked/ Back to Lois Lane's, cause that girls a Super Freak!/ |
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