Kick back....

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!/