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I'm NYCE and I'm a rapper who doesn't focus on the things normal rappers focus on. I don't cuss, or rap about drugs sex or violence. The time for that, in my mind, has passed
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #936
Peak in subgenre #80
Author
2NYCE
Uploaded
February 20, 2007
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:50
Story behind the song
Lyrical Superman
Lyrics
Hook:
I come outta phone booths leaving the suit and the glasses
Don’t need any heat vision reduce you rappers to ashes
The fastest master of the flow and can’t nobody see me
Opposite of Michael Jackson can’t nobody beat me
Verse One:
What that’s that up in the sky? It ain’t no bird or a plane
With the lyrics on this on I’m bout to start up a flame
When I put the pen to the paper it’s like striking a match on a box
The boy is sicker wit it quicker wit it vicious wit it nigga with a lyrical pistol and he bout to let it pop
Automatic acrobatic flippin the flow to real slow
From a cheetah to a turtle still killin you with the flow
I’m lyrically versatile, have you dudes sayin wow
When I spit I sap ya strength can’t even throw in the towel
The flow is invincible and the presentation super
My last name is Kent but I be spitten that Lex Luthor
Never playin D always on lyrical offense
Attack you dudes underwater and call it nautical nonsense
I will leave you rappers beaten leave you in the water sinkin
If this a show about two mice let’s say you dudes is pinky
And I am the brain ayo my flow is insane
Put a strate jacket on my tongue and lock my pen up in chains
Hook (2x)
Verse Two:
Lois calls me Superman and Jimmy calls me C.K.
A product of Smallville I’m about to save the game
My flow is incredible and your wack lyrics it quells
Put in wooden prison ay kay ay a splinter cell
I’m smooth and deadly wit it call me double o seven
Like I said I’m crazy wit it there’s a madness to my method
I’m serving defeat and humility and please believe I got plenty
Y’all getting plate after plate cuz this is my form of thanksgiving
And Christmas is coming I dare ya’ll kids to try and get me
If I gave your skill to you in presents then the boxes would be empty
Tempt me my losses never get from zero to at one
Tell me why my flow a rifle and these rappers just cap guns
Superman in this game but to you dudes I’m a fiend
I ain’t green and sky blue but still a mystery machine
Not even with mystery inc can you rappers get a clue
The flow I got is terminal and the best of y’all got a flu
Hook (2x)
Verse Three:
The flow I got is stupid nice and will make you think twice
I’m always winning in rap like im rollin sevens on the dice
The way most rappers been flowin is nothing short of a crime
I’m the garbage man of the game so like denzel you outta time
This punch is the knock out the last two just set you up
You outta ya league man take this chance to just shut up
I got you dudes up in the game and rip you all in a minute
I’m like that dude Achilles only they dipped all of me in it
You rappers is straight clowns my dude the antonym of threat to me
Seein me on the top is what they call manifested destiny
I’m out ya reach like merchandise residing on the top shelf (Weezy)
My flow a heat seeking missile so I guess I’m killin myself
Maybe not cuz some-times 2nyce nice be spitten them cold lines
This nigga so bright that when I stop writing my words shine
My flow got accuracy like dem red shells in Mario kart
Getting at me’s like tryin to stop an avalanche with a dart
My words they got that heat and they be givin off steam fast
I throw a dudes hopes away guess I’ll call it a dreamcast
Not affected by weather my flow stay hot in the winter
When I spit I pop ya head back like a pez dispenser
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