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No Superman

I already know I ain't invincible, we in these niggas' scopes

Mama said the realest ones always got the strength to cope

Fuck all the fame, we gon' leave the game with our soul

Jedi mind and we ain't never changed, niggas know

That's how the shit'll go, they build you up to back you down

Though it's wrong, nigga chain smoking black and milds

Four sips from blacking out, one song from Bill Gatin'

Classics in the catalog, niggas still hating

Not from trees but for cheese niggas still hanging

Lost my heart with my brother but we still praying

Life's a catch 22

Put the spark to my blunt, drown my stress in a brewI ain't Superman

I ain't Superman

I ain't Superman

You ain't Superman

I ain't Superman

I ain't Superman

You ain't Superman

You ain't SupermanWe start out as tadpoles in mama's tummy

And come out as assholes always wanting money

It's me, myself, and all the ones who love me

Cause when I'm on, they don't want nothing from me

Superficial shit be bugging me like

All the superficial bitches fucking me right

We make the superficial sound lovely right

I sell you a dream and you gon' fuck with me right

Is this shit too smart?

Am I saying too much? Is this shit too art?Is yo bitch that bad?

Do you really put on, nigga is that yo car?

Life's a catch 22

Put the spark to my blunt, drown my stress in a brew

When that real shit gon' come back home, it's been decades

Sick of this bullshit spreading over the airwaves

My hand hurting like I'm writing ten essays

My head hurting like I'm fighting ten ese's

Eyes hazy, blowing on kush crazy

Less TV, more books lately, home body

Flow godly, dreads look crazy

Niggas think I'm from Da Bush Babees, bars make 'em push daisies

Alpha, omega, problem and solution

and conclusion, the start and the finish

In a tug-of-war with this art and this business

That's why a nigga gotta play it smart with decisions

Occult symbolism in this art, pay attention

Pagan messages, these niggas lost their religions

They some, false prophets, the rhyme profits

They evade the truth, confront 'em, they go off topic

Don't compare me to these pop objects

You wouldn't compare Fred Segal to Hot Topic

All brains and beats, yep it's called logic

Getting brain from freaks we meet at y'all college, just using raw knowledge

Nag Champas, all conscious like Kweli

Niggas think I'm Wale, women wanna parlay

When I was down and out, ain't nobody wanna call me

See me on my grind, now they all late

But I ain't no Superman

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