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md (canadian) - clark kent lyrics

[verse 1: md]
md spittin’? a secret that was best kept
they sleeping on me like a mattress in a large tent
never knew i rapped, similar to clark kent
i’m bruce wayne, peter parker with a dark pen
a superhero in the game with my heart
saving listeners from the sh-t meant to harm them… ain’t it far-fetched?
i gotta save ’em listeners from poison, spitting sick with it
knew i had the talent, had to admit it; the thing is…
i kept my spitting on the quiet
reception where i’m from ain’t comparable to kindness and direction on the atlas, america behind us
we love to hate… and everybody’s a clone
handicap at the beginning is a minus, similar to dealing with a homegrown bias
know i got incentive, making music timeless– from the outskirts of the screwface capital
i’m a rapper though, no k!lls for capital…
my thoughts are pretty rational, still i’ll tell you straight: i’mma blow like a radical
they don’t know that i’m a superhero coming to the top of the metropolis; been low-key
y’all know me, still the same md, og clark kent flow– no stopping this

[hook: md & pressure]
never knew rapped, similar to clark kent [x3]
md & presh rockin’ letters up on our chest
motherf-cker, know we up next
and they know we going harder than a tough test written by a roughneck
while we chasing down the suspects, on a mission to the success
hop up in the booth, flying to the top [x7]

[verse 2: pressure]
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh boy
me against the world like, old boy
sandals in the street like dough boy
no scholarship, i needed dough, boy
it was never like that… dreaming in the dark, visualizing what i had
ease the pain medicating through the pad
ill-strating through the m-ss of drugs on the dash
boy, boy… motherf-ck you and your rhyming, kid
lost in the line, shoulda followed it
everybody rap label me a h0m-nym
prominent… drugs be, must be looking through the windows to the soul mind-reading
and it’s pretty clear now that your b-tch saying she wanna f-ck me
f-ck with me, i’m not tippin’
buscemi in the joint, you a boy in blue…
we don’t f-ck with the ops
and i don’t even rap, can’t touch what i got

[hook]

[verse 3: md]
i’m pretty blind to the bull, like i’m scott summers
pull up to the scene with my shades on
they gon’ respect me while they giving me a five-star for my bars
four stars is ending with a gta cop hummer
i’m just playing, welcome to broken frame
i’m a kid from brampton finna change a game that’s pretty mundane
i’m clark kent cause they don’t know where i’m at
and it sucks because we know a hero’s gotta die someday

- md canadian lyrics

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