Clark Kent

[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 shit 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 kills 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 Motherfucker, 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 Illustrating through the mass of drugs on the dash Boy, boy... motherfuck you and your rhyming, kid Lost in the line, shoulda followed it Everybody rap label me a homonym Prominent... drugs be, must be looking through the windows to the soul mind-reading And it's pretty clear now that your bitch saying she wanna fuck me Fuck with me, I'm not tippin' Buscemi in the joint, you a boy in blue... We don't fuck 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