Album: The Separation
[Hook 1:]
Cocaine like the kid was born in '84
How long you really plan to sleep on me for?
When I decide to put my cape on the floor
Superman won't save you no more
[Verse 1:]
Your favorite rapper's be taking beats that I'm shitting up
Your favorite lyricist's tell me that I don't spit enough
10 steps ahead of you musically, how you plan to stop me?
Just count your blessings that I consider rap a fucking hobby!
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[Hook 2:]
Superman won't save you no more
Superman won't save you no more
Superman won't save you no more
Superman won't save you no more, more, more...
[Verse 2:]
Imagine locking the tone of Sarah McLachlan
The fashion of Jimi Hendrix in a box with the bible's doctrine
I look for potential wives, she looking for famous Johnson
She hungry for the Action in New York we call that Bronson
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[Hook 2]
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[Verse 3:]
She literally told me "you're too much of a genius
You're gonna be too famous"
She literally left me
Tell me that shit ain't a gift and a curse [x2]
[Outro:]
Tell me that shit ain't a gift and a curse...
Tell me that shit ain't a gift and a curse...
Tell me that shit ain't a gift and a curse!...
Tell me that shit ain't a gift and a curse!...
Tell me that shit ain't a gift and a curse!...