Superman

[Verse 1: KING KAIOW]

They call me King Kai, I was raised by wolves

But couldn't follow the pack, got chucked out at the age of four

Life became mature, blazing through a brain on pause

Too many weak links in my chain of thought

Call it a day 'cause it's making me weak

And it's more of the same in the face of defeat

Now I'd do anything to stay and compete, blatantly cheat

I'm talking aces up sleeves, faking in drees

I ain't keeping my head, I'm keeping the head

Deep as it gets, tell Daniel-san I'm sweeping the link, ha

Rep Cobra Kai

Dope as shite joyride, the beat on a stolеn mic

I'm damn sure too many men talk, breeze up in airlinеs

And that brings up brand new meaning to airlines

Square blind, don't care about their grind

You pedal but go low, it's like riding the airplane

That bread pie is as deaf as it gets

It's a shame he slurs his words, I can't hear what he says

Bless with the S on my chest, S on my breath

Done fucked up my life, now I'm effin' with death

[Verse 2: SONNYJIM]

It's the undertaker, Mr. Underrated

Mr. Different Hats, director, performer, manager and fucking agent

Mr. Can't Remember What The Fucking Date Is

All I know is I'm leaning, this trip took us ages

Tripping, lost in Vegas, running 'round the strip

With an empty box of trainers screaming "Will I be famous?"

You rap like the lead singer from Bros

Blud, I got this unlocked timing just like a synchronized watch

Stop talking 'bout you keeping it real

You got a piece but you're too [flank?] to pop it, so you keep it concealed

When I enter the cypher

The only thing you've got to look forward to is death like a lifer

You better off getting popped in the head by a sniper

I flash my lighter for all the extraterrestrial rhymers

I'm spaced out, reporting live from the same couch

Eat good, about to lock the game down

We be in a steakhouse, you be doing stakeouts (Stupid)

Let the doggy bags the size of your takeout

And I ain't trying to talk to none of you, I came here to rap

Collect my fee, keep it moving like I made it in flash

So to me, writing a verse ain't just making up some rhymes

And reciting the words, I've got people on the other side

Of the earth that admire my work

Take it serious, angry young man with experience

[Verse 3: JEHST]

I'm trying to see a panoramic view

But the fact is the plan is doomed, so I stay planning in my panic room

Packing zoots, I backed a few brews

They say I got a screw loose off the absolutin' fruit juice

I threw the coupe straight over the cuckoo's nest

You can start beef, I wanna see who cook it best

Anybody coulda guessed, look at Jehst

In the Superman suit, hairy chest with the crooked desk

Except for the Kryptonite, who could attest?

Half past the buddha blessed, the Budapest

It's the luminescence, a shining light

On the true and living essence, killing all contestants

When I drew the Smith for westerns

You can lift the Bucky from my cold dead hands like Charlton Heston's

That means no surrender

So any snake with a hidden agenda can't tarnish my vision of splendor

I had the premonition of better living

But right now all I got is junk food and television

The drunk dude rolling plenty parts

Emptying cherry blunts, jamming backseat of the bendy bus