Black Bobby - Black Super Hero (prod. Best Kept Secret) lyrics

[Verse] Here I stand on the backs of a million They died for our lives before we was children Some of us, we trying to make us a billion Own real estate, fancy cars and them buildings I'm trying to build foundations like a Seminole And, stop the wars where they looking for the mineral I ain't really heard no truth in a minute, bro And watch the rappers, they salute to they general They talk sh** when I holler bout freedom Its been a long time, somebody got a feed them I ain't in the kitchen cooking nothing but Soul Food I fry your egg like your brain on dro, dude And, I ain't Ron Reagan. I ain't saying you should say no. I'm saying: take it You got to master your high. Open your eyes. See this ba*tard is fly [Hook] I think I'm Malcolm Little. Think I'm Dubois Think I'm Vonnegut. I'm the new Freud Think I am the leader. Leader of the people Got damn, I'm a black superhero I'm a black superhero I'm a black superhero [Verse] I think I'm Malcolm Little, red head in Beantown For ya'll to be down, had to catch my beat down I ain't King Kong. I ain't coming for your white girl She came to see me. She staying for the night, girl So, I'm a piss them all off. And, I'm a talk large till a n***a hauled off The Feds looking for me, they hoping I fall off Malcolm at the window, I'm holding the sawed off I'm popping to my people: they hoping we fall off I'm talking from my steeple, I'm holding them all off I hit them, slice them with the Hanzo Sword Black Bob show how the the rhymes go, boys I'm a be myself. Never tried to be no felon I ain't got no time for cutting watermelon I am all in they face for a Public n***a Moment Boondocks Bob got a s**er rapper on it [Hook] [Verse] I think I'm Martin Luther. Please say the Junior I'm coming soon, son. This is not a rumor Rhymes divine. I spit history, fools I sound like I'm schooled in them mystery schools Sound so Egyptian when I be flipping Flawless precision like I am a hitman I been on the list, man. Now I'm on top of that Stop it, cat. You can't see me less you copy cat I am the Captain of the Navy And, the blazer's still navy n***as, raise your cups up. Hope you drink well Youngan, I am famous on the f**ing Inkwell I was out the Vineyard while ya'll was writing lies down I'm in the booth now. Yeah, chop your pies now They all simpletons They wishing for my end. They sounding like Many Men