Pressure - 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** 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**s 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**er, 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 ma** of d** on the dash Boy, boy... motherf** you and your rhyming, kid Lost in the line, shoulda followed it Everybody rap label me a h*monym Prominent... d** be, must be looking through the windows to the soul mind-reading And it's pretty clear now that your b**h saying she wanna f** me f** with me, I'm not tippin' Buscemi in the joint, you a boy in blue... We don't f** 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 s**s because we know a hero's gotta die someday