Lyrics
Yeah!!! Lyrical Superman
(Verse 1) I didn't need a booth to switch up the mood,
I just needed a pen and some soul for the food.
The phone booth was a bedroom, just me and the ink,
Writing rhymes on the edge, trying not to sink.
My cape isn't silk, it’s the sweat on my spine,
And these boots stayed heavy 'til I learned how to shine.
I see through the industry, I see the facade,
I’m a king in the booth, but I’m humble to God.
(Chorus)
I’m a lyrical Superman, defying the gravity,
Turning my tragedy into a reality.
Heart of Krypton, soul that’s been tested,
Arco gave me fuel, now I'm Invested.
Yeah, I’m a lyrical Superman.
(Verse 2) I’m faster than the doubt that was clouding my brain,
Now I’m catching the rhythm and dodging the rain.
I don’t just bleed ink, man, I bleed out the past,
Building a legacy meant for the last.
Kryptonite is the ego, the pride, and the fakes,
I’m moving with caution, I’ve seen the mistakes.
Arco’s the sun that’s charging my cells,
I’m ringing the alarm and I’m breaking the spells.
(Chorus)
I’m a lyrical Superman, defying the gravity,
Turning my tragedy into a reality.
Heart of Krypton, soul that’s been tested,
Arco gave me fuel, now I'm Invested.
Yeah, I’m a lyrical Superman.
(Verse 3) I hover over noise just to keep my composure,
Every verse that I drop brings me closer to closure.
My Fortress of Solitude? That’s in my head,
I’m waking the living and honoring the dead.
The 'S' on my chest stands for Struggle and Strife,
I’m the sonic architect, sketching my life.
No secret identity, I’m one and the same,
Arco lit the fuse, now I’m fanning the flame.
(Bridge)
Man of Steel, but the heart’s still gold.
A story of fire in a world so cold.
Arco held the ladder while I reached for the height,
Now the city looks different in the middle of the night.
Lyrical Superman.
Yeah, I’m finally home.
(Chorus)
I’m a lyrical Superman, defying the gravity,
Turning my tragedy into a reality.
Heart of Krypton, soul that’s been tested,
Arco gave me fuel, now I'm Invested.
Yeah, I’m a lyrical Superman.
(Outro)
My cape isn't silk, it’s the sweat on my spine,
And these boots stayed heavy 'til I learned how to shine.
I see through the industry, I see the facade,
I’m a king in the booth, but I’m humble to God.