Clark Kent - DIEN2LIVE
- 10 years ago
A rap song about ridiculous rap stereotypes.
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LYRICS:
[Verse 1][DIEN2LIVE]
yeah I
work an office Job, a 9 to 5, I don't try to thrive
I'm not some deep rooted depression, sort of silent guy
my crew ain't thugged out, gangsters who would ride or die
cold blooded killer who fired nines my entire life
and I'm not a drug fiend, I never even puffed weed
but I guess I get it, never judge you cause you did it
but I prefer to stay up late, eat a giant plate of steak
listen to that 90's stuff, and drink a glass of whiskey straight
I may not run the street - I may not slang a tool
but I'll be quick to break a fool at a game of pool
in my favorite pub where I'll put you all to shame
I walk in, and they cheer, like everybody know my name
I ain't poppin' bottles in da club
in the VIP section with a model on my nuts
these rap stereotypes, and standards, I can't stand it
I'd rather be chillin, playing acoustic on my hammock
[Hook][DIEN2LIVE]
(who is that?) (mister boston) hold up, you got no proof
I'm in my disguise, 'til I'm in a microphone booth
(it's a bird) (it's a plane) everybody asking who am I
they'll never know that I'm a rapper in a suit and tie
man I feel like Clark Kent man I feel like Clark Kent
man I feel like Clark Kent man I feel like Clark Kent
man I feel like Clark Kent, (it's a bird,) (it's a plane)
changing my disguise isn't worth it for fame
[Verse 2][DIEN2LIVE]
well my
pants don't sag, my chain don't hang
and I can't rap bout the same old thang
I don't play yo game suppose I'm not the rappin type
but when I grab a mic I must appease my appetite -
'cause I barely have to write if the snare is smackin tight
so I hear the rap, and I can prepare a track tonight
I guess that what I wanna say is you shouldn't hate on me
cause I like to cleverly lay a rhythm to a beat
it's so pitiful as I hit you with the flow
I get shunned from the underground 'cause I don't fit the mold
but I'ma let you bitches know that I'm the bestest - I'm the
the quintessence of freshness, and I'll never rest until you get the message
this is for everyone who dared to be themselves
and they never changed for peasantry of wealth - and this is for
the ones who went on and sold themselves for the purse
'cause that's the richest thing I've ever heard
[Hook][DIEN2LIVE]
(who is that?) (mister boston) hold up, you got no proof
I'm in my disguise, 'til I'm in a microphone booth
(it's a bird) (it's a plane) everybody asking who am I
they'll never know that I'm a rapper in a suit and tie
man I feel like Clark Kent man I feel like Clark Kent
man I feel like Clark Kent man I feel like Clark Kent
man I feel like Clark Kent, (it's a bird,) (it's a plane)
changing my disguise isn't worth it for fame
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Twitter: http://bit.ly/14oWqi7
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/11RFl49
Instagram: http://bit.ly/18N6zvV
LYRICS:
[Verse 1][DIEN2LIVE]
yeah I
work an office Job, a 9 to 5, I don't try to thrive
I'm not some deep rooted depression, sort of silent guy
my crew ain't thugged out, gangsters who would ride or die
cold blooded killer who fired nines my entire life
and I'm not a drug fiend, I never even puffed weed
but I guess I get it, never judge you cause you did it
but I prefer to stay up late, eat a giant plate of steak
listen to that 90's stuff, and drink a glass of whiskey straight
I may not run the street - I may not slang a tool
but I'll be quick to break a fool at a game of pool
in my favorite pub where I'll put you all to shame
I walk in, and they cheer, like everybody know my name
I ain't poppin' bottles in da club
in the VIP section with a model on my nuts
these rap stereotypes, and standards, I can't stand it
I'd rather be chillin, playing acoustic on my hammock
[Hook][DIEN2LIVE]
(who is that?) (mister boston) hold up, you got no proof
I'm in my disguise, 'til I'm in a microphone booth
(it's a bird) (it's a plane) everybody asking who am I
they'll never know that I'm a rapper in a suit and tie
man I feel like Clark Kent man I feel like Clark Kent
man I feel like Clark Kent man I feel like Clark Kent
man I feel like Clark Kent, (it's a bird,) (it's a plane)
changing my disguise isn't worth it for fame
[Verse 2][DIEN2LIVE]
well my
pants don't sag, my chain don't hang
and I can't rap bout the same old thang
I don't play yo game suppose I'm not the rappin type
but when I grab a mic I must appease my appetite -
'cause I barely have to write if the snare is smackin tight
so I hear the rap, and I can prepare a track tonight
I guess that what I wanna say is you shouldn't hate on me
cause I like to cleverly lay a rhythm to a beat
it's so pitiful as I hit you with the flow
I get shunned from the underground 'cause I don't fit the mold
but I'ma let you bitches know that I'm the bestest - I'm the
the quintessence of freshness, and I'll never rest until you get the message
this is for everyone who dared to be themselves
and they never changed for peasantry of wealth - and this is for
the ones who went on and sold themselves for the purse
'cause that's the richest thing I've ever heard
[Hook][DIEN2LIVE]
(who is that?) (mister boston) hold up, you got no proof
I'm in my disguise, 'til I'm in a microphone booth
(it's a bird) (it's a plane) everybody asking who am I
they'll never know that I'm a rapper in a suit and tie
man I feel like Clark Kent man I feel like Clark Kent
man I feel like Clark Kent man I feel like Clark Kent
man I feel like Clark Kent, (it's a bird,) (it's a plane)
changing my disguise isn't worth it for fame
Extra sounds and music contributed by http://www.audiomicro.com