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 stolen mic
I'm damn sure too many men talk, breeze up in airlines
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