SuperHuman

Yeah. Gonna rap it while I cap. The Superman reflexes are back. Gonna make it like a stack. We’ll, yeah I’m back, here to rap. Free-styling or not, it’s gonna sound like facts. So count your 123s. And sing the ABCs, because just like that the superhuman is back baby. Let’s go, in the car. It’s about to get bizarre. Make it your mama’s jar. Make her cookies in a jar. Then you’re flying like a star. You’re ahead of a race car, and you wonder, where did this come from, well, it came for me. Yeah. Don’t make it complicated, I’m just doing my job. But don’t oversimplify because then you might get robbed. Just cross the street, and you’ll see me, just trying to find a beat to publish this song for you and me.