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Superhero
J. Rawls feat. Mass Influence
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Uh, it's J. Rawls, Lone Catalyst
Welcome to the Essence Of
I got my peeps, Mass Influence
To let y'all know
Ayo, let 'em know 'cause
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin' & (J. Rawls)
Let's go to talk about this hard-
Headed figure, hard like steel or stone
Prone to get in shit with friends or on his own
It's too easy to think straight 'cause he's spaced out or stoned
With the forty ounce clutched around a bottle of dreams
His motto in life: (Shit, by any and all means)
(I obtain the cash, cream and get the payola)
(Thinkin' anything from Maine to Minnesota)
But this character here don't have one iota
Of a clue what to do or yet how to start it
The fool'll screw off or get off safely departed
An ignorant man stands on half-ass plans
When you don't think it through, upon your ass you land
Ground Zero, yo, thought you were a hero
The heist went sour and now your ass is runnin'
For your life, day to night, while the feds be huntin'
And pursuin', side streets to avenue-in'
You lost your focus, didn't know what you were doin'
All for the fame, the props and the buck
Doin' time with fines, then your ass is out of luck
Yo, what a way to go out, out like a sucka
Just a pawn in the game and just another number
Doin' the ill sometimes makes you wonder
Against yourself, the foul-up leads to blunders when ya
[Chorus: Breez Evahflowin' & (J. Rawls)
Freak-freak-freakin' it, freakin' it on (On)
Keep-keep-keepin' it, keepin' it on (On)
My nigga Tone Lover straight speakin' it on (On)
(Yeah, it's like that) Who wanna profile and pose?
Wish I could write a rhyme every day, but I got things to do
I consider myself to be a busy individual
I don't sweat dumb shit 'cause I don't have the time
Many hours are spent tryin' to make the damn ends meet
The rhyme, turn on my radio, there it goes
It's the patented monetary imaginin' flows
These niggas got those, got a method to make dough
How they end up in the prison with these sentences, yo?
I'm like, "Whoa", the system's designed to trap those
Who don't value they freedom or let they friends mislead 'em
You assholes, with nice clothes and rap shows
And what you kick keeps you in some shit, so wack flows
We black folks with dreams and we pursue 'em
Get degrees and money, but we never get used to 'em
So it gets took from us, all the Gs and Hummers
And you say New York City, the devil be's among us
From Jay-Z to Puff D, Steady and Cool C
Mike Tyson and Slick Rick know what it be
You can't flee your way around martial law, you gon' fall
Life's a game, stop dodgin' the ball
It's like that, y'all, as they run up in your crib
Come and takin' your shit, you're like, "Why? That's my grip"
Feel it first 'fore your brain startin' to burst
They always sayin' keep it true, straight down to Earth
So you can
[Chorus: Breez Evahflowin' & (J. Rawls)
Keep-keep-keepin' it, keepin' it on (On)
Freak-freakin' it, freakin' it on (On)
My brother H2 straight speakin' it on (On)
(Yeah, who wanna profile and pose?)
[Bridge: Breez Evahflowin' & (J. Rawls)
Yo, what a way to go out, out like a sucka
Just a pawn in the game and just another number
Doin' the ill sometimes makes you wonder
Against yourself, the foul-up leads to blunders when ya
[Outro: J. Rawls & (Breez Evahflowin')
Keep-keepin' it on (On)
We freakin' it on (On)
We keepin' it on (On)
Who wanna profile and pose?
See, I told you
That's for all y'all superheroes out there (Who wanna)
Think you got this and got that and think you above the law
For all those who wanna profile (Who wanna), who wanna pose
That's how it go
(Who wanna profile and pose?)
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