As superheroes we far exceed the capabilities
abilities and facilities,
proceed with extreme agility
hiding, yet possessing rhymes and computer skills.
As adept at paying bills as thrill seekers
eliminate the competition that is weaker
protecting the emotions of those who suffered similar fates,
but without inspiration they become victims of the same fate
I don a red hoodie, spikes, chains and corpse paint
take the stage, turntables, a mic and spin up a twist of fate
Enacting visible restraint
With the musical pictures that I paint
Always on the hunt for a fertile mate
I will never hesitate to act on impulse be fore it's too late
If your a person in pain, then I know you will relate

I am a superhero, born and bred in Scarborough
Bring on the bullets and arrows
at this point in my career I don't really care
when I needed help, no one was there
Fuck yeah, it wasn't fair but life throws you curve balls
when you're in disguise you don't feel so small
and nothing matters at all
except the recognition and hate, both equally your downfall
when it's all over, do your songs rot and waste or will they help anyone at all?

Clinical submission, rhetorical admission
as a musician, this song has become a lyrical mission
Wish I was a real superhero like Neo in the Matrix
But all I find is hate in this
I dismiss everything about this
I have achieved all, with self doubt in mind
Still unrefined, blind
I just want to smoke some weed and unwind

yo
I look around at the way that people behave.
they tend to echo the pain
that they'd found when they went through the maze.
evidently, they stayed.
cause they never display
the wisdom needed to get out of it
or the compassion that you have
for lads and lasses trapped down in it.
it puts a frown on this face
that i keep pasted to the front side of my H-to-the-E-A-D.
we may need these fake leeches to repay the
great patience that they were afforded
by people who had supported
them.  how they gonna be fortunate
but abort when the sordid shit
demands a token of contribution in return?
i have to open them up with shocking proof that it's a cir-
cle.  they will return
full into the dirt.
will they ever learn?
no

Fuck,
I think my laptop is zapping my nuts
Nothing left to prove
I wish I was back in high school
dealing pot
almost something I wish I had forgotten
dreams are made up of money and then broken
too loud, self conscious
prey on the weakness of others
Lived too long in the bad boys club
passed on all my weed clients to one of my trusted buds
realized my own weaknesses, only to find it was too late
accepted my fate
now spend my life in regret and going on bad dates
Recon lives in America
While I freeze my ass off in Canada
I live in poverty like a caged animal
Hit up rhymezone for raps
Passive aggressive, perhaps obsessive
Living in this mess I've made,
afraid but no longer engage
the threat I'm constantly under
all alone standing in the lightning, rain and thunder
is this all a blunder or will I be stuck wondering
outside it's still thundering
everything is accelerating
I find this overwhelming, almost abandoning
but rise up like a superhero
Just like in Casino staring Robert DeNiro
I push myself to the maximum of physical endurance
I took out life insurance
I believe in re-incarnation
Re-birth is a painful re-assurance
Crimson Death spins beats without defeat
Get over it or I will delete.

I am a superhero, born and bred in Scarborough
Bring on the bullets and arrows
at this point in my career I don't really care
when I needed help, no one was there
Fuck yeah, it wasn't fair but life throws you curve balls
when you're in disguise you don't feel so small
and nothing matters at all
except the recognition and hate, both equally your downfall
when it's all over, do your songs rot and waste or will they help anyone at all?

Clinical submission, a life changing vision
as a musician, this song has become a lyrical mission
I dismiss everything about this
As superhumans we far exceed the capabilities
abilities and facilities,
proceed with extreme agility
hiding, yet possessing rhymes and computer skills.
As adept at paying bills as thrill seekers
eliminate competition that is weaker
protecting the emotions of those who suffered similar fates,
but without inspiration they become victims of a similar fate...