Song: Gottdamn Superhero Penguin
Viewed: 80 - Published at: 10 years ago
Artist: Jesse Abraham
Year: 2013Viewed: 80 - Published at: 10 years ago
It seems I got a problem
I'm too honest
My rhymes are my life
My life is a promise
Catch me eatin tapas
Wearin some pajamas
Around here we like roaches and we call em papas
But my mama is my heart
My heart is my conscience
My spirit is a criminal my mind’s an accomplice
It has one thought
‘Jabraham, you got this’
My therapist says it's a superhero complex
Yeah I got it
Sorry if it’s rotten
If I was wack I would say I’m flyer than a comet
Put it on Facebook and beg for a comment
‘Please click like’
Stop it
Never have I fronted
My style, yes you want it
I never ice the shooter
And no I've never punted
Call it confidence
Cocky or some nonsense
I take charge
You flop
Chris Bosh shit
When I was a kid I did like anything I wanted
Broke a lot of rules
I'm just keepin it 100
Never got caught
Never got punished
Outgrew all my habits even though my growth was stunted
Felt like I was hunted
Always got confronted
People stopped me on the train
“Is that your chain? Run it"
Beef it was abundant
My city’s kinda rugged
Never felt that a gun’s somethin that I must get
Get it?
Must get/Musket?
Mustard covered custard
Stuffin Warren Buffet in a oven cooking muffins
That wasn’t on the subject
But fuck it I'm above it
I love it
Now let’s get back to what I was discussing
By ten I was disgusting
Erupting with disruption
I played the drums twice
Call it repercussions
Eventually adjusted
Detention got redundant
The tension took a plummet
Did I mention that I run shit?
Pardon my importance
I’m wearin new Jordan’s
Beatin up the Jazz
Scorin with some Mormons
Had some bad fortune
No dad, half orphan
I became my own father
My childhood was shortened
The concept of incapable was foreign
I was Van Gundy vs. Alonzo Mourning
Ask the 47’s, I was something of a sportsman
Played one instrument
Reproductive organs
Setbacks, yeah I had a portion
Never crybaby
Tears had an abortion
Moved to Atlanta
I could be a Georgian
Supposed to take some courses
Instead I’m taken corsets
Came back north and gave rap more of my attention
Beats turned to corpses
Every time I rhymed it’s like
I should do some more of this
So I’ll do some more of this
And more of this
I'm too honest
My rhymes are my life
My life is a promise
Catch me eatin tapas
Wearin some pajamas
Around here we like roaches and we call em papas
But my mama is my heart
My heart is my conscience
My spirit is a criminal my mind’s an accomplice
It has one thought
‘Jabraham, you got this’
My therapist says it's a superhero complex
Yeah I got it
Sorry if it’s rotten
If I was wack I would say I’m flyer than a comet
Put it on Facebook and beg for a comment
‘Please click like’
Stop it
Never have I fronted
My style, yes you want it
I never ice the shooter
And no I've never punted
Call it confidence
Cocky or some nonsense
I take charge
You flop
Chris Bosh shit
When I was a kid I did like anything I wanted
Broke a lot of rules
I'm just keepin it 100
Never got caught
Never got punished
Outgrew all my habits even though my growth was stunted
Felt like I was hunted
Always got confronted
People stopped me on the train
“Is that your chain? Run it"
Beef it was abundant
My city’s kinda rugged
Never felt that a gun’s somethin that I must get
Get it?
Must get/Musket?
Mustard covered custard
Stuffin Warren Buffet in a oven cooking muffins
That wasn’t on the subject
But fuck it I'm above it
I love it
Now let’s get back to what I was discussing
By ten I was disgusting
Erupting with disruption
I played the drums twice
Call it repercussions
Eventually adjusted
Detention got redundant
The tension took a plummet
Did I mention that I run shit?
Pardon my importance
I’m wearin new Jordan’s
Beatin up the Jazz
Scorin with some Mormons
Had some bad fortune
No dad, half orphan
I became my own father
My childhood was shortened
The concept of incapable was foreign
I was Van Gundy vs. Alonzo Mourning
Ask the 47’s, I was something of a sportsman
Played one instrument
Reproductive organs
Setbacks, yeah I had a portion
Never crybaby
Tears had an abortion
Moved to Atlanta
I could be a Georgian
Supposed to take some courses
Instead I’m taken corsets
Came back north and gave rap more of my attention
Beats turned to corpses
Every time I rhymed it’s like
I should do some more of this
So I’ll do some more of this
And more of this
( Jesse Abraham )
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