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My Life
Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor
Intro: Sound bite instrumental
Verse 1
Daydreaming honda accord or a Lexus
Grandma interrupts fantasies exit
At the kitchen table eating my breakfast
She said by mama’s boyfriend I was molested
Melvin was his name the author of my pain
The same friend like Ronda who left bruises on my frame
The same one whose son was drowned in a bathtub
Isn’t Grandpa a Cop!? Why isn’t Melvin locked!?
Tears down my face that don’t even stream
My family is a conservatives wet dream
((Mama)) Why are these people so important and I’m not?
((Mama)) Are you that afraid of being alone
that your only begotten son you’ll readily disown
But..they’ll say that I’m wrong
I’m a facade..And it's allll a lie
No Chorus Only soundbite and instrumental
Verse 2
All’s I have as revenge is success
But dollar bills on a mop won’t clean up this mess
From hell’s heart I stab at thee!!
Anything to chop off a branch of this family tree
What of my ((pop)) oh that’s right…
He got remarried and started a new life
And said he has no children to his new wife
Wonder how my sister feels about that??
I wrote her a letter but she never wrote back..
Am I nothing more than the son of a Junkie and a failed man??
I’ve fallen so many times from derailed plans
But I’m no charity case or village idiot
The chip on my shoulder could build pyramids
But I’m black and we sweep under the rug
And if the dirt gets to high then we give it a shrug
Because man...We all got problems….
No Chorus Only soundbite and instrumental
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Energy
02:38
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Energy
Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer
Chorus
All I is, is E-ner-gy-hee, All I am is e-ner-gy-hee, All I am is e-ner-gy-hee, All I am is e-ner-gy-haa!
Verse1
Beeeeeeewaaaaaarrrreeeeee! The Super’s getting restless
he’ll open up your chest and eat your heart for breakfast
Stomping out you cowards
Grinding you into a muthafucking powder
FEEL MY POWEEEERRR!!
Peep the visual, nuclear blaaasst
The underdog, my time has come at laaast
What’s wrong? You were so opinionated and brash!
Now you realize the enormity of your task
You don’t think behind my back i can hear you laugh
Describing everything I do as useless and trash!
I can see your reflection when I’m punching the glass
Your the catalyst now my foot is deep in yo ass!
Ice cold dagger stuck deep in the chest
That hush among the crowd now deeply depressed
Gimmie goosebumps! (Muuuuhhh) All over my flesh
High energy and this is not even me at my best!
Chorus
All I am is e-ner-gy-hee,All I is e-ner-gy-hee, All I is e-ner-gy-hee
All I am is e-ner-gy-hee,All I is e-ner-gy-hee, All I am is e-ner-gy-haa!!
Verse2
Energy! I can endure the pain
Energy! Out in the pouring rain
Energy! Say my fucking name
Energy! This world will never be the same
The Super King Armor not as stupid as ya thought a
Boy you gonna end up as a goner from the torture
The lethal enforcer, I seek and destroy ya
Play the role of the spoiler, curse the mind of the voyuer
Now the empath thought I quick cash you could eat my food and dip dash
I march forth on your consorts with all sorts of that kick aaaass
I been last, eternal is the powersource I been had!
Whiplash neck go zigzag big gash then I big laugh
And quick fast I dodge demons in a dodge demon
Denied reach in to foul speaking devil deacons
Not a beacon or a season
Only a sonic boom delayed
Let you hear my words while I’m tweaking!
Chorus
All I am is e-ner-gy-hee,All I is e-ner-gy-hee, All I is e-ner-gy-hee
All I am is e-ner-gy-hee,All I is e-ner-gy-hee, All I am e-ner-gy-hee,
All I is e-ner-gy-hee, All I am is e-ner-gy-haa!!
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Foot Fetish
03:28
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Foot Fetish
Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer
Intro
You ever wonder...What makes people have a fetish?
How does one develop it? Is it genetic? Is it nature?..
Or is it nurture? What was the point of origin??...
Did we just go..AHHHHH! Shit! I like that! I like it a lot!!
I gotsta have it!!...I don’t know let’s discuss..
Verse 1
Before I even knew what the word fetish meant
I was in love with women’s feet and the shape of them
Gym socks, bare feet, sneakers, heaven scents
Ah! The nature of her anatomy’s elements
As a child I would stare at heels that were bare
Nigga you stuck! Fuck me pumps and the glass pairs
Sandals and elevated foot wears...
One summer my eyes were about to explode
When I got my first glimpse of pedicured toes
All I wanted was to rub them put’em by my nose
My face, my chest, talk about goals
She wore baby blue flip flops and wrapped each toe
On clouds I flew, Toenails sky blue
There were other women there..Oh hello
They had french tips and canary yellow
The day was brightened for this good fellow
Chorus
But like, cherry red nail polish use to make me want to throw up(Barf sound)
Like my skin would crawl at the very sight of it(oh God)
Even cherry red lipstick(why you wearing that)
It was like..I would see it..And it was like a vampire, looking at a cross or something(vamp hiss)
I don’t care who wore it
I mean I’m more accepting now these days..I could get past it, but it was like real prostitutish
Verse 2
There’s so much variety which makes it so sweet
Baby fat midget toes with the chunky feet
Or long hot dog feet with banana toes
Funny square toes or ones that are rolled
Right over each other, talking to one another
A long index toe means sexual desire
There’s nothing more that sparks my inner fire
I use to be like Eddie Murphy in boomerang
Ugly feet made me cringe I start puking meng!
But now adays my pallet has matured
Opened my mind, opened new doors
Watch the pata sucia walk on the floor
The women judge men looking at their shoes
I look at women's feet pulling the same moves
Don’t paint over your toenails when dirt is in the grooves
That’s not the move that’s just nahhstee!
Chorus
You know I always wondered if Salt..From Salt & Pepa, had real pretty feet
I think she had the baby midget toes with the real small feet..Ya know? Maybe..
You wanna know what really grabs my goat? More like really light skin or white feet
Are red or orange at the bottom,. Like what the fuck were you doing???
Were you stepping on fucking tomatoes??..Jesus.
Verse 3
I use to feel ashamed thought women would judge me
Call me all types of names, say you disgust me!
Til my favorite pornstar Tiffany Mynx
Pulled me back from the very brink
Her crowning achievement and personal glory
When she made a movie called a toe story
Light skin and pale white girls with black nail polish
With words and tattoos of big flowers
On the sides or tops of the foot
I think that’s so sexy such a great look
What makes my sex drive monstrous to be honest
Gold stilettos inside the bedroom
Or pointy ass pumps make my heart jump
Also something erotic about women wearing Jay’s
Is this common or unique?
What’s your fetish? Because I have a Fetish for feet...
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On The Move
Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer
Intro
Ooh Shit!! Yo what fucking time is it!?
Awwwww I gotta get up, I gotta get the fuck up outta here!
Hold on..Lemme go get my shit, shit!
Have to wash my face, put my under arm deodorant on
Can’t be walking outside smelling crazy
I’m clean, aight! Uh! Door! Let’s go!
Verse 1
We on a mission, follow the leader
Bottle of tequila metro card chase visa
We on the move, on the move, can’t lose
Slap on the scents, blue jeans, Jay’s shoes
Set my dvr..”Supernatural”
Super your a natural all instinct primal animal
Showed up to the party pregamed feeling nice
My mans got the edibles I’m done for the night
Naaah! Senses only heightened like when I’m writing
Horny like a viking, Magnums on deck
Bravehearts out here having bare back sex
Hit the stu with, Miles Moran
That’s the beatmaker, Miles my man
Stella’ Artois Twizzlers on hand
Next up Knock-Ternal is the land
My invention muthafuckahs y’all need to understand
Chorus
Whether you a hustler with a big brain
Or a waiter stuck on the F train
Ya men’s and ladies in the fastlane
Busdriver kicked you off cause you ain’t got change
At the bar spend your check on champagne
Laughing and dancing in the pouring rain
Everyday above ground a good day
Don’t complain first move better than no move change the game
We on the move again, uh-uh, We on the move again uh-uh,
We on the move again Uh-uh,We on the move, We on the muthafucking move,uh!
Verse 2
Washington Sq Park 8pm on a Thursday
Paid my phone bill last minute in the worse way
But fuck that buckets in the bag with the speaker
I’m off the E train west 4th by the cage
Practitioner of the art set by the arch
Amidst the NYU kids alcoholics and the junkies
Chess players having games for money
There’s Snuuch Blaze D-nasty and Lav
They just came from making heat inside the lab
Makings of the perfect storm and the crowd forms
On my own again, stepped up off my throne again
Les bound playing pool or in Big bar
I got the charisma of a big star
Cash in hand $100’s or a Grand
Shouts to D for always supporting my plans
My thoughts laid up in my bed from a one night stand
Chorus
Whether you a hustler with a big brain
Or a waiter stuck on the F train
Ya men’s and ladies in the fastlane
Busdriver kicked you off cause you ain’t got change
At the bar spend your check on champagne
Laughing and dancing in the pouring rain
Everyday above ground a good day
Don’t complain first move better than no move change the game
We on the move again, uh-uh, We on the move again uh-uh,
We on the move again Uh-uh,We on the move, We on the muthafucking move,uh!
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See...This is why we can’t have nice things!
Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer
Chorus
See..This is why we can’t have nice things
Verse1
The independence just hit different
It’s a blast like roland emrick film vision
I move from the patronizing and condescending
Backhanded compliments & fueled tensions
Few listen when truth spitting, when the news printing
It’s a given they bring the noose an the new prison
No wonder they spent a life sentence as lieutenants
Dreams stuck in their imagination as loose figments
Turn tail when the devil arrive on new business
I learn this from close encounters and a far distance
Emotions removed from the premise and I don’t miss it
Straight forward detail oriented cold menace
I’m russian roulette you're a gamblers apprentice
Census! Strong rule the weak, smart rule’em both
I found my "IN" stealth mission with the cloak
On your words you’ll choke like Brazzers in ya throat!
Chorus
See..This is why we can't have nice things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Broke people do poor things(poor thing)
Retribution is the song we all sing!(2x)
Verse2
Whole style strange from young walking X-file
Felt Blu became an exile red headed step child
To a ready red reddington with a steady pen
Into a nitroglycerin thought processing bin
Why waste the words when I can show you better
Bounce troubles off my chest power bench presser
2013 Super King is the hero you needed
2021 Super King is the hero you deserve
You said they the main event nigga they o’duerves
Turn about is fair play nigga this the purge
Nelly furtado watch them fly like a bird
But my shot clip they wings now they face kiss the curb
Don’t you ever talk shit about my creations
I’m the embodiment of human inspiration
Seeds i’ve planted sparked a generation
Bitch! I’m nothing short of fucking amazing!!
Chorus
See..This is why we can't have nice things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Broke people do poor things(poor thing)
Retribution is the song we all sing!(4x)
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Pure Evil
02:45
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Pure Evil
Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer
Verse 1
To accelerate the storm inside my brain
I show love heavier than a typhoons rain
Or a money bag filled with a tycoons change
To bodybag a beat left lying in a drain
In a red light district, neon light exhibit
Heavy rain drenching it, exit right you missed it
This dark fantasy got more twisted
Black car mission, lights off no vision
Wheels slow moving, driver can’t be human
Windows tinted, left you assuming
You been staring at the ocean with a midnight viewing
Or a dragon's lair through Sadoko’s hair
The state department of wet affairs
Assassination attempts moments more intense
Beyond my veil of humanity I gave you a glimpse
What it look like to have a killing intent
Verse 2
Even if I wanted to go sit on a shelf
I couldn’t ignore the voice of my inner-self
His charcoal fingers on the bar of the cellar
His deep yellow eyes make you fold from the pressure
You can’t cage something that primal to the core
That’ll creep through the doors seep through your pores
You sleep it’ll make sure it’ll come for you and yours
The palette of a paul bearer holding up a casket
All black boots denim jeans denim jacket
Leather gloves wooden handle blade over hatchet
Pillow case over face stabbed through the mattress
Blood everywhere swear a movie being captured
Elusive in the light, it’s never being captured
Chaos and the damages mass acres of a massacre
To clean this shit up I hate to be the manager
Grisley photos of the crime scene caughtn up in the camera
*No chorus
Verse 3
See the source of my ambition
I am the weapon that’s my ammunition
I’ll take all you fucks on and still keep winning
Can’t cuff my adrenaline even slightly simmering
Steel sharpens steel, blacksmith tempering
Your smug condescending that’s indifference
Makes no difference your insignificant
Your welcome, don’t even mention it..
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7. |
Solitaire
03:41
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Solitaire
Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor
Verse 1
You think my family’s thoughts about me would be stimulating
After printing my book of illustrations so amazing
But my Grandfathers gazing was a killer with 12 gauge in
He’d see me sitting in the kitchen turn around and disappearing
Is this what I fought so hard for? Only to confirm what I’ve been fearing
Part of me died that day, so say farewell to reason
After being homeless, I came back with so much focus
With my art and my sense of self I found a new closeness
Excited for my albums release as the day approaches
I broke even but something inside really felt bogus
After all that hard work still stuck in my Grandma’s basement
I felt defeated and beyond the scope of complacence
I guess I expected more the wool on my eyes a blanket
Circulation of I told you so from these vines entanglement
Cut off, left a corpse, a walking dead of sorts
To get me to give a fuck you need to find a better sport
Chorus
Solitaire! A lot going on but too numb to care
Polar bear cold and calculated and you came unprepared
It’s apparent loss is transparent..As everclear
Hand the steer as I commandier common fear
Solitaire! The hunter kill the cubs and the mama bear
A lot going on but too numb to care
Demi God, dancing naked in the dragon's lair
You better double down if you double dare
Lonely as a game of Soltiare
Verse 2
My Grandmama said live life as I wanna
In a convo that happened sometime around summer
But now you look at me like I’m a new comer
Ol blue eyes I did it my way and that’s a bummer
From my endeavors did I make the bread you really wonder?
Impossible! Rock bottom that really puts me under
No matter how you judge me you know that I still love ya
But I’m ice cold on the inside like a tombstone made of granite
This ain’t rescue from the projects or buy mama mink coat rap
This is throw her in the rehab and I ain’t never looking back
This all has set the stage, for this world I have engaged
The great white shark banged its body up against the cage
You thought you could scuba dive in this world I have been made
You thought I was the teddy bear but you never there
Standing swinging by myself instead you were stuck in fear
I found myself shut off from making any tears
Chorus
Solitaire! A lot going on but too numb to care
Polar bear cold and calculated and you came unprepared
It’s apparent loss is transparent..As everclear
Hand the steer as I commandier common fear
Solitaire! The hunter kill the cubs and the mama bear
A lot going on but too numb to care
Demi God, dancing naked in the dragon's lair
You better double down if you double dare
Lonely as a game of Soltiare
Verse 3
Oh so niggas is gravesending with they ageism?
First they told me I’m too strange with they hate in them
I’m too different in the way I’m penning in the space given
I’m not a rapper from the 90’s so my weights different
You burnt out so there’s no way you uplifting
You young niggas, old niggas there’s no difference
My ambition solid as a rock from start to finish
After all the success I’ve attained I know what its not
Now the path is unblocked its hard for me to stop
Mind body and spirit my all and I give it
My approach was worse wide open and rigid
I just don’t care anymore I know that I’m alone
My aggressive impulses they put me in a zone
I can feel the control in my muscles and my bones
I’m no longer attached I’m gonna buy me a home
With acres of land to see from my throne
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8. |
New Boss Old Boss
02:43
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New boss, Old boss
Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer
Chorus
New boss same as the old boss
Go find yourself a cliff and jump the fuck off
I’ve heard this shit all before, demons just morph
I’m playing for keeps and purely for sport(1x)
Verse 1
You’re one self centered human being
To think your opinion outweighs a person's dreams
When I was 23 a dude came to me
Said no one’s interested hearing you MC
When I was 28, I had to face
Rapping at that age maybe big mistake
For most of my career they said I was weird
My music was too smart for people to hear
Olympian heights is all that I seek
Sill doubting my goals and my reach?
I have a paper trail and kept all my receipts
Jordan in Utah, Kobe in Boston
Paul Pierce in the Garden your silence is golden
Who am I? The Martyr, Super King Armor
Self published author, touring globetrotter
I’m that nigga bet’cha bottom dollar!
Chorus
New boss same as the old boss
Go find yourself a cliff and jump the fuck off
I’ve heard this shit all before, demons just morph
I’m playing for keeps and purely for sport(2x)
Verse 2
But on the real, fuck the haters
This is for everyone who showed love
Not for the shallow bitches in the club
To the people who bought my album and my book
To the people who left me money not expecting a look
To the women who brought food to a homeless stranger
Your charity and kindness not knowing if there was a sense of danger
My observation is sharp I don’t miss a beat
Long way from the days I couldn’t ride a beat
First they was like your name is too long
And what’s the gimmick with all of that face paint on
Bitch, I’m comfortable in my own fucking skin
Not my fault you surround yourself with ordinary men
Entrepreneur I harness my gifts
Back away from my aura your too close to it
Stop acting so familiar we're not friends, we're associates!
Chorus
New boss same as the old boss
Go find yourself a cliff and jump the fuck off
I’ve heard this shit all before, demons just morph
I’m playing for keeps and purely for sport(4x)
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9. |
Rogue Nation
02:40
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Rogue Nation
Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor
Intro
Snickering, mischievous laughing
Verse1
Scandalous shit! Rough housing a bitch!
Can’t ask me why she’s in love with the fix!
Rogue nation, rope strangling, face chaffing
Breathing! Freaking! Reaping wondering whoop’n!
Goose bumps, nice girl, good front, demon seeping!
Lurking, on the weekend, peeped in, creep’n!!
We in, grand ma turf teeth in smile a mile
Jaw breathing deacon genital creeping!
I deeping sauna a gonna cheesing
Good girl gone bad dad sad mom glad
Rehab on lag lil brad with the Jag
Swimming poo’als with the Hennessy!
Baby guurrl..It’s him or meee!
Remember when I was deep up in it like Santa Claus in the Chim-eneeyy!
I don’t share with the enemyyyy!
Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie!
Chorus
Filthy rogues everywhere, standup!
Freaking on the train and the bus!
In the park light or dark no fucks!
Caught we don’t pull our pants up!
Filthy rogues everywhere, standup!
Freaking on the train and the bus!
In the park light or dark no fucks!
Caught we don’t pull our pants up!
Verse2
Time goes by hour to hour
Niggas on the ave selling the sour to sour
4am tired as fuh
But not trying to go home, see this shorty on the phone
You seem like a hungry dog, you wanna bone?
Of course baby rogue nationwide you know i'm not playing
She said she was friends with thummbbb I was done!
Address uber yeah I want sooommee!
You know me..The Leeegeennd! I’m not begging!
Then shorty said pegging!?!
I looked at her like she pulled out the weapon
I kicked out the glass and ran the other direction!!!
Chorus
4x
Filthy rogues everywhere, standup!
Freaking on the train and the bus!
In the park light or dark no fucks!
Caught we don’t pull our pants up!
Filthy rogues everywhere, standup!
Freaking on the train and the bus!
In the park light or dark no fucks!
Caught we don’t pull our pants up!
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Supe’s Kitchen Feat. Lex Rush
Written by Enrae L. Mercer and Alex Rush
Intro:
When I was in my grandmother's basement, as a ignorant little knuckle head
Bouncing off her muthafucking walls. Going crazy and shit. I had to contemplate
All the muthafucking ingredients, that compose of the Super King Armor!
And hence.. Where we are..SUPES KITCHEN!!!
Supe’s Verse
On this night of the hunter the mark of the monster
Take it upon ya a moment to ponder how Armor will conquer
Under the influence go bananas and bonkers
And stomp grounds of compounds that calm down
Skeletal metals they chemical compounds
Vital organs similar leaders with sports crowns
The witches meditating over the brew
I’m the ghost pepper stirred inside of the stew
Sparking your brain and blood vessels inspiring you
Seizing the lime of the light, I’m larger than life..
Peace of the pie larger the knife
Say peace to the guy when you observe in your sight
To heavy even for two arms of a knight
You knocked out armed to the teeth choked out with chord of a mic
Entrails on a plate, head on a spike
Your bones as the spokes on a custom made bike!
Vocal intermission
Hahahaaaa! Did you know that Jax from Mortal Kombat is my father?
And I studied political science under Liu Kang!
And you really not gonna believe this shit!!
But I learned to chop muthafucking heads off from Kung Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaao!!
Chorus
Grab a bowl!! Supe’s Kitchen!!
Lex Verse
My flow flames, scoville propane and ya type wack
Even if you’re my old Bay couldn’t fuck with my spice rack
So fresh, no ice pack, or preserved no expiration
Off the dome when I’m cheffing no recipes or explanation
No cappin just an exclamation, my filets are laced with different flavors
white wine lemon capers
There’s not many of ya I would cape for
Cuz I’m barefoot with contessas playing records and just eating baked goods
Play the dozens any takers?
Trinity laced with bacon
Sofrito picadillo braising
Roux is dark that’s why ya waiting
Mornay with beer we getting wasted
Why you salty? you should taste it
Herbaceous greens that’s by the cases
Inhale it so fragrant, take it in fuck ya whole day up
Plan my cabinet like picking state secretary
Rice Condoleeza but my freezer full of Ben & Jerry’s
Vocal intermission pt.2
Whole the fuck up!
You mean to tell me I’m the only motherfucker that does push ups
Butt assnaked in the rain!
That does pull ups in the arctic circle
And does deep squats at the base of an active motherfucking volcano\
This is some bullshit
Chorus
Grab a bowl bitch! SUPE’S KITCHEN!!
Supe’s Verse 2
Who in the kitchen cooking with they tooth missing!?
All challengers are welcome but they muse missing
Fuse lit then growl gremlin the ground give in
Crown slipping eyes pinching like at the booth kissing
Commence ass kicking and the bootlicking
You full fiction made up by the beautician
My new mission acute vision with the corpse ripping
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11. |
Matter of Fact
04:46
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Matter of Fact
Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor
Verse1
Matter of fact, I’m a Queens kid
And when I say Queens I don’t mean Queensbridge
Between Franny Lew and Merrick is where I live
On the Queens tip I’m below Linden and Murdock
Near the gravel pit where even the birds flock
When I wore the red black green S.dots
Thanks too Kaotic Rawkus for the museum stop
I prefer Rammellezee over Basquiat
Both them bros grow in they light and they bask a lot
Near 7th avenue and the marriott
The arcades over there I use to hang a lot
Or Green Acres mall where punches were swung a lot
Nassau police had niggas running through the parking lot
Before Sunrise was tore down that was the dollar van stop
Nostalgia usually not my go to
But industry niggas love to doubt nigga I told you
Bridge
When a rapper crutches in a cypher
And can’t communicate with all of his or her words
That’s when they rely on this hallmark
Filler pattern empty space heads emerge
The legendary curse of not pacing yourself
Leaves your mind a blank and perpetual blur
More often than not to even the best in this world
This slip up has repeatedly occurred
Hence the word crutching is what this term
Falls under and so graciously deserves
It’s like being at dinner and all
the waiters only bringing out trays of the o'devours
Or a rapper is really about to say some Dylan hot fire type of ish
When he goes matter of fact and the crowd goes!
Oooooh he about to spit some shit!!
Chorus
If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats
This right here is a matter of sax
If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps
If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps
If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap
If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats
If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats
Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap
If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats
This right here is a matter of sax
If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps
If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps
If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap
If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats
If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats
Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap
Verse 2
Drive maseratis for the feel of it
Since the tribeca car dealllllership
Before netflix and chill killa
There was head in the movie theater
Mr. Incredible, high off the edible
Drinking Georgi, smoking up the vegetables
Been nice since that H to the izzo
Had a ting for big women way before Lizzo
I’m somewhat paranoid might even be schitzo
Been weird since the WU did can it be so simple
Masteeerrr of my own success
Go heavy on my deadlift and my bench press
As I spit it, while I spin it
Put on a clinic of calisthenics
Transformative time in Cal I spent it
Care and forgiveness I have no limits
Bridge
When a rapper crutches in a cypher
And can’t communicate with all of his or her words
That’s when they rely on this hallmark
Filler pattern empty space heads emerge
The legendary curse of not pacing yourself
Leaves your mind a blank and perpetual blur
More often than not to even the best in this world
This slip up has repeatedly occurred
Hence the word crutching is what this term
Falls under and so graciously deserves
It’s like being at dinner and all
the waiters only bringing out trays of the o'devours
Or a rapper is really about to say some Dylan hot fire type of ish
When he goes matter of fact and the crowd goes!
Oooooh he about to spit some shit!!
Chorus
If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats
This right here is a matter of sax
If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps
If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps
If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap
If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats
If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats
Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap
If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats
This right here is a matter of sax
If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps
If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps
If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap
If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats
If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats
Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap
Verse 3
Fan of Big L although he wasn’t a fan of the Knicks
Since they fired Mike Woodson they haven’t been shit
I still hope Carmelo ends up with a chip
Before Toonami and adult swimming
I watched anime with no adult supervision
My mama covered my eyes when we watched Purple Rain
After Prince died I watched it unchained
I saw Applonia’s tata’s and never been the same!
Bridge
When a rapper crutches in a cypher
And can’t communicate with all of his or her words
That’s when they rely on this hallmark
Filler pattern empty space heads emerge
The legendary curse of not pacing yourself
Leaves your mind a blank and perpetual blur
More often than not to even the best in this world
This slip up has repeatedly occurred
Hence the word crutching is what this term
Falls under and so graciously deserves
It’s like being at dinner and all
the waiters only bringing out trays of the o'devours
Or a rapper is really about to say some Dylan hot fire type of ish
When he goes matter of fact and the crowd goes!
Oooooh he about to spit some shit!!
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Drifter
03:44
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Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor(1:35pm)
4.12.2021
Verse 1
Fuck it! I can’t think of an intro to this song at all
So I’ll throw something and see what sticks to the wall
Ever since covid closed the McDonalds on the deuce
New York been a ghost town silence is the proof
I like the silence, I can hear my inner truth
Empty streets the clacking of cowboy boots
I fought so long for people’s validation admiration
Now surrounded by so much love it’s strangely suffocating
Funny once I found I could really do this shit
I found myself not putting too much into it
D says i’m lazy if my backs not against the wall
Hate to admit it he might be right afterall
If you came here looking for one liners and punchlines
Triple entendres then I’m not your guy
But I was born with this absurd amount of drive
Energy that feels like a fire inside
Pieced it altogether dead & alive the why’s
Talk about it so much in all of my rhymes
I’m the phoenix risen from the ashes by design
Chorus
String it altogether painting you a different picture
Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter
String it altogether painting you a different picture
Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter
Drifter, drifter…
String it altogether painting you a different picture
Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter
Drifter, drifter…
Verse 2
Gazing my granddad’s & mom’s behind my blinds
They did it all the time albeit different lines
He rose from cancer multiple times she did it
From domestic violence automatic pilots
Rest & recharge to drive twice as hard
Blood in the bedroom, bathroom, and front yard
I’ve lived with the same type of electrical charge
At the poker table here’s my deck of cards
I’d have blue chips for every convo at a bar
With a women who tells me “I know who you really are”
Oh boy..Don’t say it, don’t say it..
“The armor in your name” she’s gonna say it
Covers you from expressing your true feelings
Uh no maybe it’s just you that i’m not feeling
This whole conversation I haven’t been reeled in
Just cause it’s there doesn’t mean I should deal in
Chorus
String it altogether painting you a different picture
Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter
String it altogether painting you a different picture
Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter
Drifter, drifter…
String it altogether painting you a different picture
Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter
Drifter, drifter…
Verse 3
Times SQ corner of the H&M
Blood racing like I just hit the gym
Deep in thought pull ups to the chin
So close to a bar I feel it in the skin
Perfect rhymes to tell my story with the pen
Don’t talk or touch me that’s a distraction
Fuck! Why am I always asked for directions?
Do these people fall off a bridge in speculation?
Or did I guide them safely to their destination?
Hmmm...How many circles inner sanctums
Have I been a part of and never thanked them?
For temporary leave of my mind's asylum?
A drifter like my father before me
Navigating the stars exploration is my story
My time in any group is a short stay
I eventually rub everyone the wrong way, i'm out!
Chorus
String it altogether painting you a different picture
Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter
String it altogether painting you a different picture
Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter
Drifter, drifter…
String it altogether painting you a different picture
Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter
String it altogether painting you a different picture
Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter
Drifter, drifter…
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Super King Armor, out of Queens, New York. Drummer Miles out of the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Both linked up to create this project pre-covid pre Lock-down. And finished it on through 2022. Super Kings influences range from MF Doom, Tech N9ne, and Kool Kieth. Miles finds inspiration in Gil Scott Heron, Black Sabbath, Jazz, Funk, and the Godfather of Soul James Brown. ... more
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