People Under The Stairs - Ste. for Superheroes lyrics

[Verse 1] In the sky, tripping, though This life I have been given, yo Ring the bell, delusional Devoted to the usual Flying through the air No care, debonair Me and my posse under the stairs So don't stare k**in' em', a bad look Facebook status Climbin' the apparatus You can mad bawl at us We show you who the baddest The rap rhyme's tragic Abraca-dab Nanu nanu, my nig Landed at your girl's crib And let me tell you what we did I took off my hydropowered illuminator Spit a rhyme so super That I knew it would hit her later Gargled the Budweiser Jumped off the riser Defeat the undefeated I'm the thriller, chump, beat it Sign in the sky Now I gotta go Gotta beat up the foes Gotta change out of clothes These swords are syllables These clones, we k**ing those Herb the kryptonite The bop gun blast right Pew-pew-pew Ha-ha [Verse 2] Is it a bird or plane Up in the sky, it's insane It's super, the super, the superrappin' What is his name It's Thes One Schooled in the trade of a boom bap The controller of microphones I make the stadium clap I suppose I'm predisposed with the prose s**ers go toe to toe My freestyle is rodeo Exposing them Gla** Joes over past flows I did it, committed to an*lytics Investigator, liberator, a rap grader The collaborator Mutilator of crossfaders He's Double Double The master moderator, but header hater Perpetrators will cop my superpowers in gigawatts Can't measure it, treasure it National, I could smash your block My vinyl weapon like a wrecking ball I'm just warning y'all Don't stop, ya' don't quit Baby, it's all night My mic is my flashlight Your mic is your Fleshlight You're dicking around with rap You hire me to ghostwrite On site I make my albums Ghostships, no skippers Tryin' to battle Like playin' pinball with no flippers American superhero sud sippers in house slippers To gangsta to crip tonight [Verse 3] I am the one who'll be doing no blow I am the one who'll be smoking the dro'