MD (Canadian) - Clark Kent [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: MD]
MD spittin'? A secret that was best kept
They sleeping on me like a mattress in a large tent
Never knew I rapped, similar to Clark Kent
I'm Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker with a dark pen
A superhero in the game with my heart
Saving listeners from the shit meant to harm them... ain't it far-fetched?
I gotta save 'em listeners from poison, spitting sick with it
Knew I had the talent, had to admit it; the thing is...
I kept my spitting on the quiet
Reception where I'm from ain't comparable to kindness and direction on the atlas, America behind us
We love to hate... and everybody's a clone
Handicap at the beginning is a minus, similar to dealing with a homegrown bias
Know I got incentive, making music timeless-- from the outskirts of the screwface capital
I'm a rapper though, no kills for capital...
My thoughts are pretty rational, still I'll tell you straight: I'mma blow like a radical
They don't know that I'm a superhero coming to the top of the Metropolis; been low-key
Y'all know me, still the same MD, OG Clark Kent flow-- no stopping this

[Hook: MD & Pressure]
Never knew rapped, similar to Clark Kent [x3]
MD & Presh rockin' letters up on our chest
Motherfucker, know we up next
And they know we going harder than a tough test written by a roughneck
While we chasing down the suspects, on a mission to the success
Hop up in the booth, flying to the top [x7]

[Verse 2: Pressure]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh boy
Me against the world like, old boy
Sandals in the street like dough boy
No scholarship, I needed dough, boy
It was never like that... dreaming in the dark, visualizing what I had
Ease the pain medicating through the pad
Illustrating through the mass of drugs on the dash
Boy, boy... motherfuck you and your rhyming, kid
Lost in the line, shoulda followed it
Everybody rap label me a homonym
Prominent... drugs be, must be looking through the windows to the soul mind-reading
And it's pretty clear now that your bitch saying she wanna fuck me
Fuck with me, I'm not tippin'
Buscemi in the joint, you a boy in blue...
We don't fuck with the ops
And I don't even rap, can't touch what I got

[Hook]

[Verse 3: MD]
I'm pretty blind to the bull, like I'm Scott Summers
Pull up to the scene with my shades on
They gon' respect me while they giving me a five-star for my bars
Four stars is ending with a GTA cop hummer
I'm just playing, welcome to Broken Frame
I'm a kid from Brampton finna change a game that's pretty mundane
I'm Clark Kent cause they don't know where I'm at
And it sucks because we know a hero's gotta die someday