Don't Call Me Superman v2
This heavy EDM club banger hybrid kicks off with cold, digital synth atmospheres and raw boom-bap drums, punctuated by ultra-deep sub, digital, and analog basses that weave and meld into a thunderous groove. Verses feature dry, up-front ultra-deep baritone vocals riding tight, pocketed rhythms amid dusty synth stabs. Hooks explode with stacked gang vocals and gritty energy. Sub drops and filtered drum breaks reset intensity, while the final chorus unleashes swirling ad-libs, punchy delay throws, and dense layers of infectious beats and ear-tickling details.
Don't Call Me Superman v2
This heavy EDM club banger hybrid kicks off with cold, digital synth atmospheres and raw boom-bap drums, punctuated by ultra-deep sub, digital, and analog basses that weave and meld into a thunderous groove. Verses feature dry, up-front ultra-deep baritone vocals riding tight, pocketed rhythms amid dusty synth stabs. Hooks explode with stacked gang vocals and gritty energy. Sub drops and filtered drum breaks reset intensity, while the final chorus unleashes swirling ad-libs, punchy delay throws, and dense layers of infectious beats and ear-tickling details.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Please don't call me Superman
I’m just a mortal doin’ what I can
Clocked in, locked in, both feet on land
Still, I shake a room with the wave of my hand
No cape, no cave, no secret lair
Just a second-hand mic and a reclining chair
Couple late bills, heavy eyelids, blank stare
Then the kick snaps in and I’m floatin’ on air (yeah)
I don’t got schemes with a master plan
Just a spiral full of scratches and some calloused hands
No arch-villain in the shadow tryna take my land
Just my own old doubts that I overran
I might not be your average Joe
But I crash through the silence when the drums reload
Heavy bassline underneath every word I throw
Make you look at your life, like “what do I know?” (uh)
Chorus
I'm just a man with these heavy hands
Turn a bad day into these bangin' jams
No mask, no flight, just grit and grind
But the bass still shake and the words rewind
Please don't call me Superman
I'm a mortal mind with a mortal span
I just bend my pain into rhyme and light
Let the truth hit hard when it lands just right (yeah)
Verse 2
I'm not your average anything, I know
Still, I feel that doubt in my bones
Scroll feeds, see gods on the phone
Then I mute that noise, zone in, go lone
No arch-villain, just bills and regrets
Old texts, old fights I ain't fixed yet
But I punch through fear in a four-bar set
Every 16 feel like a rep, no need to bet
I don't crack from some glowing rock
I break when my mom say we need to talk
I heal when the kick and the words align
When a stranger say, "Yo, that saved my mind" (uh)
No real weakness like the comic-type fright
Just a hunger in my chest when the timing’s right
I stay up, same desk, same dim light
Turn stress into scriptures that can shift your sight
Chorus
I'm just a man with these heavy hands
Turn a bad day into these bangin' jams
No mask, no flight, just grit and grind
But the bass still shake and the words rewind
Please don't call me Superman
I'm a mortal mind with a mortal span
I just bend my pain into rhyme and light
Let the truth hit hard when it lands just right (yeah)
Outro
Every late-night session, that's confession
Every rough draft that's my progression
If I fall off, I fall as me, no cheats
Not a myth, just real, just flesh, just beats