Don't Call Me Superman v3
A cold, relentless heavy EDM club banger hybrid; anchored by boom-bap drums, deep electronic sub-bass, digital and analog basslines intertwining and then fusing for impact. Dusty synth stabs punch through verses, which feature ultra-deep baritone vocals, crisp cadence, and dry, upfront mixing. Hooks erupt with layered gang vocals, while sub drops and filtered drums punctuate each transition. The final chorus layers vocal ad-libs, subtle delay throws, and infectious ear-candy effects, keeping the bassline and beats center-stage and dynamic.
Don't Call Me Superman v3
A cold, relentless heavy EDM club banger hybrid; anchored by boom-bap drums, deep electronic sub-bass, digital and analog basslines intertwining and then fusing for impact. Dusty synth stabs punch through verses, which feature ultra-deep baritone vocals, crisp cadence, and dry, upfront mixing. Hooks erupt with layered gang vocals, while sub drops and filtered drums punctuate each transition. The final chorus layers vocal ad-libs, subtle delay throws, and infectious ear-candy effects, keeping the bassline and beats center-stage and dynamic.
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