Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Super Human , by - ModenineRelease date: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Super Human |
| Teck-Zilla on the beat |
| Mark Deez… |
| Can-I-Bus, let’s go! |
| Yo, crisis music, weapons grade tool kit |
| I am the illumine, I’m superhuman |
| I fireman carry my wounded |
| Load bearing vest surgically attached to my chest, no bullshit |
| Assassin utensils, fashioned out of scrap metal |
| The first rebel survive past the last level |
| The concubines of the devil |
| Laugh and heckle, sucking my hairy pickle, besides my testicles |
| She knows that I’m reppin' the booth |
| Superhuman protector, a truth to humanity |
| I protected her too |
| They don’t deserve my verses, shameless inner curses, birth |
| I deserve to explore inner earth |
| Sunrise when I emerge, rounds and warped solar flare bursts |
| Cold air inverted on the surface |
| Dawn till dusk, Can-I-Bus breathe cosmic dust |
| My limestone lungs Can-NOT-Bus! |
| Modenine to my left, Mark Deez to my right |
| Shoulder to shoulder, hold your position and fight |
| In the dark «I Love War» glows bright |
| We return at night |
| Confirm the slight night vision discerns like |
| The barbarians vs. Christ, the last war’s at hand |
| The souls of man are gored in the sand |
| Prepare for the Lord to land |
| Vocalism is increased as we plan for a global expanse |
| Evolution at a glance |
| Last call, last chance to dance |
| The human being must die to advance |
| Crisis music, weapons grade tool kit |
| I am the illumine, I’m superhuman |
| I’m a super human, I’m feeling so invincible |
| Relying on the principles of everything I spit to you |
| The living Bruce Lee still in action |
| You bout to get your ass kicked and make it a classic |
| I abide by the Code of Hammurabi |
| Scribbling rhymes in Arcadia, an eye for an eye |
| Rebel on laws be careful not to cypher with the bad guys |
| (We!) Multiply, move like the Anunnaki I’m cocky |
| Coming around your girl like Colonel Bukakke |
| Black lung could make the |
| Red bone turn blue but I spit a black feeling |
| Slap superhuman, sexual healing |
| Without the white coat, clipboard, stethoscope |
| Without swearing the Hippocratic oath |
| I’m GOAT, you scapegoat |
| And put it in my |
| Bad manners, eating with my elbows on the table |
| I’m a problem with the lethal rhymes |
| Looking for answers? |
| I’ll free your mind |
| I’n rebel with the missile |
| My reputation with the shotgun or fist 4 |
| Fifth lors, sip Lorde |
| Darth Vador with the mic laser |
| Galilean a stargazer |
| Bar raiser, put two in your thick vest |
| Converge, setting up the thick fest |
| Mode Mark and Bis, too much to inject |
| You on every rhyme saving the princess |
| Hit you in your thin chest |
| Kick you in your private region |
| Don’t rhyme with the legendary rhyme legion |
| Super soldiers ready to attack leave you in a poisonous spot |
| I’m a super human |
| Relying on the principles of everything I speak to you |
| Still in action |
| You’re about to get your ass kicked and make it a classic |
| Tech-Zilla, Can-I-Bus, Modenine |
| We bust rhyme |
| Evacuate the premises |
| God-mode lyricists, we know that you’re feeling this |
| Nigeria… USA |
| New York… Lagos |
| You already know |
| Shout out to Teck-Zilla, Teck-Zilla on the beat |
| Yeah yeah Can-I-Bus, baby! |
| Mark Deez |
| Shout out to my main man, D a.k.a Calibre |
| Modenine, baby! |