My Co-Worker Clark Kent'S Secret Black Box

My Co-Worker Clark Kent'S Secret Black Box

Open Mike Eagle

Длительность: 2:48
Год: 2025
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Flip from Clark Kent into Superman
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)
Flip from Clark Kent into Superman
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)

I got this one co-worker, Clark Kent
He working on his first assignment
And he exited with perfect timing
Whenever aliens assault the island
Can't nobody in the office find him
Like it's all just happenstances
That whenever he go back to Kansas
It means aliens attack Manhattan
And the person that defends the island
It's him without the hat and glasses
He's weird, and he acts distracted
He be here then he has to vanish
And that's some weird shit to have to manage
For us schmucks at the Daily Planet
He must think we all some bozos
Just gossiping and driving Volvos
We struggling not to get laid off
He outproducing us in slo-mo

This is some bullshit
I don't know why y'all, why y'all be trying to act like
Y'all don't know who that is
This is fucked up

Flip from Clark Kent into Superman
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)
Flip from Clark Kent into Superman
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)
Flew past again, he flew past (flew past again)

I got this one co-worker, Clark Kent
Hiding in a cubicle, he act so unusual
He make some shit called art rap
It's prolly high school musicals
Yeah, we know you got a show to do
I saw your MySpace bulletin
And the lack of effort you puttin' in
You writing raps on work time
That whole time card full of shit
We all had shit we coulda did
I used to take mad photographs
I played guitar in a metal band
I still got a pair of leather pants
I grew up and left Neverland
I sing Pearl Jam's Better Man
That's my karaoke go-to
'Cause I do what I'm supposed to
You prolly parent like Goku
You fighting battles in a minivan
Your own kids don't know you

Flip from Clark Kent into Superman
Black box of gems in my living room
Black box of gems in my living room
Black box of gems in my living room
Flip from Clark Kent into Superman
Black box of gems in my living room
Black box of gems in my living room
Black box of gems in my living room

Yo, I heard that, I heard that
Mike, yo, he be smoking some weird ass dope, yo
Some weird ass dope
I heard he smoke some browned dope pieces
Little brown dope pieces
You know I'm sayin'? Like
Whatever, whatver he offering you, do not take that shit