Kane Smego - "Superpowerz" ft. Jessica Care Moore

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Official video for "Superpowerz" by Kane Smego ft. Jessica Care Moore

Produced by Moppy (@djmoppy)
Ft. Jessica Care Moore (@jessicacaremoore)
Directed by Booker Snow (@eastpawsnow)
Shot by Desmond Love (@extradecent)
Edited by Kane Smego
Additional vocals by A. Billi Free (@abillifree)
Mixed and Mastered by Armenhammer (@armenhammer_)

"Superpowerz" single available on all major platforms:

Linktree: https://linktr.ee/Kanesmego
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/superpowerz-feat-jessica-care-moore-single/1554619044
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4IMdw70aVAaSza7d2lpK7I?si=Jd8ChLaZR7m1Tf19eAgHfQ

IG: https://www.instagram.com/kanesmego/
FB: https://www.facebook.com/kanesmego
Website: https://www.kanesmego.com

LYRICS:

Everybody got kryptonite, yeah
Everybody got wars to fight, yeah
But ain’t nobody going in empty handed
So tell me…

What’s your superpower?
Tell me how you flex
What’s your mama call you?
Put that on your chest

What’s your superpower?
Tell me how you flex
What’s your mama call you?
Put that on your chest

Verse 1 – Kane Smego

My mama had no mask and cape just masking tape
to make sure that our palace ain't collapse and break, an act of faith
with no disaster aid when daddy's acid rain would downpour,
shout out to the single mothers holding down the ground floor

grind hard, half of your work don't get no time card,
encore, standing ovations for all the unsung
herculean efforts made by earthly beings never named
when Mercury's in retrograde it's urgent we invest in saints

or at least the every day working people that kept us safe,
didn’t make the GDP more than important than PPE,
not like that greedy chief still ignoring the CDC,
and all the villains with villas hoarding the PPP

and that why we vote, hit the streets, and accost the evil
cuz we can be both, humble human and alter ego,
ain’t no placebo, we the cure, the end in sight
this yo year, pick a fight with ya kryptonite

(Chorus)

Verse 2 - Jessica Care Moore

I’m my grandmother’s story
Alabama red clay and cotton
Indigenous and forgotten

Late 1800’s. My daddy played the numbers
Saw my son in the future.

He knew I’d come for him.

My power sutra and surah
Black Jesus and sufi

A mixed of Sunlight and Snow fights
Hood fresh and ride bikes
Black nerds are dynamite
Good times despite cold nights

Books, bullet proof vest
protected my cape is invisible
Black cover girl fly jets

My daddy passed down his DNA
concrete and can’t steal from me.
work ethic and heart afforded me
patience to know the glory was there waiting
I’m walking through walls gravitating over hating

Poems are scar kisses and wound healers
void fillers. Writing blk girls into
Existence. The lead story. Room killers.

I learned Moore from having less
My fam call me jess
Traveled before I flew
My ancestors knew.
My imagination boundless

So my spirit see thru

Verse 3 – Kane Smego

They called essential "blue collar" before the virus hit
I think it’s time to pay homage to the 99 percent,
Put healthcare workers and first responders in comic strips
N-95s equipped, tryna protect your mama’s breath

I wish that Chadwick had been clad with Tchalla’s threads
I guess Oncology couldn’t cure what Wakanda did
I wish that empathy didn’t turn into politics
And we could lock the henchmen with dirty badges inside the pen

In the meantime, when Justice is Leagues away,
I trust in the people’s strength, the crux that’ll keep the faith, like
the black fathers that break stigmas and raise children,
despite the newspaper claims that they don't exist and

all of the Dreamers moving borders with minds, that's cerebral
telekinesis of the immigrant kind, asylum seekers
give em a visa and deport the slime, supremacist legion
face your demons, and I promise you'll find you are divine