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Not All Heroes Wear Capes Pt. 1

by Myer Clarity

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40 In My Backpack 03:08
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[Intro] Ayo It’s Myer fuckin’ Clarity We came up on Wu-Tang If you got a 40, put that shit up in the air You know what to do, homie, crack that shit open *laughs* [Chorus] I got Myself a 40 I got Myself a shawty And I’m about to go get lifted Drinkin’ like it ain’t none of your business God Damn, guess who's back again? Mr “I don't drink no champaign” With my attivan, sprinkled on the amp Got a scattered brain ‘Bout as sane As these crazy motherfuckers moshing at the shows, jumping out the stage Fuck that “Top 40” we play shit you never heard about Got your broad horny, she ain't with you when her skirt is down Crack em tall forties, tape em together and I’ma drink em down Ladies & Gentlemen, Eddy 40 Hands is in the building now These kids don’t party like they used to Don't suppose you got a lighter, do you? Chain smoking like I got another lung to spare *coughs* Getting stick ’n pokes in my underwear You do what you wanna, I don't wanna care Bleached blonde punky hair No VIPs, Squeegee keep it scummy, yeah Brass Monkey, grungy beer ‘Rather have a bottle in front o’ me than a frontal lobotomy Everybody, yeah! [Pre-Chorus] Got a 40 in my Backpack Tin fulla weed Party like a scum back Oh oh 40 in my back pack I'm just doin’ me Can't nobody stop that [Chorus] I got Myself a 40 I got Myself a shawty And I’m about to go get lifted Drinkin’ like it ain’t none of your business Ayo, I wake up every morning to the taste of liquor I ain't been playin’ with you Scrolling through this cracked screen of naked pictures Oh Lord, oh damn, she a bad one I won't tell if you don't tell, girl, yo we had fun Suck me in the bathroom Boyfriend’ll be back soon Heard his band play, you ain't really missing that much Got the pierced Septum, Vans on, bumping Clash tunes Made a coke straw from your cards, too damn rude I’m bad news, I’m THAT dude Every damn night, piffin’ way loud Fuck the neighbours, always tryna shut my shit down “Cops here! Cover the ‘ye viles” Swig it away, swig it away now Hit em with the “Everyone on their way out.” [How we do] Smashing Colt, OE, Labatts 'n Blue Mismatched Docs, tank tops, tattered in patches too This for all the forgotten nights we looked forward to Sharpie on my limbs reads “What would Big Lebowski do?” [Pre-Chorus] Got a 40 in my Backpack Tin fulla weed Party like a scum back Oh oh 40 in my back pack I'm just doin’ me Can't nobody stop that [Chorus] I got Myself a 40 I got Myself a shawty And I’m about to go get lifted Drinkin’ like it ain’t none of your business [Outro] I don’t drink champaign Gimme that 40 Oz Gimme that 40 Oz Gimme that 40, bitch!
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Blonde Leading The Blonde 03:07
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[Intro] Oooh Oooh Oooh [Yeah] Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh [What up, Becky] [Verse One] You was the shit back in high school Rollin’ down the street in your mom's white Volvo And all your BFFs look just like you [“Twinsies!”] Vanilla Soy latte, no diet #Yolo And everything you eat, I gotta see on my newsfeed You rock the Yoga pants with the Uggs and the Louis You never worked a day in your God damned life One day you'll marry for money, be a trophy wife [Chorus] As the blonde lead the blonde [As the blonde lead the blonde] You got them boys in your palm [You got them boys in your palm] You’re so white [So white, so white] Ooooh you’re so white [So white, so white] [Interlude] So, uhhh Becky Uhhh, I dunno if you were gonna catch that new Ben Affleck movie later But um.. Y’know, I thought, maybe, we could uhh Make a date out of it Or something, y’know? [Verse Two] Louis Vuitton, Michael Kors Starfish intercourse Bleached blonde Glee songs Gluten free, no carbs Tinder dates Dinner plates Taylor Swift, Iggy Zay Selfies with the new Bae Steal his hoodie, ‘Oy vey “Vegan, Vegan, Vegan, Vegan, Vegan, Vegan, Vegan” That's all anybody hears the minute you start speaking Every sentence stops With a question mark “I literally can't even right now, oh my Gooooooooosh” [Chorus] As the blonde lead the blonde [As the blonde lead the blonde] You got them boys in your palm [You got them boys in your palm] You’re so white [So white, so white] Ooooh you’re so white [So white, so white] [Interlude] So, uhhh, Becky Uhhhh, I know you’re married to God, but How does he feel about letting me get up in that booty hole? Uhh, ‘cause you’re not losing your virginity or nothing [Verse Three] Nobody really out grows high school Looking at the world through your iPhone Apple rules everything around you Pirate all your songs but you won't shut up about Vinyl Won't shut up about Kyle Won't shut up about Myles OMG, man crush of the week Just “Hearted” my tweet Hair parted on fleek Haven't had a hard, cold, carb in a week I'm starving, let's eat! Olive Garden on me! Just to puke it all out in the stall when I leave Gotta stay thin, I got the world following me “I’m instagram famous, Becky.” Bask in attention Selfie in the bathroom, “Damn, we look bitchin’!” Getting manicures to cure Manic Depression [Outro] You’re so white [So white, so white] Ooooh you’re so white [So white, so white] So White! Sippin’ Electrolytes [‘Trolytes, ‘Trolytes] *Obnoxious coughing*
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Bury Me Alive (ft. Farog4rl) 03:09
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[Chorus - Myer Clarity] Bury me alive I ain’t got the time I would say I’m fine But I’m way too high Do you still love me when I’m way too high Nobody loves you when you’re still alive And I’ve been Out my mind I been getting high for a life time I been getting high for a life time Bury me alive [Verse One - Myer Clarity] I must’ve passed my expiration by like seven years Rejected invites from the club twenty-seven peers I’m living proof that proof of life ain’t think I’m welcome here My baggy eyes and broken heart can tell you that I’m insecure My doc keep telling me these pharmaceuticals will cure me But I don’t think their working And that don’t seem too likely And they don’t seem to like me A little overdose is something any publicist would love to likely Still prescribe me [Chorus - Myer Clarity] Bury me alive I ain’t got the time I would say I’m fine But I’m way too high Do you still love me when I’m way too high Nobody loves you when you’re still alive And I’ve been Out my mind I been getting high for a life time I been getting high for a life time Bury me alive [Verse Two - Myer Clarity] I woke up on the floor, covered in my stomach lining Nobody turned me on my side but I ain’t fucking dying I try to laughing it off Treat it like a battle scar One I wear on my sleeve and neck that I ain’t bother hiding I’m 25, a nobody, I’m sure you know the feeling My eyes, rolling in my skull, just looking so appealing These nails to chalk is like sober living If I can’t talk about killing myself then fuck it What’s the point of living [Chorus - Myer Clarity] Bury me alive I ain’t got the time I would say I’m fine But I’m way too high Do you still love me when I’m way too high Nobody loves you when you’re still alive And I’ve been Out my mind I been getting high for a life time I been getting high for a life time Bury me alive [Bridge - Farog4rl] Strung out Fucked up Depressed Reject My life Not yours And I can wreck if I want to [Bridge - Both] Black out White line One house party puke at a time My life Not yours And I can fuck it if I want to [Chorus - Both] Bury me alive I ain’t got the time I would say I’m fine But I’m way too high Do you still love me when I’m way too high Nobody loves you when you’re still alive And I’ve been Out my mind I been getting high for a life time I been getting high for a life time Bury me alive
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Anarchy 03:19
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[Intro] They not gonna like this They really not gonna like this I’ma like it tho Why you gotta be this way? I dunno I dun-I dunno I dunno Why you gotta do this shit I dunno I dun-I dunno I dunno [whoop] [Verse One] I don't know what you thinkin’ Of all the things you could be pick to be, yo ass went ’n picked basic I'm doing me, I know you don't agree, I don’t like the numbers you paint with Lookin at me like I'm crazy I did the thing that was hard to do, made it twice as hard, now I'm cakin’ Shiiit As God is my witness I've been to the bottom, I walk in ‘em districts You’re lining your pockets with all of my business You thought you could skim it Y’all wrong but let's not get specific My generation so fed up Fed a lie and y'all won’t admit it “Diplomas, gotta get it!” Credit card killed at tuition In debt, man, they got you for your life Damn, I said it Baby Boomers gettin’ bodied, I said it Wake up Motherfucker, you ain't that wack-ass wardrobe, punk What you tryna build they dreams for? Shit, what you sold yours, chump? The same people ‘bout to push you off the ledge are the ones yelling “No, don't jump!” Fuck that “Share & Like” shit, we out here tryna fight our own wars, Trump [Pre-Chorus] Crumpled drink tickets say this Whiskey tastes like water [Taste like water, taste like water, taste like motherfuckin’ water] Tell everyone I ever worked for I'll be back for their daughters [For they daughters, for they daughters, for they motherfuckin’ daughters] Got the 5th of Henny in me, smokin’ Kush up, out the window [Out the window, out the window, out the motherfuckin’ window] Can't nobody tell me nothing I'ma do this how I wanna [How I wanna, how I wanna] [Chorus] This is motherfuckin’ anarchy! [Whoop] Motherfuckin’ anarchy What you need, what you know, player? This is motherfuckin’ anarchy! [Whoop] Motherfuckin’ anarchy What you need, what you know, son? This is motherfuckin’ anarchy! [Verse Two] Fuck outta here with that “first and last” rent Homies and I just got fucked outta cheques For minimum wage, takin’ food off my shelf And it's perfectly legal ‘till I make some threats Man, I work 40 hours at makin’ you rich And you on the computer, erasing my shifts Man, I never been violent Yuppies been tryin’ my patience, hate this, your house I been eyin’ it Huh Pull them panties down for that credit card Got that brand dick in your ass, bitch, its black and hella hard You can get away with anything ‘long as your brand slick I live in a city that willingly re-elected a fuckin’ crackhead In the 4-1-6 More like “We-hate-the-poor-1-6” No one's rich Credit don't make a man more, a bitch Book don't make the cover, hold up, bitch If it smells like bullshit, you know it is Minimum wage they control us with Justice don't, why would I go legit? Justice don't, why would I go legit? [Pre-Chorus] Crumpled drink tickets say this Whiskey tastes like water [Taste like water, taste like water, taste like motherfuckin’ water] Tell everyone I ever worked for I'll be back for their daughters [For they daughters, for they daughters, for they motherfuckin’ daughters] Got the 5th of Henny in me, smokin’ Kush up, out the window [Out the window, out the window, out the motherfuckin’ window] Can't nobody tell me nothing I'ma do this how I wanna [How I wanna, how I wanna] [Chorus] This is motherfuckin’ anarchy! [Whoop] Motherfuckin’ anarchy What you need, what you know, player? This is motherfuckin’ anarchy! [Whoop] Motherfuckin’ anarchy What you need, what you know, son? This is motherfuckin’ anarchy! [Outro] Don’t know
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Jesus Won't Yolo 03:17
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[Intro] You coming at me like I ain’t hip hop I’m coming at you like I don’t give a shit [Chorus] Now I’ma show you how to bitch like you Backpack [Bitch like you back, bitch-bitch like you Backpack] Got the whole underground on my dick like a fat ass [Myer] Man, get the fuck off my nuts! [Verse One] Bring me the head of whoever invented inhibitions Wearing my custom-printed twenty-something cynicism 2018 - everybody been a victim Everybody’s shit be stinkin’ Man, I smell from my kitchen Swag got my lips on millennial titties nibblin’ Tell your man have a seat, you’ll be with him in a minute Rule number one of being diplomatic Just flash ‘em that smile, tell em “All of y’all some prissy bitches” *laughs* Got the goth bitch that tell me what to rap about She be telling me I need to let the anger out Girlies love it when I go and pull the accent out “OMG, you’re actually famous!” like you ever had a doubt? Okay, I told y’all from the get go Get my hands on this fame, man, I ain’t finna let go Y’all can ask around, y’all can tell ‘em that I said so Ain’t no way to lap me, bitch, I said I’m on another level Got an angel smoking meth with the devil that’s on my shoulder Woke up naked with a bible in Minnesota At a motel 6, with bits of ‘Yola, in the fibres of the covers Jesus Christ, the only man who won’t say Yolo, motherfucker [Chorus] Now I’ma show you how to bitch like you Backpack [Bitch like you back, bitch-bitch like you Backpack] Got the whole underground on my dick like a fat ass [They on my, they on my, they on my dick, bitch] Man, I don’t really want this rap shit, you can have that [Said you can, said you can, said you can have that] I got way too many people in my life I can laugh at [haha haha I can laugh right at em like] [Bridge] I’m not I’m not hip hop I’m not there I don’t talk about myself, I let you do it I let you do it This rap game, shit, man, I’m used to it I’m too used to it [Verse Two] How the hell I sound like this? Fuck it, man, you do the math Best kept secret ‘bout to shush your ass I ain’t really social, motherfucker, I don’t do collabs I make the Backpackers stupid mad All up in the label meeting talking like “I don’t really want the job I just wanna prove you wrong I just wanna make you feel all stupid When I blow up ‘cause you passed on a future God” I’m everywhere that they don’t have a YOU involved [Chorus] Now I’ma show you how to bitch like you Backpack [Bitch like you back, bitch-bitch like you Backpack] Got the whole underground on my dick like a fat ass [On my, on my dick, like a fat ass] Man, I don’t really want this rap shit, you can have that [Said you can have that, boy] I got way too many people in my life I can laugh at [haha haha I can laugh right at em like] [Outro] Now I’ma show you how to bitch like you Backpack [I’ma show you how to bitch like a Backpacker] Got the whole underground on my dick like a fat ass [Like a Backpacker in this bitch, oooo] Man, I don’t really want this rap shit, you can have that [Man, I don’t want the rap shit no more, you can have it] I got way too many people in my life I can laugh at [I’m laughing at you muhfucks] [Oooo, y’all so sensitive]
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Prom King (ft. Camm Hunter & Kayo) 05:49
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Take me back to my school days On some fuck whatever you say I just wanna be the prom king I just wanna be the prom king I just killed your prom king I just killed your prom king I just killed your prom king I just killed your prom king (KILL HIM) {Myer Clarity} I told myself this year I'd be a asshole Everyone wanna take from me grabbing a handful Can I get you any more free samples? Never mind the yes, please & thank you’s I got oh so many friends only with me for the instrumentals Been essential ever since I landed, never get credentials Living off of pennies, plenty years you balling in some rentals Middle finger to the industry & you if this offend you Oh lord, gave y'all what you wanna hear Guilty as jury of my fucking peers I been at this game for a hundred years I been at this game for a hundred years Everybody out they god damn minds If you can fake it here you can fake it anywhere homie I got the 40Oz in me and I'm ready to ride Uh yeah, I put this on the dead homie Kill that prom king, kill em dead, grab his fucking legs Grab that gold chain, string him up, wrap it round his neck Cut his head, wave it at the game yelling god is dead God it feels great, grab the crown, I got fucking next Crash landed in that New York City Cover Band, without out a plan Where everyone is measured by they rubber bands I'm bummy as can be, oh me oh my, they tell me shut it down That penny for your thoughts ain’t worth the smell of copper on your hands All I wanted was the lime light & To Dance with the prom queen Hella Spoiled This Is my night You can't tell me nothing Take me back to my school days On some fuck whatever you say I just wanna be the prom king I just wanna be the prom king {Camm Hunter} I just killed the prom king I just killed the, uhh, hunter I just killed the, uh Alright Okay let’s start it off, I make something from nothing so stop your bluffing I spiked the punch at the function to make you lose your lunches If my crown’s looking kinda rusted, yours is diamond crusted I lay you out, leave your mother crying like chopping onions I’m smoking damage, you couldn’t hack it, my lungs are blackened So hip it’s tragic, I’m classic but in a different bracket We travel across the map and back to secure the package Then repeat the action to serve you people like tennis practice And so it happens, the worlds spinning, it keeps turning I keep earning, these shit talkers keep bridge burning These kids learning it’s not about who can wish furthest Bitch I am a star got bars even with shit service So clap once for the young prince And two times for his young bitch And three times for yourself You gon need it when we show up they don’t see nobody else like All I wanted was the lime light & To Dance with the prom queen Hella Spoiled This Is my night You can't tell me nothing Take me back to my school days On some fuck whatever you say I just wanna be the prom king I just wanna be the prom king I just killed your prom king I just killed your prom king I just killed your prom king {Kayo} Well look I ain’t really for that shit You rich as your mind state, You can’t afford my shit The devils in the detail, And life’s a pretty female Its funny what you corny niggas would do for that bitch I got it A lot of people who talk about it won’t be about it Wanna beef about it, come see about it, I really doubt it You can ride the wave all you want but buddy the beach is crowded The only reason you’re still breathing is cause we allowed it The weed is loud, but we killers we moving in silence I let the music speak, through it reach, a Truer peak A higher height, with all these prom kings perpetuate violence Now its fashion and drugs to show you where their mind is I’m reminded to shed light cause the people are blinded If you don’t open your eyes then you will never see Don’t know what the future holds, cause I’m yet to define it I look in the mirror and see what they could never be
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Rags 2 Dishes 03:50
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[Intro - Darcy] Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhh Ohhh [Intro - Myer] Yeah It’s Myer Clarity Haha This goes out to all my dish dogs All my kitchen crew Yeah [Verse One] I wake up 45 minutes late Hungover, what a way to start the day off I ain't really had much sleep since my day off Boss is telling me, one more time and I'm laid off Aye y’all Live across the city, hop the train up at dufferin This shit is always late or either stuck up in these tunnels Don't know why I even bother with this shit, it’s out my budget This minimum wage lifestyle is the toughest Walk in through the door, half comatose Say hello to “So & so” What you mean the grease trap overflowed? No you don’t! I ain't mopping mid rush, hold the phone! Who the hell stacked these!? C’mon guys, form a row! Glasses on the lower shelf, plates on the upper one Yeah, I know I'm late, God damn, are you fucking done? What you mean there's no rags? When the hell does laundry come? They haven't showed up!? They had ONE job to do! [Chorus] I went from rags to dishes, and right back to rags I never had no riches, eh fuck it I'm glad Let's have a toast To all my people tryna make a living Can't stand the heat, stay out the kitchen And I'ma get high when my shift end It's all I've ever known [Verse Two] I done mopped a million floors, printed one too many resumes I'd trade all the Sriracha I stole to live like yesterday My eyes getting duller, crows feet getting evident Quarter life crisis in a T-shirt getting hella blazed Finally mellowed out, now I'm working through these “Molson Mudslides” Hungover gut-rot that most couldn't describe You knowin’ the strug life I'm just tryna clock out before this rush dies Most people never give the Dish Dog no time of day [Time of day!] Cleaning rich folks plates, what a waste Man, he barely even tried the steak [What an asshole!] I'm just saying, I got shit to do Much as I love kitchen crew I got bigger shoes to fill and I'ma get ‘em too So before I fuck the new girl in the dry storage I'ma grab one last drink with you Cheers! [Chorus] I went from rags to dishes, and right back to rags I never had no riches, eh fuck it I'm glad Let's have a toast To all my people tryna make a living Can't stand the heat, stay out the kitchen And I'ma get high when my shift end It's all I've ever known Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh It’s all I’ve ever known Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh Yeah, it’s all I’ve ever known [Bridge] Who the fuck stacked this this way? Glasses go on the, glasses go on the bottom Plates on the top Everything else on the bottom-bottom shelf If shit breaks, it’s not my fault I got my own shit I’m working on I got this fucking chit over here And fucking This guy doesn’t speak any fucking English Fuck this Yo, you got a cigarette I can borrow off of you? [Pots & Pans banging rhythmically] [Ad-libs] One more time y’all One more time y’all Get it out y’all Get it out y’all [Chorus] I went from rags to dishes, and right back to rags I never had no riches, eh fuck it I'm glad Let's have a toast To all my people tryna make a living Can't stand the heat, stay out the kitchen And I'ma get high when my shift end It's all I've ever known Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh It’s all I’ve ever known Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh Yeah, it’s all I’ve ever known [Outro - Myer] We some land pirates We some land rates We some Motherfuckin’ Dish Dogs
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Feel 03:02
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[Intro] Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh [Chorus] Drugs don’t take the pain away I don’t wanna feel, pour me shots ‘till I pass out And if I get high I’ma hide out the passenger side And just fade away Drink the pain away I don’t wanna feel [Verse One] I wipe the crust from my eyes Block out the sun from the blinds Hit a little bit of hair of the dog Liquored up for months at a time You say when I’m drunk, I act crazy Smoke squares ‘till the lung cancer slay me From the trauma to the Punk bands that raised me I don’t really give a fuck can you blame me [Pre-Chorus] My life is late nights Drunken fights Careful girl, you spilled my pint Bathroom stall Cutting lines High off mediocre white Day light, sunken eyes How long can we live this life? Feeling like, if I die I’ma look fly in hindsight [Chorus] Drugs don’t take the pain away I don’t wanna feel, pour me shots ‘till I pass out And if I get high I’ma hide out the passenger side And just fade away Take the pain away I don’t wanna feel [Bridge] I don’t wanna feel I’m so drunk, got my hands on the wheel I don’t wanna feel I don’t wanna feel You talk so fake but it hurts so real I don’t wanna feel [Verse Two] Judged daily in the city I walk Look like a bum My face is numb I swig this Whiskey I swapped You say I make you feel uncomfortable You make me feel so vulnerable Why don’t we talk about it outside So I can bum a smoke? [Pre-Chorus] My life is late nights Drunken fights Careful girl, you spilled my pint Bathroom stall Cutting lines High off mediocre white Day light, sunken eyes How long can we live this life? Feeling like, if I die I’ma look fly in hindsight [Chorus] Drugs don’t take the pain away I don’t wanna feel, pour me shots ‘till I pass out And if I get high I’ma hide out the passenger side And just fade away Take the pain away I don’t wanna feel [Chorus] Drugs don’t take the pain away I don’t wanna feel, pour me shots ‘till I pass out And if I get high I’ma hide out the passenger side And just fade away Take the pain away I don’t wanna feel [Outro] Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh I don’t wanna feel Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh I don’t wanna feel

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Toronto, ON – June 14th 2018, Forget everything you think you know about hip hop. Twenty five year old rapper/producer Myer Clarity comes straight out of left field with his charmingly unorthodox blend of hip hop, pop, and punk. Draped head to toe in tattoos, sporting grungy bleached blonde hair and a Sid Vicious meets Post Malone aesthetic, Myer Clarity has already established himself as a college crowd favourite, touring Canada, the US, and Europe extensively over the past 5 years. His newest album “Not All Heroes Wear Capes” is being released on June 22nd.


“Not All Heroes Wear Capes” is part one of a three part series about how appearances can be deceiving and what’s ugly on the outside might be pretty on the inside. I grew up the rap kid in a group of punk rockers and we all got judged for our street kid appearances even though they were some of the nicest people I’d ever met.
This album is the story of us kids and how we grew up. “

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Myer Clarity, 27, is a Toronto based multi-genre producer, songwriter and internationally touring hip hop artist with 4 self- produced albums under his belt. His unique blend of jazz piano, grunge and hip hop combined with his authentic sad raspy story telling has gained him a dedicated fanbase of likeminded moody listeners from all corners of the world. ... more

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