Embrace yourself
To resist the grip
I’ve come through to rip the stitch on some harmonical sh*t
So watch me switch the scene scenario
Commence to death by stereo
On my way to the stage with that digital rage
I’ve got the underground sound
So poetic on the page
And I remain unfound
But well known to complicate
MCs get baffled
Still they call me asshole
Say I’m carrying the torch
I’m only burning a f*ckin’ candle.
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Some days I can’t quite get it out my brain: I’m
Source deranged and will never be the same
See, I’m not your average typical
Outlandish individual. I
Stack my chips
And make these cats pay residual
Creating characters fictional
The presence of the original
Extends a helpin’ hand
And keeps it down low to the minimal
So
Check the visual
A man behind his principle
Way too abstract to be related to by these cats
It’s the me you know
I’m a product of the past
And irrelevant are the facts that I’ve been issued to contract
I’ve got the krump sh*t
So f*ckin’ sick you’d pump your stomach
Might vaporize your thoughts
A lyrical holocaust
I’m off the motherf*ckin’ scale
My brain remains impaled
From the demons that I’ve been seekin’
Since I started my reign in hell
And if this terror ever ends
I’ll be at it again
So call it sick or call it sin…
Repercussions in the wind.
— Shipwreck (the dirty mick)