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Peak #542
Peak in subgenre #284
Author
Author: Brandon Dyck, Music: Redhooknoodles
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redhooknoodles
Uploaded
December 29, 2013
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MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 5:28
Story behind the song
A triumphant battle of physical, menta and spiritual wars.
Lyrics
Whobdo you turn to, when someone comes along to hurt you. They wanna verse you but you feel like your mind's on a curfew. You're on a leash, you can't even speak without having someone greater than you curse you. I only need one week on this earth to see I'm already cursed and I use it like a virtue. Lonely child, guessin' out of desperation. So many questions to ask, the parents I have their ears are achin'. Coming to this earth like a Haitian spaceman. Looking at him with disgust, so jealous of his potential they hate him. Doesn't know who he is, moulding his life after his idols, so they say dude you fake man! They ignore him, I just wanna play I wanna hang man. But he's not good enough, they just wanna hang him! So I'm dropping this statement, abandoned at birth and now I'm standing and cursin. The name Brandon is for a person which he's not. But he's wishing you heard him and his criez for help. 'Cause all he asks is for people to respect him. But the whole world wants to submerge him in a pot and stick his head on a shelf, do away with him and forgot. But he's not gone, he came back as Scott. This was the whole plan just to come back and F*** things up!
My mind is about to explode, my time is running out cold. I'm trying to pull myself up out, I'm trapped inside myself and I want out I can't even shout!
I've got it ample amount of rhymes and I'm a show you a sample of how I'm going to tackle these lines. Dismantle my mind from all feeling, music is stealing me away from reality I always manage to have a plan though. Molding my words like art on an anvil, I think I found the perfect fitting sandal. But a cold wind came and blew my f****** candle. Now I have whatsoever not even a little bit no motivation to just sit still at all! It's time to stand tall. So much anger and aggression I was never on the handle, I just slipped and dove right off! Climbing up Niagara with half a f*** ing paddle, my everyday life a battle within. Strapped myself to the saddle, cause this b*** is taking me for a ride. Guess it doesn't help antagonizing her with a f*** ing cattle prod. Do I feel guilty not at all. Not even a day in this world and I was abandoned, mother just named me and left. No wonder she named me Brandon, it rhymes with abandoned! Came to this earth like a bandit, steal your innocence and create evil habits. I was given a good set of parents but I wanted to show them that I have a talent, to make your life hell. Why? Because I SMELL!
Chorus
Problems with attitude, you always think someone's mad at you. My emotions switch is a weathere vane. You're happy? I'll ruin your flow like Paris Jackson's severed vein. Feels like my brain's in a cage, this mental state is completely fatal. But my IQ is normal and concretely stable. "what's normal?" It's time to lay this sh** on the table. I don't know what I'm about to deal with today though, but I do know this; whatever battle or war that you tried to throw me in, whatever storm horror hidden thorn bush I will dismantle your floor. But you know me and know that I have more protection than you. I face everything with my chin held high and a rough push. I will always stand my ground, take a step back, swing around and smack! You're down. How many times you tried to kill me, but couldn't. Or wouldn't? But shouldn't! Why, cause Ima change the world. Shroom poo puddin, way to inflame that girl. STD's, too much XTC. Can't even write your own name legibly. Or say it, just sounds like eghbleble. Might as well beTIMMY, or Kenny cause you're gonna end up dead. It's just the end of the road you took, time to rest that sick mind of yours!
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