Never Live This Down Part II (Instrumental)
Instrumental for the second part of B.I.'s track "Never Live This Down", from his solo project "When Hot Blood Runs Cold".
Straight up hip-hop production, funny stuff
The Cybertron Sound. Just what is that, one may ask? Ask the one who coined the term, and he'll tell you, it's a state of mind, a time and place that can't be recreated, a time to which people wish they could relive. When you hear it, you just know you're back in those times.
The collection of tracks you'll find here are bits and pieces of the The Cybertron Sound's greatest fan's take on the original creations,
for personal projects.
Just who is the man? No one knows; he goes by a ton of aliases. For the sake of simplicity, just call him Dr. Claw. Hardly anyone knows where he's really from, however it's safe to say he's a "Cybertron" native. Whatever the case, he's a man who seems to have a whole lot of time on his hands, enough to bring The Cybertron Sound to your home.
Story behind the song
This is the second part of B.I.'s narrative. In this one, he hunts down his girlfriend's assailant, and defeats him, only to get backstabbed by his flaky girlfriend.
Beat and lyrics completed in 2000. I apologize for the "Premier"-ism of the first half of this track; it's all part of the gimmick!
Lyrics
Somebody's gonna pay for this --
there's no way in hell I'm gonna let him get away with this
Somebody's gonna pay for this --
something so sick and despicable in my eyes'll never be forgivable
Somebody's gonna pay for this --
if whoever's behind it's gonna come at me, I'd like to see him try
Somebody's gonna pay for this --
justice will be served -- aw, fuck it -- somebody's gonna die
Put on my fingerless gloves, laced up my red and white sneakers
Slipped on my blue school shirt over my metal wifebeater
The investigation's over, I finally know the culprit
When I catch his bitch ass, he's goin' down for this bullshit
That poofy blond hair havin' sunglass-wearin' faggot (ass)
Hormone-driven jailbait-chasin' ass crack addict!
As I have it, I find him hangin' out at the usual place
I tap his shoulder, he turns around, he gets a right hook to the face
Boot to the gut, both fists to the back, now a fight's breakin' out
A group of people gather, just to see how I'm makin' out
He pulls a grappling hook and a tonfa saber
I get tagged a few times, I hear a gasp from the female spectators
Another slash and a swing, I'm bleedin', it's clear
I miss the Mikazuki Kick, people are screamin' and fleein' in fear
Out of the corner of my eye, I see you shed a few tears
I ain't retreatin' from here yet, I know I'm beatin' this queer
For real, I was standin' up and fightin' back only on my own will
Laughin' death in the face, as he moved in for the kill
I managed to sneak behind him, mash him and blast him with the Kiaidan
He's knocked out, the crowd roars, as I stand like an icon
Middle fingers to the sky, talkin' trash after my victory
Vindication is mine, but what happens next is sick to me
You're at his side cryin', ain't you glad I beat this motherfucker?
You say no, it isn't fair to say you love one more than the other --
--what the fuck?!
Intermission:
(B.I.):
What the fuck?! The fuck are you talkin' about?! "It's not fair"?! What about me?!
(Girlfriend):
(in tears) "I ...just can't do it...I'm
sorry!"
(B.I.):
You're sorry? The hell can you be sorry? You cry to me about he did to you and now you're like...coppin' out on me?!
(Girlfriend):
(muted under the tears) "I'm...sorry..."
(B.I.):
...FUCK YOU! (echo)
Intermission 2:
(B.I.):
Why you little...
(Girl 1):
Little what? Is that what your girlfriend says when she looks down your pants?
(B.I.):
The hell you get off talkin' like that for?! You blow your "clients" with that mouth?!
(Girl 1):
Hmph. At least I don't have a girlfriend that can't decide who she loves!
(B.I.):
Oh, FUCK you...you don't know shit, none of you do!
(Echoing laughter of several girls around B.I.)
(B.I.):
SHUT THE HELL UP!!!
Ok, now you've gone and did it, bitch
Bust my ass for your honor, and you make me look like an idiot
Shit, I can't believe you'd be so inconsiderate
That faggot violated you -- no, you probably let him hit it, bitch!
If you're lookin' for forgiveness -- EH EH! You ain't gettin' it
You deserve no less than three times a third of my bitterness
From a hero to a laughingstock in less than 30 seconds
Now you want me to take you in my arms? Out of the question
Unless it's for a front suplex -- dammit, that hurt
Not the wounds I got, but how you ran my face in the dirt
Played me like over a hundred games of Street Fighter
Usin' someone else's tokens, you fuckin' meat rider
God damn, I can't take it, even Tiffany's laughin' at me
That should be the other way, bitch -- I hope you're frappin' happy
You little cunt -- what, I'm being too mean? What?
Get on your knees and keep cryin', cause I ain't bein' mean enough
I should backhand chop you Wild Pegasus style, you fiendin' slut!
This is the end, no woman on earth'll trap me again
So get out the door, don't wanna see you anymore
Cause I don't sleep with a whore or wake up with a whore
Instead of sayin' "Fuck you", I should be sayin' "thank
