Story Behind the Song
Found the beat and the hi-hats just got me writin all of a sudden, and I came out with this flow which puts the syllables on beat with every hi-hat...for the most part atleast. Finished writin in 40 mins and then the next week I went into the studio and put it down.
Lyrics
"Shock Horror"
Verse 1:
I'm just like, any person walkin the face of the earth-
But when I'm...sprayin a verse feels like I'm makin a turn-
But never can you understand what I try and say with my music-
But it's...cool It doesn't matter never hate or confuse it-
I'm choosin...lyrics over beat, hopin that I be flowin sweet-
Knowin you thinkin it's pop...just stop and listen closely-
Coughin up blood, tryna freestyle, cloggin my lungs-
And fuckin me up but shit, it doesn't bother me much-
And as such, I tend to vent the repent stress and venom-
In directions of the enemy, sendin em straight to hell-
And when I'm...in this mood I tend to do things I wouldn't do-
I'm usin you as food for tunes...then the music blooms-
Zooms past ya, greener pastures I see but I just can't grasp at-
And that...explains alot of things to us as rappers-
We need to...understand the signs and spot em when you see em-
Reason beein when ya leave you got alot of people hearin-
Hook x2:
Shock Horror, I'm half-crazy son-
You can't break me, mistake me or take me son-
Shock Horror, I'm part evil son-
There's no sequel, or people to see you run-
Verse 2:
My point of view is useless, usin a newer fusion-
Of music to produce a revolution for the truest-
Cause you know...lotta rappers got less nuts than a unic-
I'm fluent and on redeption dependin what the hell my mood it-
Brewin up a wicked storm...keep it different when I'm spittin on-
A track, gotta stack of spare beats to rip you bitches on-
Until I'm gone...You'll hear my vocals on these tracks-
As a matter of fact, fuck it I love battlin rap-
My heart pumpin...stumpin out ya flame on the ground-
I'm takin ya sound and breakin it then fuckin layin it down-
You can never comprahend my stature...I live on rations-
I'm the realest rapper, peelin back the ceilin for the rapture-
Track attacks ya...propaganda comin from the government-
I see that shit happen and I don't even like no politics-
Ya talkin shit...all these rappers never be knowin-
When I'm switchin up my style and spittin out some heavenly flowin-
Hook x2:
Shock Horror, I'm half-crazy son-
You can't break me, mistake me or take me son-
Shock Horror, I'm part evil son-
There's no sequel, or people to see you run-
Verse 3:
It's just like...like I stated I've been feelin unapreciated-
All these rappers hated before my shit was even rated-
So now it's like...forget opinions, fuck a listen-
My first demo won't shop?...Start again that's just the buiseness-
I keep spittin on these instrumentals, never bit, coincidential-
Leather mits to whip ya dentals...I keep it goin-
Too and fro and back and fourth, when I talk, I'm glad I spoke-
I have to choke...cough and splutter so you fuckers have a hope-
So it's like...I'm sittin back and timin shit off both the hi-hat's-
Listen man, we're different brands, that's why you ain't on my track-
But never the less...I'm rinsin rappers with reality-
Bow and arrow battle me, masterin the art of archery-
It's hard to see...How anybody in their right mind-
Would write rhymes with the intention to scare and spite mine-
...That's why I'm spittin and I'm livin on origional-
Visions gettin permission while you kids are on provisional-
WHAT-
Hook x2:
Shock Horror, I'm half-crazy son-
You can't break me, mistake me or take me son-
Shock Horror, I'm part evil son-
There's no sequel, or people to see you run-
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