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Monolithic
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Monolithic wurde am 20. Februar 2026 von Fifty Six als Teil des Albums A Head Without a Body veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum20. Februar 2026
LabelFifty Six
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roberto Ortiz
Roberto Ortiz
Rap
Miles Powers Evans
Miles Powers Evans
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roberto Ortiz
Roberto Ortiz
Songwriter
David Villarreal
David Villarreal
Songwriter
Miles Powers Evans
Miles Powers Evans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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daev
Producer
Miles Powers Evans
Miles Powers Evans
Engineer

Songtexte

Screaming while the brain chatters
Ought to change the catalysts
Caught in the same battles
Talk over rain's pitter-patters
All in vain, pride in things
I play my part in things
Product of my fathering wired like I came addled
Gotta talk my shit but gotta also keep it modest
The sparkle in his eye is gone
The darkness is a monolith
Batter swing, batter swing swing
Get him out of here
Nodding in and out to my lil rhythms that I follow still
Monolithic, holy shit, God is big!
Humbled by my life
I keep it moderate
Ballerific shoot your shot bitch you 'bout to brick it
You think you big but God is bigger
Is he really real, son, is he really real, son?
Let me know he's real, son, if he's really real
Something I could feel, son, hold me up and heal some
Got a raw deal, son, if he's really real
Is he really real, son, is he really real, son?
Let me know he's real, son, if he's really real
Something I could feel, son, hold me up and heal some
Got a raw deal, son, if he's really real
Cause I seen the devil, but not no tasmanian
Got Matt Groening's pen
Or Groening I'm just zoning on the corner
You know it's my onus to make an opus
But would they even notice
If fakeness poked its lil head out
And just spoke for culture
They just some culture vultures
I grow despite the filth around me like it's horticulture
I think I love you baby but I fear I oversold you
I'm just a rolling stone
Smoking on the doja like a soldier
I can't even hold you
And I can't even go there
I've been speeding on the road to nowhere, I know it
I find my meaning in the high and lows yet
I hope that I'll find my peace
And lose myself in the foliage in four years
I know that
I hold back
I know that
I hold back
Is he really real, son, is he really real, son?
Let me know he's real, son, if he's really real
Something I could feel, son, hold me up and heal some
Got a raw deal, son, if he's really real
Is he really real, son, is he really real, son?
Let me know he's real, son, if he's really real
Something I could feel, son, hold me up and heal some
Got a raw deal, son, if he's really real
Written by: David Villarreal, Miles Powers Evans, Roberto Ortiz
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