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Dejection
9,902
Hip-Hop
Dejection fue lanzado el 20 de noviembre de 2015 por G59 Records como parte del álbum Now the Moon's Rising
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento20 de noviembre de 2015
Sello discográficoG59 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM100

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Voces
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Voces
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Autoría
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
(Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed)
(A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch)
(And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit, trick)
[Verse 2]
(Straight, don't haste, paste, penetrate)
(Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed)
(A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch)
(And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit, trick)
[Verse 3]
$carecrow rising, while devising, my master plan to move in silence
Live through violence, blood flow drivin' me to kill a fuckboy hidin'
Manic schizo, life dejected, don't think I'm soft 'cause I'm depressed, bitch
Just infected, just neglected, always rejected but respected
Lucifer's first-born of the fallen, triple six screams, bodies calling
I've evolved into revolving my own way of problem-solving
Murder, murder, druggie, junky, body burnin' if I'm lucky
Flames of hell that burn my flesh, $uicide, I scream till then
[Verse 4]
(Straight, don't haste, paste, penetrate)
(Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed)
(A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch)
(And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit, trick)
[Verse 5]
Fuckboy wanna talk shit? Put the MAC-10 in his mouth, just the tip
Zip up my brain, six-hundred and sixty stitches, I feel the pain
No shame, just sayin', big bang, I'm a Saiyan
Who knew Yung Plague wouldn't freeze in the tundra? It's true
Hot as a block, when the cops know the spot
Cop a rock and then crack in his top, leave him blue
[Verse 6]
Now your skull got a big crater, see you later, alligator
Bring the bodies to the swamp
Leave 'em as bait for the chomp and I'm gone
[Verse 7]
(Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed)
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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