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Grasp
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Grasp è stato pubblicato il 26 luglio 2022 da 1469213 Records DK come parte dell'album Remains
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AlbumRemains
Data di uscita26 luglio 2022
Etichetta1469213 Records DK
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM77

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jakprogresso
Jakprogresso
Songwriter

Testi

- He's a truly exceptional scientist; He has a degree of intelligence that puts him about two centuries ahead of everyone else
- Why isn't he working with us?
- Because he's too independent, stubborn and undisciplined. He won't accept any kind of authority. But in a situation like this, he's the only person who can do anything
Lovely, yeah, lovely, yes, I've got something for you, lovely, yeah, lovely, yeah
You tell him I'm comin', tell him I'm fuckin' comin'!
Yeah, yeah, the black pirate banner wavin' (Hahahaha, yeah, man)
J23, (smell the campfire), Fatal Dose (Yeah)
Blue Schoolbus (Red Typewriter Guild)
Yeah, fuckin' do this, man (Fuck this shit)
Fuck a stand battle (fuck that), in a world of banned shadows
Hands black smoke, cigar roach blazin'
Dumpin' old painless, lands rattle
Chaingun, sweep your house away like a sand castle (Hahahaha!)
Another chapter ripped, King slasher flick
Tracklist is, attractive to hijackers and gun activists
It started with boredom
Three whores poured a salt circle and had a foursome
Songs ended up (what the fuck?) in gore forums
Suicides found playin' my tracks on repeat
Post mortem, first brick weed was from Fordham (Wow)
Hit the Morrison Hotel, ticket bought
Doctor Gonzo holdin' a knife, trippin' balls (Woah)
Forgot to take the Risperdal
Bodies out in the open positioned wrong
'Cause I move figures like Borishnikov
Died in '06, now strangle producers with cords (Uegh)
From turntables around the neck like a Tone Lōc vid
I took the tab the size of a Post-It note (Wow)
Then watch Cthulhu's giant eye in the sky open slow (Uhh)
I hit up chicks, smart with the pick-ups (Hey, what's up?)
Rifkin with one in the pickup, a bit mixed up (A bit dumb!)
At 6, in a six stuff, two in a ditch dug
Faces bloated lookin' cripped up
I'm like G.E. with the town plugs
I'll have to link with skaters from CT, light ya house up (Brr)
The bomb in a ink can
Kamikazes with death notes, painted on the wingspan
Now you tell him to get on his bike and ride it away from this town, or I'll get him locked up, now do it
Written by: Jak Progresso
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