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Rush
1163
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rush è stato pubblicato il 4 agosto 2023 da MutationStudios come parte dell'album Rush - Single
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Data di uscita4 agosto 2023
EtichettaMutationStudios
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM120

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Embodied Havoc
Embodied Havoc
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Dean Carey Jr
Bill Dean Carey Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Embodied Havoc
Embodied Havoc
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Producer, Graphic Design

Testi

[intro]
There are those who climb, and those who are born. Stay away from those who are born at the top, but those who successfully climb and have slain, are a much greater foe then those
[hook]
No matter how many things ive done, it seems like its just never enough,
Step with no concern to outcomes, every wall in my path gets crushed,
Wont stop till im dead or done, even if you run, you cant catch up
Try to take a shot if you want, power me up, adrenaline rush
[v1]
The wall could reach up, grabbing the sky,
I could nosedive until the end of time,
While others waste time getting high,
I focus on my blistering climb.
I love my craft, but do you?
How do you fight Cthulhu?
Do you know how I view you?
If I wanted, I still cant come to you,
That’s a diss and a homage,
For those sitting in the back who are Amish,
I’m entendre, god amongst fish,
All you swim in the same direction,
Make it easy to cast a net,
And you believe I wont fasten it?
I dashed ahead when disaster hits,
Never plastered past sunsets,
No cash beds, or any phantom jets
Im dyslexic, with no cassettes
Even assassinated the alphabet,
That’s what makes me the fucking best,
The fact that I rap,
Misreading every word I said
And yet never mumbled or spit some crap,
The game is too damn cramped.
For the gaps in skill to be this vast,
Ive crossed oceans while others can’t read the map
[v2]
No matter my field, I never get filled,
Program to rap, Cows still get killed
I’m the end boss, who’s covered in moss
Napping on rocks, look for me but get lost,
I stay at the top, I do as I please,
Don’t beg me to stop, I can’t hear your pleas
My floor is your roof, my scraps are your dish,
Your flies on fruit, tryna snatch my shit,
Can’t tell the difference?
I exist,
His standards are incoming,
With blood-stained banners
Insane mass herds,
Of mind-numbing bastards
Leveled by rash words
I mastered, past hurts,
Backwards chapters
Are thriving pastures
If I see tractors,
Or extractors
From class girls,
Or hungry hamsters
I promise the last words
Won’t come to matter
Imma make a killin
Like a mineshaft,
Was sent descendin,
Exercised penmanship
Im not nas x or NF,
I don’t like dick in
That’s why my fans have intelligence
They don’t support nonsense,
[v3]
No one wants to test me anymore, its just depressing, so much power left dormant,
No torture, its my culture to rip supporting floorboards, im a pointer, know your location in C, you see me but your not sharp, hate my idiosyncrasy
Hate for Nicki, im unique and angry, wont even spill your beans upon me,
Beefing secretly, fearfully, discreetly, pussy, infinite, peeing,
I am BC someone please fucking try me, destruction to unleash on thee,
Send em spiraling, descending down the hall of unforgiving misery,
Apprehend me immediately for I approach the summit of high and mighty,
My Diatribe I dump it, it plummets to nothing cause no one wants to climb fighting
Other words when catastrophe strikes, no one wants to resolve the conflict, savvy?
Its Simply simplistic, don’t pick on me then switch it, a big dick move, fuck digits, no problem snapping a whip on the back of a bitch, now listen
Written by: Bill Dean Carey Jr
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