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Substance
1,156
Hip-Hop/Rap
Substance was released on July 20, 2016 by Island Earth Music as a part of the album Ipcus Pinecone
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Release DateJuly 20, 2016
LabelIsland Earth Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM101

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ipcus Pinecone
Ipcus Pinecone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stanley Raymond Demaree
Stanley Raymond Demaree
Songwriter

Lyrics

May you return to your sender
Do you feel pain or loss of fire from your center?
Welcome to Earth, you have been born into a wicked place
Full of rats, roaches, and vermin swimming with the snakes
But you will never know the reason for your downfall
While some lady bit from the apple at the carnival
We have erected ancient penises and capitols
As we worship the mighty dollar and her miracles
Lottery, lottery, uh
Sleeping giants hoping they will awaken sooner than later
I'm lying, what's cracking? I mean it, batten
Fuck it, let it happen
Angel wings and dark matter
Let the blood splatter
Full moon, it doesn't matter
Time waits for no man
Shiva will do her dance
Movie stars will celebrate
Wet dreams advance
Your crotch rocket will get you to the end of the road
As your body disintegrates and the maker takes your soul
From the birds gather disease at ease with the creators
One's gathering bones, the other's gathering data
Mother, may we be a lesson at least, please
Not food for the beast
Release my heart to the chief
Connect my soul to the seas
Let it flow throughout the stars 'til it finds peace
We only wanted to be free
But the ones with the money and land had an agenda at hand
Call it supply and demand, invisible chains on the man
I ain't complaining 'cause maybe really we should've been killed
Life is a blink of an eye and I know we're stupid as hell
Yeah, whether we started in test tubes
Or came from dimensions beyond monkeys and cesspools
I'm sorry we couldn't meet your criteria, masters
Bastards, fathers of the cadavers plastered in the pastures
But can we get a second chance?
Or do we live forever or could this be the last dance?
Reptar, see who flies on the cigars
Are you the enemy? Is that what happened to Mars?
Now that we are one with the cosmos
Cosmic triggers are pointed at you and I'm the Holy Ghost
Your species is good as toast
Are you a demon though?
Are you the father who fucked my people some time ago?
Anunnaki, whatever, call me Lucifer's nightmare
Legionnaire, the one from the black coast
Son of the burning chair
Pewm pewm lasers, guardian of the watchers
Used to be just a mortal, now I can say I gotcha
Look at me, I'm flying with no wings
Nobody is needed anymore, I'm floating
Of course this is hard to deal with
Not too long ago I was a human experiment
Tripping on whiskey bottles liquored up on Christmas
Now the tables have turned and you made my shit list
Ain't that a bitch?
Written by: Stanley Raymond Demaree
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