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Salt

Hip-Hop

Salt was released on February 1, 2023 by StandPoint as a part of the album Brain Waves

Song Details

AlbumBrain Waves

Release DateFebruary 1, 2023

LabelStandPoint

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM92

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Standpoint

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

James Adrian

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Standpoint

Producer

Lyrics

I intend to be great, but is anyone making a trip and

attending the wake if I die? I need a friend to relate not a

fan to be fake. To take wind out of my sails and steal my

thunder. Holding ‘em down while they held me under.

Some sell, some buy, some barter stolen hearts and

souls charred in cole, then barred to be bought and sold.

When the well runs dry dark and cold. They won’t tell us

why. They’ll just try to sell some lie con-artists told.

Calculative how to move with very protective

sense of where I invest care and attention. There is

no question, salary is barely incentive for spiting

valuable gifts shared in this nightmarish reality lived.

Only my closest homies remotely know me.

those who opposed me can go stroke their own supposed

dopest local emcee trophy they hold so closely.

Then proceed to the nose bleeds. No seats.

No one’s true to their word. They’ll stab you in the back.

I don’t move with the herd or travel in a pack.

A man without a face is a man with a thousand ways to

walk amongst you. Off-putting, but never out of place.

Losing peace of mind? Use a piece of mine. This outlook is

bigger than what’ll sound good at the recent time. Contrary

to the redundancy, these idiots are aren’t savants. Bunch of

oxymorons who prolly call paradoxes ironic.

I move in silence no matter how loudly you speak. Somehow

the cowards who beat me while I was down and weak are nowhere

to be found now that I’m back around to my feet, standing proud.

Surrounded by sheep you couldn’t count on for sleep.

Rules don’t need apply. Disguised wolves posing in sheep’s wool

clothing pulled over the eyes of those who uphold the lies.

Ain’t your fault. It’s the fools that trained your thought. So go

ahead and take this title brain wave with a grain of salt.

I’m here to grind the smear campaigns to mere sand grains

until brand name is all you racketeers can change. If I get

spoiled rich, I’m dissin’ all you disloyal royal bitches

so pussy, you smell like coil fish broiled crisp in crisco oil.

Type of pussy to brag about kitty you’re getting, yet

skittishly scamper off from litter you scatter all over the city.

It’s a pity tryna make it in this pit full of lying snakes who

hide and wait to justify hateful nature violate you.

Be warned of the wild hounds. They’ll duck around a corner of the

house and pounce when you’re down on luck. Hornets

swarm once talent is sprouting up from underground. Huh.

I wonder how none of them did amount to much.

I am merely the ill conceived afterlife of a wildebeest

sacrificed in a killing spree, hacked and sliced to a million pieces.

Back with twice the abilities. I still believe. The jagged knife that was

drilled in me’s half the size of my will to breath. Feel at ease.

Even the last to leave are only back to feast on the rations

once their capture detaches the latch and leash. The alpha-

beast has the least reason to flash his teeth. I’ve painted a

masterpiece with the bloodstains of my past deceased.

No one’s true to their word. They’ll stab you in the back.

I don’t move with the herd or travel in a pack.

A man without a face is a man with a thousand ways to

walk amongst you. Off-putting, but never out of place.

Written by: James Adrian

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