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Obsidian
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Obsidian was released on March 31, 2023 by NOGODRECORDS / Black Graffiti Records as a part of the album Don't Go Outside
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Release DateMarch 31, 2023
LabelNOGODRECORDS / Black Graffiti Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM166

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
klwn cat
klwn cat
Vocals, Beats
UNRULY
UNRULY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
W. Diaz
W. Diaz
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
klwn cat
klwn cat
Producer

Lyrics

Uh
At the store for 3 premium cigarillos
The preachers ward me off cuz the devious innuendos
The greediest with the money, police is clipping my kinfolk
Treasonous so I'm painted, they want the ink in my pencil
On the brink of a slip, there's a haunted scream in my mental
100 demons be lit and they pop elicits and fentanyl
Momma listened to jazz and my father listened to metal
It culminated in rap an abomination of info
Bars written be the new bar set
Couldn't afford to do the U-Haul we used our strength
You can ask yourself the question about who got next
I'm through talk, Unruly got a gun up to my head
Beware, if you gonna run the game best to not lose breath
Sex got you blind to the fact there's not food left
**** robbed you time and time again
Divine in consciousness rewrite the lines, it's sin
You ain stop thinking they got you yet?
You not safe
Shotgun shells done got through vest
You walking around paranoid wonder if God drew "X"
Across your name, so you name your son your namesake
It's fate to slip away and leave your armor so they stay safe
The razor blade scrape across my face, I've been away lately
Tryna make creations to reach the previous bar
Cause I been seeking the praise more than I been speaking to God
In the obvious in the way and this wall is shrinking my thoughts
Honor me with the NINA, pardon the misdemeanor
I ain't talking, my jokes are silent it's part of his slick demeanor
Unruly
I'm the rapper who's balling his fist for freedom
It's all in the writtens, read em
I'm god of the empty ink pen
You are the revolution
Unruly
Right here right now
Nothing else matters anymore
Money to be made, wars to be had, blood to be shed
I pray for you my ****
Stay Unruly
I look around and nobody on the street
No clocks are on the wall, there's no cops so I can breathe
The winter cold, got my fucking toes rottin' in my sneaks
I still walk into the wind
No regard for enemies
2:24, weary about who wanted war
I started running, but I don't have a clue what it's towards
The steps heighten in the background
Too vexed to back down Roulletes your last breath
From cool heads to meltdown
I acknowledge that you made mistakes and love truly
But those mistakes was seen as threatening towards Unruly
Steps get faster I don't know why I'm outside
On the dark streets and I just run with an outcry
Unruly kept runnin' till he ran out of breat
And turned around and saw a **** with his hands out as death
He screamed quiet all the towns in the people asleep
His eyes showed everything that he was dreaming to be
A big rapper on the stage with the money and hoes
A slick bastard on the street cause you feed into greed
He ran faster in the fog asking shit from God, Nazareth
He had practiced and forgot but that's just who we are
So
(Your dreams mislead you)
Written by: Ara Qaradaghi, Will Diaz
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