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Gorilla Position
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Gorilla Position was released on November 11, 2024 by Hate Being Sober as a part of the album Audio Narcotics
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Release DateNovember 11, 2024
LabelHate Being Sober
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hate Being Sober
Hate Being Sober
Performer
Kenny Cadence
Kenny Cadence
Vocals
Brinkworth
Brinkworth
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Brinkworth
Lee Brinkworth
Composer
Mark Naylor
Mark Naylor
Lyrics
Abraham Orellana
Abraham Orellana
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brinkworth
Brinkworth
Engineer
Abraham Orellana
Abraham Orellana
Producer

Lyrics

I'm coming straight out of the gate
Like an ex convict who just finished a 20 stretch
Thought that I was out of bars
But I've got plenty left
Basically spent the majority of my adult life in a sweat box
Perfecting rhythms and flows and nobody's bettered me yet
No matter how many have tried I've never fallen once
Used to rhyme with a closed mind
Now it's an open box
Used to want to vacate the booth
When I was given the opening spot
Til I realised how much I got off my chest
When I started opening up
They just wanted to drop me in another pool of rappers
Not knowing I've been chlorine my whole life
I'd clean house
They'd try to mess with my rhythm stoke
I'd never breath out
Try and hold me under longer
Don't try to tell me what it means to reach out
I had a change of heart
In other words I bypassed my own shit
Needed to regroup forget my old shit
Hone in on this craft that I've mastered and hold it
Til I've squeezed the life up out of it
And can say that I've owned it
They love to ride on that skippy flow that I do so often
If certain people no longer wanna put me on
Then I'm off then
Feel like I'm the offspring of Steve Austin
I guess I'm pretty fly for a white guy,
And I'm stone cold when I'm stomping
Guess I better learn from the errors that I'm churned out over the years
Find myself back on the steps on the church of the Salvation Army
Clutching a cordless mic
Do your research, and maybe you'll believe me when
I say I've been following Booths my whole life
I
I
Been lost inside a world that I don't care to live in
Use my mic to say what I like and I don't care who listens
Shared with you emotions they wont dare admit
And now they locked my art inside a box that it can barely fit in
Scary feeling
When you realise that you been barely living
Bare decisions made from an unfair position Stoned
Unprepared to give em
Dark rings around my eyes and all my hair is missing
Far from where I started but too far from where my parents visioned
Fair admittance
Listen
I've been saying that for years
Through the darkness through the hardship
Through the carnage through the tears
Since the moment that I started been that artist that they fear
Cuz my bars will hit your soul whilst they be targeting your ears
They said my market disappeared
And I need to switch the pattern with it
Told em shut the fuck up cuz I haven't finished
Rapping isn't nothing like them fashion victims tag you in it's
Way more than unbalanced kids with challenges
Still I don't see no challenge this
Is natural to some of us
No cap to those who coming up
Regardless of your numbers know
My catalogue is fucking nuts
Go check my legacy I earned my stripes
But burning herb all night had made me nervous and uncertain I
Spent years to hide that certain side of me that causes pain
Suppression caused depression
And the hurt it caused insane
Know it hurts when called insane
By the ones you love the most
But they the ones who fell in love with a ghost
And now I'm certain it is
Time that I unearth the spirit
Resurrect that person with it
Merged with what I've learnt
Give my all til I resurface winning
Bounce back more determined given all that I done
And I'll decide when its over and done
Written by: Abraham Orellana, Lee Brinkworth, Mark Naylor
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