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Second Hand
Hip-Hop/Rap
Second Hand was released on October 17, 2025 by MattMosh Tracks as a part of the album Minute Hand
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Release DateOctober 17, 2025
LabelMattMosh Tracks
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Edward Motsch
Matthew Edward Motsch
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Edward Motsch
Matthew Edward Motsch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mar Lovace
Mar Lovace
Engineer
Thomas Tran Anh Nguyen
Thomas Tran Anh Nguyen
Producer

Lyrics

I spray melodically
I contain the same velocity to make Usain Bolt look like a dang disabled wannabe (slowpoke)
Temptation's conquering as damnation's taunting me
Screamed"fuck my life" and right then became a prodigy
Got big energy I do not play the lottery but dream of hitting Lotto everyday I fall asleep (Lotto rapper)
Dawg look how I'm causing all this pain on Thomas beats
Ironically they say that talk is cheap I'm telling bitches off for free
Spitting like the Killer Bees when I invade your colony (Wu-Tang)
To attain some fame I would exchange a major artery (what)
I'm sick of being not accepted
With all these squares I'm done because I've had it up to here like I lost in Tetris
One day they'll call this song an epic cuz this song is epic
While I'm rhyming I am not abiding by the common ethics
Some fuckers worked hard then lost it when they got respected
When I'm up I'm staying up these lazy fucks are narcoleptic
Kaptive think fast what do you wanna say
I don't know Ima need something new to contemplate
My junk's so huge I fucking cut my pubes with helicopter blades
Saw a horror flick got bored and flipped like a nollie tre
I say the same things over and over again
Cuz I'm a crazy motherfucker I like coke with my fent
See I do not need to be high or smoke with my friends
To have you fully convinced that I'm getting dope with the pen
The government has tricked me with perception of a choice
When in reality I'm actually neglected of a voice
Things suck then when it's normal you're expected to rejoice"Another rapper turned political like Eminem and Royce"
Oh well pardon me for caring what direction we are going
Screw it I'll go back to acting like an edgy little boy
The crazy rapist is back with Flipside in this bitch
And I'm so tired of getting pissed I think I sighed when I flipped
I'm undeniably sick that makes you hypochondriacs
Hence why it's a minimum of eighty feet your falling back
So what is the likelihood you totally will calm my ass
You prolly had a better chance of OJ on a polygraph
I don't give a fuck if you're only taking honors classes or it's all As that you're pulling for your mom and dad
You can be a fluent reader who's a beast at college math
You are still a super senior truthfully a stallin' grad who I grab this nuclear and bomb your ass
Get it? Stalin Grad but like a stalling graduate
Because I bomb your ass because you're talking back you bitch
I've never been intelligent but musically you all are trash
Most friends that care for me I make them an op
I can see myself inheriting the traits of my pops
That mean I'm screaming from my larynx till my trachea stops
I wish that I would simply cherish everyday that I got but I do not nope
The second hand it tics
And I wanted it to pause but it incessantly persists
As I enter the abyss I reminisce attempting to remember what is bliss but I never get the gist
And I wish that I could quit stressing for a bit
But maybe that's what makes me great and what will get you to admit
That what the fuck I do I do it amazingly even if it means making it a mundane routine
I had big dreams I would make a hit
It's another album later on the same dumb shit
'Till I'm fucking out of paper I ain't changed one bit
I'm leaving nothing on my chest like an A-cup bitch
And I'm pissed because I'm unsure of why I'm pissed
Only thing I like about me is I'd murder on a diss
I hate when people say that this is stupid as hell because they're too pussy to get up and do it themselves
I've completed written off any judgy bystanders
Cuz they ain't me so tell me why the fuck should I answer
Plus it's rather evident I've sacrificed too much
So now I've gotta play my cards and hope that passion is enough
I can't let anything distract me from what's up
So if my stomach houses butterflies I'll stab me in the gut
I feel a little bad you know cuz family and stuff
But it'll be worth it and if not then I'm actually fucked
Written by: Matthew Edward Motsch
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