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Fascitis
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fascitis was released on September 22, 2025 by 3156315 Records DK as a part of the album Fascitis - Single
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Release DateSeptember 22, 2025
Label3156315 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brinsino
Brinsino
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brinsino
Brinsino
Songwriter
Jon Macdonald
Jon Macdonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deeser
Deeser
Producer

Lyrics

I catch your ears off guard when I speak - "en garde"!
Wielding my pen like a broad sword
Avant garde going beyond hard
Like nas past the marge- I splatter out the con-tour
Let the people March, shouting "Free Ozturk" from the Harvard Yard
Whenever I breathe, char zard
But their deck stacked with super PAC Chase cards
So they chase card holders to carry off
Not a paradox, riff filled with scary thoughts
I could play that shit, but I'll spare the aux
I could say that shit, but I'll scare the thots
Nah, fuck it! Let em be terrified
Disease on the rise, and the beef tarrif high
All my peers in fear, paralyzed
I'll speak my piece, til the beat caremalized
The air up high, that they breathe rarified
Think Elon Musk should be sterilized
One hundred and eighty degrees fahrenheit
Is the temp you needa reach to eat barons, right?
Gotta shi-shi-shift like a paradigm
They mi-mimic and they parrot lies, parasites
And then carry out crimes, truth buried outside
Too wearied, too wary to fight
They ain't your bro or your homie, so you got me over here throwing a fit
I'm so over the GOPhers, who go toe to toe for the opulent, loaded, and rich
The polemic ferocious, just hope that you focus, and notice what goes on within
But if my opus as dope as them opiates get
Could you hope to cope with this copious wit?
No no no, you overdose, malloc the malice
Overload, stack overflow. Ain't cooler than cool, but that
ICE is cold, they broke in your home. Sleeping on this, then
You ain't woke, you comatose. One more time, said
No no no, you overdose, checks and the balance, that's
Overthrown, they holdin thrones. Ain't cooler than cool, but that
ICE is cold, they broke in your home. Sleeping on this, then
You ain't woke, you comatose. Hear me now, stop
Snoozing on. Taking my stance, crossed the
Rubicon. hope it ain't your
Views that I'm pooping on, if so move along
Knicks in a twist like a cube of the Rubik's kind
Mixing up all the algorithms
Could've fixed this court with Al Gore pickin
Cut US AID cause it sounds efficient
Now we really spread AIDS; how's that for winning?
But just one question: who's in charge?
Between Putin's arm _with hegemonic lust
Thrust Up the butt of the puppet strewn along
And then Musk, rat fucking the funding
And funding Republican lottery fuckery
Robber skullduggery, economy suffering
Budget is gutted, but tax cut is supercharged
We done snoozed through a few alarms
Austerity parody, tyranny glaring
Remember when they tried to coup d'etat?
With a suit of armor, thought you could barge in
Stil got pardoned by the president
But God forbid that a resident
Ever try to protest a Benjamin
Ever try to decry a genocide
ICE'll deport, and won't tell us why
To El Salvador, for protesting war, or
Maybe just the type of your chromatophores
They shatter norms, and disasters form
Please open your eyes, it never mattered more
Don't stop me now, cause I'm on a roll
Got more bars than Guantanamo
Which is where they'll send me if I scuff a model 3
Could you really hold it in if you see what I see?
No no no, you overdose, malloc the malice
Overload, stack overflow. Ain't cooler than cool, but that
ICE is cold, they broke in your home. Sleeping on this, then
You ain't woke, you comatose. One more time, said
No no no, you overdose, checks and the balance, that's
Overthrown, they holdin thrones. Ain't cooler than cool, but that
ICE is cold, they broke in your home. Sleeping on this, then
You ain't woke, you comatose
I'm so tired of arguments: all of this arduous
Hard head and heartlessness, Farfetched farce n' fibs
Narcissist, Art of the Artifice
Market dips. Don't look at me
I wanted no part in this
Hence these Sardonic arsonous bars I spit, while I'm
Grabbing my dick, saying "pardon this"!
But it's up to us if we are finished
Do we discard our progress in the garbage bin
Or we fix the falter and then start again
Know the deck is stacked though; it's hard to win
My fellow country and congressmen
Look at this point it ain't even partisan
It's the tyrant era that we guard against
It's the red, white, and blue and the stars within!
Written by: Alex Brinson, Jon Macdonald
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