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Adolescence
799
Hip-Hop/Rap
Adolescence was released on October 30, 2015 by Hoso as a part of the album The Jade Amulet
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Release DateOctober 30, 2015
LabelHoso
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ASM
ASM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Simmons
Adam Simmons
Composer, Lyrics
Benjamin Bambach
Benjamin Bambach
Composer, Lyrics
Maik Schindler
Maik Schindler
Lyrics, Composer
Matthieu Detton
Matthieu Detton
Composer
Benjamin Bouton
Benjamin Bouton
Composer

Lyrics

Harvest Day, Crown Hill
Ten years later
Slip my tunic on and move along to hillhead
Summertime, gonna go and find the man Illus
Residing in the east end of the village
I could either try to hitch a chariot ride
Or go and make the pilgrimage on foot
It's good I choose the latter 'cause the ladies on my way across town
With their giggles and their laughter love to have a quick chat
Or, most days, a lot more
But not right now, I'm heading out to the forge
To see if I can catch a glimpse of what is going on
Like why the king is acting odd and soldiers sing the songs
Illus and his father Magnus sometimes saw the right and the wrong
Even fortnights before they came to spawn
(He strolls along) I stroll along without a single care in my bones
Or the whole wide land of the barrier
Distracted by the jubilee of Harvest Day
I almost forgot to grab some berries at the marketplace
Swordfish in the tributary
Oh, so composed, floats carefree
Occupying upper echelons
Alpha, certified, local folk mechadon
Hammerhead in the tributary
So visionary, gets waved through preliminaries
Clearly in control, uppermost of echelons
Mechadon, one step beyond
Bluefin tuna in the tributary
Grace of a god, but a temper that's incendiary
Legendary, kid, strictly upper echelon
Etched in stone for the record, the mechadon
Sure shot mythical material of Crown Hill
Even known to give the townspeople counsel
The poor get bled in the same old cycle
He scrawls haikus, son don't trifle
Step to Shaleema, catch a boulder to the shoulder blades
Show up by your betta, say your welcome has been overstayed
Once rhymed his confession to the hail
Known to hold his own in a session on the ale
Now who is this swift-talking man on a bale of hay?
Tell the myths, speaking cryptic of later days
Hypnotizing all my peers who can't break the gaze
And I'm amazed in the same way that they are
How can they be standing there in awe? (He doesn't understand)
And I don't really care or wanna waste time with it
Still trying to pay the town blacksmith a visit
What? You talking to me?
Well how would you know?
I didn't choose our king
Why don't we let them make up their own minds?
Man, forget it, I'm outta here
I've heard enough, save your breath
A major peg in my sandal
This latest trend of preaching incohesively
To chickens who can't lay an egg
I'm taking it to heart although I'm trying harder to forget
No sooner than he sets foot in the smithy
Illus starts bubbling, extremely animated
Even by his own excitable standards
Barely able to contain it
He should keep it under wraps
But they had just received an order from the royal armed guard
To the tune of nearly ten thousand
Swords at the moon cycle's turnaround
This could mean only one thing
The culmination of a decade's rabble-rousing and
Meticulous manipulation finally coming to fruition
(You know what that means, right?)
The eve of battle was upon them
(We're going to war, Shaleema
We're going to war!)
Man, what are you all in arms about?
What do you have against a bunch of people you've never met?
(Come on, Shaleema!
We know the stories
Of what happened in Zacapa Valley)
Stories, what are these stories?
They're people just like us
(Oh my, there you go again with your crazy theories)
Written by: Adam Simmons, Benjamin Bambach, Benjamin Bouton, Maik Schindler, Matthieu Detton
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