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Stress.com
13
Hip-Hop/Rap
Stress.com was released on September 23, 2001 by Galapagos4 as a part of the album If It Ain't Been In a Pawn Shop, Then It Can't Play the Blues
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Release DateSeptember 23, 2001
LabelGalapagos4
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

Lyrics

Hello I'm stressed, fuck you, you're fired and pregnant
'Cause I control this twisted carnival
Hit the exits, I spent your rent on killing children chasing red cents
Tasted birthday cake, want a vote? In Vape and dead scents
From hemp scented bar parking lots where justice don't chill
To money hungry starving artists dressing up with no skills
So, hush, pretend it's a game, just remember the pain
Write a song about the industry's dust and trees lost
Then it's the same jargon, hardened garbage
How's your liver? How's your sister drowned her kid in liquor sips?
Stereo sound for six
Figures it's bigger than right and wrong
It's writing songs for singing sheep to sleep
Bleach the sheets, petite and leeches teach the feast
On your baby's dreams cause maybe
Things ain't that bad not considering
I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin
I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin
Rip the infants limb from limb
Struts the skins for instruments
Bang the drum, bang the gun
Buy the jeans, buy the hope
Buy the smoke, buy the gallon
Buy the rope, by the throat
Buy the talent, buy the rope
Buy the throat, buy the talent
Buy the rope, buy the throat
Buy the talent
Mimicking riddles, filling abusions
Filling these shoes, that's impossible
Fossils rocking, Big Macs in public, hip-
Hop and toppled obstacles and stumbling
You've got a shot, humility's just an anchor
Work to turn the slaves into graves, ashes to cash, dust to pay dirt
Chalk up a favor, pay it later, for now we'll fake the sound ground
Shaking anti-gravity when your wallet weighs you down
Hip-hop cultures flourishing, worth worshiping these vulture skulls
Of target markets, red carpets and carbon multiples
Of headings bleeding sevens, sixes in small print
I'll be Tiresias to lead these lemmings to the dolphin shit
Be Tiresias to lead these lemmings towards the dolphin shit
They have eyes but do not see
I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin
I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin
I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin
I'm not the victim
I'm not the victim
I'm not the victim
I'm not the victim
I'm not the victim
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