album cover
artist
claymore & Mike Mass
Facsimiles
Hip-Hop/Rap
Facsimiles 由 Claymore Industries/Wave Theory 於 2026年4月30日發行，收錄於專輯《Mass Effects 3》中
album cover
專輯Mass Effects 3
發行日期2026年4月30日
標籤Claymore Industries/Wave Theory
語言English
旋律
原聲音質
Valence
節奏感
輕快
BPM90

概覽

歌詞

音樂影片

音樂影片

積分

演出藝人
Claymore
Claymore
饒舌
詞曲
Mike O'Halloran
Mike O'Halloran
詞曲創作
Clayton Jones
Clayton Jones
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Mike Mass
Mike Mass
製作人

歌詞

Life is like a violin string
A soundtrack to silence and violent screams
Calm minds that's concocting all the vilest things
Ultraviolet behind all the brightest of screens//
Scroll through an old message board on 4chan
Bold lines of code, mad smorgasbord of FORTRAN
hot lava pit typed up in JavaScript
C++, to debug another program//
You pythons that slither in cages
No programming language, your visuals basic
We vagrants trapped in a digital matrix
A maze as we navigate the liminal spaces//
Like putting graphics in a weak computer
What's the use of finding good inside of evildoers
Know they peeping what you do, then they release the shooters
See the goons peeking in ya room right beneath the sewers//
Goons peeking in ya room right beneath the sewers
gotta sneakily manoeuvre when elites pursue us
Fuck the shit you claim, boulder that I'm shouldering
go through pain, no Novocaine, till i go insane
clothing plain, stained, soaking from the pouring rain
Krakatoa, pyroclastic flow-er, black snow done came//
Hold and load the things, till the pole'll ring
Stole ya chain, and ya bangles, plus ya golden rings
hopes and dreams hang, dangle from ya openings
Bro got a hole in ya frame, now you don't know a thing//
Flow, rolling like a stream, no Poland Spring
Holding cream, blowing through ya team like Bowling Green
Like distorted themes seen in bipolar brains
Sometimes you stay and play the role till you stole the scene//
Floating on this plane wit some broken wings
Where I meet my end might depend on where the spoiler aims
Watch the whole shebang ignite, then explode in flames
Going up in smoke, then it smoulder till there's no remains//
Let it smoulder till there's no remains
Brush the dirt up off my shoulder like what Hova say
Chilling like there's nothing to fear, nothing but spite
Feeling like I'm wanting to kill, blood on my knife
Wonder why none of them feel, nothing you write
Only running wit, brothers I will, trust with my life//
When I walk this vacant road, it's like a torture chamber
You can see the hate can grow when it be born from anger
If I'm worth my weight in gold, make a fortune later
'Cause you know they say the bold is who the fortune favours//
Metamorphosis of Martin and Malcolm
I got mad power, black powder, no talcum
Feeling outgunned, challenge that I outrun
Put my best first, but expect the worst outcome//
Shit is blacker than the skin on my hand
Or the shit that we extracting from the pits in the sand
Wish that we could live like they live in Japan
But instead, our tax dollars bombing kids in Iran//
Pay the entrance fee, to the grave from our infancy
Annals of the slaves that's engraved into infamy
These MAGA cretins ain't matching my black energy
Matter of fact, these, are actual facsimiles//
Written by: Clayton Jones, Mike O'Halloran

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