Produced by REAL RAPPERS ONLY BEATS. Beat modified by Skeletal. Contains an interpolation of Josquin des Prez’s “Missa Pange Lingua”. Beat re-arranged by Skeletal.

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This club song concept has never been done...until now. If you praise me, it might as well be "Clurch". This is the second single from my upcoming debut album, Initiation (coming June 5th). Released: April 24.

Pass them **** and watch them *****
Bump this **** and watch them praise
Watch them gaze as I amaze
Hear them say every phrase
I’ll make you believe in me
On your knees, receivin’ me
So, let us pray, like we’re in church
This ain’t no club, I dub it “Clurch”

Makin’ my way in, my song is playin’
I take a glance around, people are swayin’
I start to prance about, then I hear a shout
“Behold! Skel is here!” My presence astounds
Be told a great amount, I’m meant to be sold
**** a 40 oz., I don’t guzzle it
I’m here to muscle in, leave the club and muzzle it
(Silence…)
You rap for the fame and the perks, signed by quirks
I rap in the name of our Founder, Kool Herc
I’m under Oath to utter the utter truth
Hip-Hop is dead, yet liars still clutter booths
I am the answer, you should know the question
Amass the masses, because Mass is in session
Where followers empty beer bottle glasses and lurch
So, follow us, cheers, and welcome to Clurch

Glory, praise, and honour; sorry if I’m hotter
It’s ‘cause I rhyme in pain, a lyrical martyr
Every line insane, crazier than lunacy
Through me, with me, in me, in the unity
Of the Bony Spirit, the sky is the limit
I give it my all, sick wit’ every lyric
Believe I breathe life into every minute
So, emulate and mimic; I’m all real, no gimmicks
No tricks and no widgets, I use wit to rivet
It’s vivid I’m a pivot, I am an exhibit
Fitted when I spit it, my skill is Infinite
My words are transmitted because I inhibit
Chicks, I can be timid, but give me your digits
An’ I’ll give you somethin’ so rigid, you’ll fidget
If you made me livid, you won’t live wit’ my riches
I have a dream…and none of you are in it

My skills are praiseworthy, so I’ll be praised early
Mostly dark and gloomy, ‘cause I was raised murky
My feelings lured me to become lurky
Whatever hurt me, I resorted to store it
Sometimes, I think I shoulda been aborted
Hiding a sinister plan not to be abortive
Avenge the unsupportive, my motives are assorted
You say I won’t get it, but I will afford it
For living with doubters, I will be awarded
I will be accorded, my plot won’t be thwarted
I’ll get you contorted, like your face is distorted
I sported verbal wit since I was a short kid
I will be elevated, like a wart is
I will be transported to a mansion, comforted
Sitting in a room, seein’ peekers peer through
I’m comin’ soon, to a speaker near you

Ah, **** it