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IT'S ALL GONE WRONG
Lyrics: D' Brassic
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Take charge
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» today's position in sub-genre: # 220 in Alternative Hip Hop
» highest in sub-genre: # 47 (114,342 songs currently listed in HipHop > Alternative Hip Hop) » today's position: # 2322 in HipHop
» today's position in sub-genre: # 220 in Alternative Hip Hop
About the song
The song happens when HIEROGLYPHICS and DEAD PRESIDENTS come alive in an INDIAN rapper!!
Lyrics
[VERSE 1]
I'm all jet set with the best text
to invoke the demons who take rest
raise the masses and they dead
with the cloak of freedom, they fake best
fakes claim to make waves n bunches fatter
dont just make sounds, raise some din and clatter
a right to speak on the mouth of barrells
rappers mad as hatters, act the baddest, sh*** it dont even matter
we a victim of votes
we cant afford, a system of hoes
democracy, a farce it is, parties hardly part with the notes
shining crises, rising prices guiding vices
flashing fascists in the iris
streets will know what a fight is
as m urging every urchin on the margin of society
[CHORUS]
its all gone wrong
gone wrong motherf***ers gone wrong
its all gone wrong
baby, its gone wrong, gone wrong
its all gone wrong
all of it is, wrong all of it is
its all gone wrong
yeah, gone wrong, gone wrong
[VERSE 2]
f*** gold and ice, my ink is bling
flow salvages big sinking ships
survival instincts, think to the brim
brazen power on the mic, like my studioz a gym
gotta utilise lines while those just sing
show the djinns, dont force the hints
the information act, disclose the sins
hour of the weak, power to the meek?
handicapped rights, cuz they left most illiterate
man-eater will infilitrate corridors of auditors
believe, the kalyug kalki fantasy, it oddly does
prolly world's saviour will need gun and vests
bite a chunk off neck from a chump on desk
commit suicide then and jump off deck
rest is a riot and a bunch of press
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
india shining and the american dream? (huh)
taking your flour, selling you the bread
need of the hour, spelling out their death
increments, tend to fend the government first
never meant for us, never meant for us
opportunities on frozen oceans with pirate tyrants
homes on high-rent, smash the hydrant,
vociferous virulence, violence is vibrant(go for it)
cuz offense is the best defense
attack intense at every sense, and not just self-defence
keep the situation tense, till they kick pretense
and then you will find friends as foes, and foes as friends
I'm all jet set with the best text
to invoke the demons who take rest
raise the masses and they dead
with the cloak of freedom, they fake best
fakes claim to make waves n bunches fatter
dont just make sounds, raise some din and clatter
a right to speak on the mouth of barrells
rappers mad as hatters, act the baddest, sh*** it dont even matter
we a victim of votes
we cant afford, a system of hoes
democracy, a farce it is, parties hardly part with the notes
shining crises, rising prices guiding vices
flashing fascists in the iris
streets will know what a fight is
as m urging every urchin on the margin of society
[CHORUS]
its all gone wrong
gone wrong motherf***ers gone wrong
its all gone wrong
baby, its gone wrong, gone wrong
its all gone wrong
all of it is, wrong all of it is
its all gone wrong
yeah, gone wrong, gone wrong
[VERSE 2]
f*** gold and ice, my ink is bling
flow salvages big sinking ships
survival instincts, think to the brim
brazen power on the mic, like my studioz a gym
gotta utilise lines while those just sing
show the djinns, dont force the hints
the information act, disclose the sins
hour of the weak, power to the meek?
handicapped rights, cuz they left most illiterate
man-eater will infilitrate corridors of auditors
believe, the kalyug kalki fantasy, it oddly does
prolly world's saviour will need gun and vests
bite a chunk off neck from a chump on desk
commit suicide then and jump off deck
rest is a riot and a bunch of press
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
india shining and the american dream? (huh)
taking your flour, selling you the bread
need of the hour, spelling out their death
increments, tend to fend the government first
never meant for us, never meant for us
opportunities on frozen oceans with pirate tyrants
homes on high-rent, smash the hydrant,
vociferous virulence, violence is vibrant(go for it)
cuz offense is the best defense
attack intense at every sense, and not just self-defence
keep the situation tense, till they kick pretense
and then you will find friends as foes, and foes as friends

