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Lyrics
DZK - So Unholy
[verse]:[1]
I was made by an innovative race from deep space
crashed thru da atmosphere in a green blaze
awakened in a crater, dazed, as police gazed
at me and the haze of raising steam and flames
I was chained and taken away, debating my fate
kept as a slave in caves under gated estates
slept in stasis, as strange agents came
to invest-i-gate the ways my brain waves changed
I escaped and became an entertainer by trade
now I'm paid to shape a picture with a pencil and page
but not "shape" it, in a physical way, but ill-us-trate
a mental visual within a syllable maze
I stay in the state of a man at odds with fate
a convict stranded upstate, planning a prison break
when I shake this system, the land'll quake
lakes will ripple, ocean waves'll triple and break
I single-handedly demonstrate what insanity creates
I say what I wanna say, like some vanity plates
then put it behind me, to see the damage it makes
when you people try to read it and I slam on the brakes
you want evil? please, say no more
you couldn't see my halo if it was day-glo orange
and I'd say, pray for me, but there ain't no point
saving me is a waste of breath, save your voice
I'm a sick punk, I spit sludge, neon toxic
the constant target of a neo-gothic
witch-hunt, across the ponds and swamps I walk in
a nocturnal monster, in a furbished coffin
who emerges often just to burn up crosses
a curse upon farmers and merchants, stalkin
any village, with the sole purpose of robbin em,
then I kill em, and chop the body parts right off em
I'm destined for stardom, the best in the market
test and your chest gets carved with the sharpest
weapons I harbor and left with markings of Death
in the flesh, I'm the breath in the darkness
that sets on your neck, so your hair is raising
flip the light switch, frightened, stare in amazement
I'm slicin' and tearin' yer eyes from their place and
I'm dicing and wearin' the hide from your face
[hook]:
something's wrong with me
it's something yall can see
I sold my soul to the Devil
now the Devil's in control of me
I'm so unholy, so unholy, so unholy
[verse]:[2]
I scratch raps backwards, in a straight jacket
on a slate floor, paid for by state taxes
I would dislocate my shoulder and un-latch it
but the last time I did that, I was gang tackled
and hanged in shackles, I'm a crazy bastard
I don't have to explain, my last name is "Jackson"
got a passion for pain, whips, chains and slappin
play masochistic games as a sadist master
I'm insane, okay, hey, imagine what would happen
if Ted Bundy's baby had became a rapper
and there you have it, it's this - an instant classic
a slash and kill horror film, scored and mastered
and built, for your eardrums, instead of yer vision
my steel tongue spit the illest sh** with steady precision
ready to dish it, lips readied in a deadly efficient
measurement system of incisions of segmented inches