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Neon Genesis
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Warped Radiohead guitars lay the backbone for this track with a dry drum loop.
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Miami, Hip hop, Music, Underground, Alternative, rap, 305, Iron Lung, Aesop Rock, Rjd2, Def Jux, Trip hop, electro, Samurai Electro, Orlando, local, Miami
I started doing music for performance around 2000. I was the lead singer for a Miami metal band called “A Four Letter Word”. I earned my name here after trying out for the band with no mic or PA system, the other members where still able to hear me. The band grew in popularity without a real studio demo and while reviewing a contract sent to us by Mushroom Cloud Records, we disbanded. The drummer and guitarist would eventually get back together with a long time friend and form a new band called “Thick as Blood”, which is currently signed to Eulogy Records. The Drummer is also currently heading the new hardcore band “Knock’em Dead”. It was around 01’-02’ when I went back to my roots and started messing around with instrumentals. I spent a few years freestyling, writing and finding my own voice until finally, after a few life (and lyric) changing events, I released my first official mixtape around June of 2007 “10 Reasons Why You Won’t Like Lung EP”. February of 08’ saw the first release of “Samurai Electro”. This was a four track EP that was also sent out as a demo. It was re-released April 11th 2008 along with a new companion download featuring the acapellas and instrumentals. A compilation release featuring singles, collabs and rare tracks entitled "Underground Oddities" was released shortly after. The tracks dates range from before “10 Reasons” to after “Samurai Electro”. December of 2009 was the release of “The Lonely Hearts Club”; my first full-length instrumental album. Since then Underground Oddities Vol 2, and a collaboration project called “Iron-Phil-aments” (me mainly manning production, and Phil G on vocals) was released as a free download on Datpiff.com. 2010 also saw the release of a remix mixtape featuring some Def Jux favorites, Aesop Rock, Cage, and El-P; "Juxtaposition" was released on to Bandcamp.com along with another small EP called "Warning". I am currently working on my last free project before finishing the first and last Iron Lung Album. I am also producing a new EP for NY Legend C-Rayz Walz. Lots of new songs in the works, and shows to be booked soon, so become a fan!
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Peak #1,859
Peak in subgenre #170
Author
Iron Lung
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2008
Uploaded
August 31, 2007
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MP3 4.3 MB 128 kbps 4:42
Lyrics
Neon genesis / strike a match on the edifice / one bunk coordinate with logistics and the medicine / get the robo tripping triple C’s to all ten of us / but mister “suck it all down” will never pass the bottle necking it / damn it all to hell; walking around all mangy like / with a shoe string tied to hope and a last gasp worth of stereotypes / why come the public never bothered to ask for more / they were distracted by the free booze and hi-speed porn / oh see me, last bash on the capital CD / take it to the hill and loot up on the freebies / lets aim for the legs take them out where they stand; at least we can show the world they sold us shit in can / we cant belly this / made a mockery of the rest of us / I’m sure no one noticed but I guess we got the best of them / yeah sure, we all failed daddy’s test, but that only helps feed my Oedipus complex like… Freon nemesis / take a ride on the Pegasus / golden opportunity; Midas touch on the evidence / zip-lock the bag and take notice of my eminence / temporal lobe debacle causing stress on my temperament / backstage press pass pack (just ask for Gerald) / he’ll show to the dressing room fit you for your apparel / apparently not amongst the brightest; still one of the stars / questioning existence only further proves that you are / oh well, I guess that everything’s relative / and yes I wake up in the morning only to piss excellence / won’t roll out of bed for under half a mil’ / won’t hop on a song unless someone’s got skills / and I; think about pressing matters only to later choose; not to care about anything directly connected to you / that eerie feeling that you lived several versions of the same instances / I like God do not play with dice or believe in coincidence / in a vial of thin smoke it covered up the last gleaming bit of hope that this was an elaborate hoax / but the picture remains still (black, white, and grey) / I will not play nice only to save face / the corrosion is still spreading but I’m losing all fear / sell a few albums go certified Platinum Weird / complete with a fake fan site placing me in 74’ with a back story about a girl from New York / now like it or leave it; considered a bit ethical in discussion or whether or not to question the percussion / to more then half of you out there; I am just an awkward moniker / handling the dominant gene with a strangle hold on his jugular / I’ll rip you to pieces / love you to bits / all part of the show and the main reasons that I spit / some are not that obvious because I hide it well / well enough for you think I feeling (well a tad above sickly) / an inch under the influence / cutting off the source and the pressure of my decadence / even though I strive for betterment I can only do so much given the present state of my depleting resonance / line up the soap box racers / I’ll meet you on the hill with the bent tree and the overdramatic stylistic impression / that there is more then you’d expect from a merge little town full of free thinkers with their pockets lined full of debts / empty promise / bent back on the ostrich; furniture pieces placed methodic on the carpet / very lethargic in movement as if waiting for the right moment to slowly strike up a slight sense of nostalgia / high up the food chain (go in for the kill) / perpetual in motion less the infantry strikers are filled with an uneasy feeling that something is afoot / so they take a step back and fall right into my hood like…
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