Pre-mastered version. Engineered by Philly Bluntz
VMC a.k.a The Artist Formerly Known as Veridikal, is a Queens based musician who specializes in hip-hop but also ventures into the alternative and acoustic areas of rock and pop. Born Cody Calderon, VMC began his career writing poetry and free verse at the age of 8. This later evolved into school-yard and lunch-time rapping with his close friend and frequent collaborator, Philly Bluntz (Philip D.) At the age of 13, VMC began recording along side Bluntz in a bedroom studio and the rest is history.
Lyrics
i find myself staring at the raindrops
drips in the same spot
take a little trip, drink a fifth till the pain stops
all i do is seem to find myself in the same plot
same f*** ing movie, scene is the same shot
i never found it hard to put my thoughts into words
though i thought what i heard sounded strongly absurd
im a man of myself though im lost in the world
sold my head for a dime, lost my heart to a girl
wake up every single morning with the mark on my chest
lie in bed, try to figure out the mark that i've set
im finished with direction, im a wandering mess
all the things that i've done, yea they're hard to regret
and to all that i hurt, i don't have much to say
i was young, no excuses, the games have been played
the cards have been dealt, im a jack of my trade,
no i aint, im an ace on the back of a spade
i can conquer almost anything, myself, i'll never master
i can bust right through the thickest wall you ever could encounter
but i'll never figure out the basic purpose of my power
turn the music up, the sound is getting louder
i will never be an eminem
the world just couldn't handle it
i'd never be an addict
all i ever to do is cannabis
and i could never make it, im not popular or glamourous
all you want is arrogance from money talking amateurs
wanna see me spit it like the people on your radio?
*jubberish* here we go
money f*** ing b*** es, pussy weed, im a f** b***
my ass is so hot that my sh** just couldn't handle it
now i'll take the last part, flip it back and sample it
play it 40 times till you mother f*** ers dance to it
this is what the industry's become, it's f*** ing cancerous
are you happy now, you little b*** , come wash your hands in it
makes me sick, seeing what i love become the laughing stock
autotune the track to make it sound just like you're gagging cock
i swear to god, the sh** you're calling hip hop, it must stop
rap has packed its bags, now it's waiting at the bus stop
i could never fit the words i want to say into a verse
cuz there's so much on my mind, i could play it in reverse
i guess i never had a better therapy, and mentally
i'm half the man i'll ever be, i'll make it there eventually
but you don't really care about my sanity and many things
then again you've stuck around to listen to the end of things
we've made it through the good times, the ugly and the pleasantries
i've said it all before, i am the cynic of the century
i can feel it in my chest, like a bubble bout to burst
im gonna f*** ing go bizurke and throw myself into a herse
it doesn't matter, i'm insane, aristocratic and impassioned
but this image of my yanking on my arm to snap it backwards
keeps on popping in my head, nothing i can do about it
slam my face into my pillow, shout as loud as i can manage
throw my fist into the hardest thing around, im in a battle
with myself, there'll be no winner, im surrounded by this damage
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