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A piece with very disturbed lyrical images, yet they certainly hold a message. The main character, "Tiffany", should sound very familiar to most people. This track ideally reflects my grunge effect. Many thanks to Rhapsodist who produced this.
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The Official Originator Of Grunge-Rap.
I'm the letters that alphabet never heard about, the words that the lines couldn't manage to gather, the lines that the verses failed to comprehend, the verses that no song would dare to embrace, the song that no pen would ever write down.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #472
Peak in subgenre #60
Author
Iphorill
Rights
Iphorill and Rhapsodist
Uploaded
August 19, 2011
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:35
Story behind the song
Originally, this was written for a topical battle in Rap-Royalty.Com. I've always wanted to write another lyrical story about a female character as the last one -"Mary"- turned out to be quite satisfying to me. The name Tiffany is random, but the girl's persona is definitely not; she's far from being a mere individual. As a matter of fact, she could be an abstract idea, a déjà vu, a real person with real details, a dream, a thought or maybe she could be the female version of me.
Lyrics
[Intro] {Fading in} Hurt me, hurt me I can not get enough, all I wanna see is blood in my cough...(Unknown speech in the background) [Hook] X2 Pain…It's you I adore…I am your whore…Say you love me more… Pain…It's you I adore…I am your whore…Say you love me more… [Verse I] Meet Tiffany….A thirty three year old torment Her scarlet skin shriveled; the cheerful core went Way deeper where the Lord sent no emotion She's an orphan of fortune, slow erosion Of caution, a notion resembling a human being Only a few can see and perceive the fluency Of her scars veiling every inch of her cold body She believes in God she knows he's there, so odd he Doesn't care, nobody does yet she's elated Faded in fantasy 'cuz what's real is vapid She doesn't feel related to fate she rescinded it We tend to get fake identities to pretend to fit And be intricate, that's why it's us who she's hating And it's pain who she loves, pain so excruciating [Bridge] Hurt me, hurt me I can not get enough All I wanna see is blood in my cough [Hook] X2 Pain…It's you I adore…I am your whore…Say you love me more… Pain…It's you I adore…I am your whore…Say you love me more… [Verse II] She's not ashamed she relishes those scrumptious wounds She's seeking an unjust doom, she can't untruss tunes Of suicidal thoughts wearing her mind, a hypnotic Sick logic is leading and feeding her quixotic Conduct, she needs a quick sonic resurrection A redirection of self, she needs affection A re-depiction of life to light her cerulean eyes I hope she will soon realize joy in a soothing demise Of her demons, she deserves it she's gotta live There's no reason to preserve this prerogative Of pain…I think I'm the truest epiphany And deep inside, everyone of you is a "Tiffany" [Bridge] Hurt me, hurt me I can not get enough All I wanna see is blood in my cough [Hook] X4 Pain…It's you I adore…I am your whore…Say you love me more… Pain…It's you I adore…I am your whore…Say you love me more…
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