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Paranoid (SkinBone song)
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My favorite of the ones I've made so far. A good Paranoid trip...surprising gimmick in the end...
Alternative intelligent Hip-hop
I'm a rapper from the Faroe Islands (no joke) I've been rapping since I was about 10 or 11. How to descripe my style? Someone said "Gothic Rap" and someone else said "Abstract Hip-hop" I like them both. But if you ask me I just do what everybody should be doing in hip-hop/rap. I just make it my own. I like dark, twisted, intelligent stuff the best, so that's what I usually make... Right now I'm in a group we call SkinBone which consists of yours truly on rap and Equinox on DJ'ing (We're looking for a girl to sing)
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #10,600
Peak in subgenre #722
Author
Words: Sketch, other sounds: Equinox
Rights
Yes so if you touch it we'll come after you!
Uploaded
May 11, 2004
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Well it just started out with Equinox making the beat and I thought it sounded slightly paranoid, so I decided to push the concept to its breaking point...I thought the song was missing some variation of sorts. Hence the idea of the samples...
Lyrics
Samuel L Jackson) Don't you watch ME! (Brad Pitt) Look, listen, kneel, pray! [we only do in life what each of us has to do just try to do it right when the people' nagging you blue n' white fags in suits tracking you when they're annoyed just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they'nt after you] you're looking at me again! I can feel it the slight attention eyes wheeling in my direction and the silent tension as soon as I am ent'rin' you were talking about me just now weren't you? talking behind my back n' gossipin' n' yacking mocking me then acting like you're my best friends to my face if you're just guessin' what you state you ought to stick to facts then shut it up don't even try to front this stuff I know you're just looking for an excuse to lock me up it's your high goal you sought to quaff up every incriminating deranged thing I may've been stating in your pad with your pen look! My shrink's scribbling n' scratching again you're all after me n' figuring to come back with amends and stop sniggering when you're asking my name! Chorus (Samuel) Stuyvesant uses Y-Rays to terrify and...and...and destroy. See, Y-Rays are crude, Y-Rays are...are tax-collectors and...and police brutality and drug-wars and...and backed up toilets... ...but this new weapon... now I wouldn't act this way on a hunch n' some rumours it's a fact these days you get bunches of tumours watch your back n' stay a conscious consumer in fast-food shacks when they' offerin' lunch then I'd sooner see those monstrous brute nerds n' brute kids that work there stop harking up mucus they DO spit on my burger and it's useless to drink what they serve there or serve me they put chemicals in soda that make you more thirsty take your whole work-fee sub-conscious adverting launching their search things every time you're online and CIA is just another way to say 'We protect those doing our kind of crime!' and Bush did abide his time for someone to bust a flight so he could justify taking oil and land with his troops special brandings of soup requires their brandings of spoon and you know they never really did put a man on the moon! Chorus (Brad) Then they took everything about me and put it into a computer, where they created this model of my mind. Yes! (...) using that model they managed to generate every thought I could possibly have in the next, say, 10 years? Which they then filtered through a probabil-l-l-lity matrix of some kind to...to...determine everything I was gonna' do in that period! So you see? Hehe hired thugs wires and bugs conspiring mobs liars the bunch spyes and them drugs truth-serums they're putting it all in my food n' heirlooms in the telly too I'm telling you you should fear 'em ooh yeah and don't be lying crying deciding that I'm in paranoia don't you stare at me! I see your eyes I know you're comparing me being nice carelessly dropped your shades n' yo neat disguise ordinary radios can read your mind sedational seeds to find in all manners of meat see? they're observing us neatly through cameras in TV's Stuyvesant driving them to mess up n' trick your kids they got test-drugs in ordinary brands of cigarettes and every time you press buttons they scan your fingerprints! Chorus
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