Collab with Sheflows. Order is: 1st - me; 2nd - Sheflows; 3rd - me. http://www.soundclick.com/sheflows
Sick-minded rapper with cynical views on Religion, Politics and life in general.
Anti-religious and anti-establishment hip-hop. All in all it's quite depressing and offensive.
Story behind the song
Our take on the feeling of remorse you might feel on your deathbed after realising you spent your cheating everyone.
Lyrics
[verse 1: evil'oo'shun]
I've faced death, on too many occasions,
receiving abbrasions, with a blatent
disregard for safety, I remained complacent
My mindstate adjacent to the sanity I lost
years ago/ Gears locked, I couldn't stop
myself, I felt on top!/ It soon fell from grip
and the shit, hit the fan/ this was unplanned
Suffer at my own hands, fall to the feet of man
I kneel down, touch my forehead to stone
and bow to clones, speak using coward tones
People I thought I could trust, now are foes
We used to joke about until the cows come home
But I failed us both/ no hope for a stable-
life now, Pinnochio syndrome, increased my Nasal-
height now/ I would like to apologise now
for lying, cheating and smuggling your lines out
[verse 2: Sheflows]
So many ways to turn but I focus my concern/
On any and everything that I yearn I never learn/
How to earn my way by never quitting/
But im still here sitting/
Just Living in pain-Its all the same/
Running games everyday without shame/
But every night I strain-change my life in my 7 hour dreams/
But when i wake up-Im still showered with same ole' scheme/
Im never getting better-Moving like molasses/
Tryna figure how the past is-Running the future as I breathe/
Ill never leave-My mind,I always said that/
Picking up a new characteristic every minute/
Not sticking wit it and going balistic when im in it/
I cant seaze the moment-cuz i hold it/
Console it like im bout to roll it/
Its complicated the like war on terror/
I need a heart repairer/
A surgeon and such/
Becuz i splurge to much/
i wish I didnt serve so much/
Its not easy giving up/
So dont waste time digging up ya luck/
Thats wasup!/
I cant say it to you any more profound/
Its just a sound that tries to explain what I found/
So now/
Take it or leave it-cuz I sure dont want it/
Never confront it/
But I cant run from it/
Never confront it/
But I cant run from it/
[verse 3: evil'oo'shun]
I've been sweating in Sprints, like computer hackers
futile matters I run from when the future happens
Hated for views I fathom, I find you all enemies
scheming the end of me, scared of mail sent to me
A world of fools believes everything they read
to the extremes of tormenting my seed, for these
slanderous remarks, that have shamed my name
But I can't complain, my beds made so I shall lay
