Wow … well … I'm no stranger to producing hip-hop tracks, but rapping is definitely a first for me. In previous "genre" assignments, I've felt that it was important to really do research and try to write something as credible as possible for the genre. For this one, though, I felt that, beyond fulfilling the requirement by actually rapping, I wanted to imagine what it would be like to bridge the gap between hip-hop and something that I regularly do. Not surprisingly, the result is fairly trip-hoppish, which is a genre that I love and am pretty comfortable with.
Trying to find a voice and a flow for an honest-to-god rap, though, was kinda like learning to sing all over again - I just had zero precedent. I do remember thinking that taking on a little more of a Beastie-ish approach was probably a little more "honest" for me, though, and that's kinda the direction I went in.
I did make a conscious decision to curtail my inclination to just indulge in clever wordplay and try to say something with a marginal amount of substance, in this case a take on contemporary public discourse.
Thanks for such a scary challenge, P-Fug!
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I was trying to get your attention when the
Tension came to a boil, baseless, basic
Based on anything but the truth, the truth, and nothing but the
Toothless allegations wound around the lies
Lying like Lilly-white lizard hazards has you seen the light
It was a terrible sight
And you kept pedaling back, yr backbone snapped
Twisting and twirling, yr spirals uncurling
Yr Hindenburg burning, yr burnsides returning
To hipster cred, yr artisanal spoon bread, you're spoon-fed
Too long
You're in way over yr head, son
Did you feel it when yr head spun?
Look me in the eye, say that one more time
Look me in the eye, say that one more time to my face
And I'll go banging on my pots and cans until you
Can do what you say you'll do, pas de deux, can-do:
A whole mess o' nothing
But I can see a day ahead, ticking instead,
Alfred Nobel's little hell gonna blow when you realize
All the lies you've been spreadin' thin like mayo
May I pass the plate of white bread got more protein
Than the weak shit you've been feeding on
So take me to the new dawn
Look me in the eye, say that one more time
Look me in the eye, say that one more time to my face
Do you ever stop yr tracks and check yr facts? In fact
Yr tracks are stopped and pop goes yr bubble yr trouble's just
Started my troubles just end cause I begin to erase you face the cold truth
The gold tooth looks money hides nothing but covers up the hole some kind of mind control
So before you think to speak, speak yr thought inside yr mind
And mind yr thoughts are sound some sense, since you've been sounding most offense and more than tense
your "change" is less than cents
Look me in the eye, say that one more time
Look me in the eye, say that one more time to my face
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