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lyrics
Chorus:
"Heart of a martyr, instincts of a primate /
Born to lose, there will be no divine fate /
Designed blind, heart quakes, grey matter aches /
Landmine mindstate"
Verse 1:
"Back in the grind state of mind, not a pretty sight /
If love won't save me, I hope some pity might /
Shitty nights, days are dark and devastating /
Lost, linger in limbo, levitating, call it Heaven's Gate-ing /
In bed, debating, waiting, skating on a thin sheet of ice /
Berating how grating this life has made my pipes /
Autonomous, relating to animal instincts of pythons /
Kill for sport, still report, I sleep with the lights on /
Right wrongs? nah, write songs 'cause it's cheap therapy /
Family shoveled shit instead of heaping care on me /
Apparently there was supposed to be a pair of me /
Parasitic twin still haunts my dreams and I bet she's scared of me too /
Swear that it's true, the world won't house one of me /
Even I'm done with me, couldn't fathom that redundancy /
Of wasted carbon, tissue fat, flirt with death, won't kiss me back /
Throw another whiskey back, and what you get? you get this track"
Verse 2:
"Back in that 'fuck you, pay me' mentality /
Paulie in Goodfellas, homie, you ain't no pal to me /
I'll give nothing, ribs touching, bluffing like I've got pocket aces /
No support system, Pop was faceless then ancient history /
Your sympathy won't keep the roof over my head /
Why lie? the way I'm living's proof that I'm dead /
Poof! what I say is magic, smoke screens and sleight of hand /
My man reaches out to feed me and I bite his hand /
We're all dying, man, but I've already crossed over /
Unlucky charms, bloody rabbit feet and lost clovers /
You can't control her, whether drunk, high, or sober /
My sight - it goes in and out - near, far - Grover /
Grade school gloom, hipster of this depression shit /
Depressing wit can't save, nor can artistic skill that's excellent /
I make you cry as often as laugh, and you should smirk /
I'm already dead, the embalmers just do good work"
credits
from Throwback Thursdays,
released January 1, 1999
Production, recording, mix: K.Mack.G.
Lyrics, vocals: Baby Jayne
Rapper CoCec takes a collection of hard-hitting beats other rappers passed over and uses them to back his soul-searching rhymes. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2023