Lost in the Music
Quelle: Spotify
[Intro: Violent J]
Yeah. I. C. P., Swollen Members. That underground connect.
Swiftly moving, in the darker night, over this Mike E. Clark.
Bring it.
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Well, I have panic disorder, rage, severe depression
On top of all that, I'm stressin'
Took a blind date to my therapy session, then tried to kill her
Her first impression: I'm improving
I gotta be. I need a lobotomy
But when I press "play," trouble leaves up outta me
Fuck the real world that my fat ass stuck in
'Cus in my music, hotties are fuckin'
Expression: getting out all I wrote.
Depression: ripping out all your throat.
And if my hearing was ever to go, mass murder would be inevitable.
I'm a slick romantic, quick witted and funny.
Take away my tunage, and shit gets bloody.
Pull out the plug, and kill the track.
Instant panic attack. Gigantic!
[Hook: ICP - Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
I strive! Only through the magical world of melody.
I'd rather die. Than face the sounds of my reality.
I strive! Only through the magical world of melody.
I'd rather die. Than face the sounds of my reality.
Just let the rhythm ride, and I'll survive somewhere inside.
Let me strum with the bass and drum, I wanna run to the place I come from.
Silence is pain, stress and pressure. Paint my picture, so much fresher.
Kill the quiet, play it again. Keep me alive, never let it end.
So let the rhythm ride and I'll survive somewhere inside it.
Let me strum with the bass and drum, I wanna run to the place I come from!
[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Blood on my hands. Blood on my t-shirt.
And everywhere else it could reach or squirt.
Violence. Brought upon by silence.
When they kill the beat, that's where my mind went. (Woo hoo hoo!)
My nerves went acrobatic, skipping, flipping, tripping. What happened?
Say "hip-hops for kids." Silly rabbit, your throat, I snap, and squeeze, and stab it
They drive terrorists out with rock-n-roll
They don't give me any, and I'm outta control
All I need is freedom, unlock my soul
Ignite my powers, shock explode!
[Hook: ICP - Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
[Verse 3: Mad Child]
My names Mad Child, I got mental problems.
Walk around town a demented goblin.
I'm the little monster, I'm going bat shit.
Axes and hatchets, packets of matches.
Homicidal maniac, I am diabolical.
Angry and maniacal, I'm a human fireball.
Stand vertical, Mad's just mass murderous.
Psycho laugh hurting you, Mad's a mass murderer.
[Verse 4: Prevail]
Illusionary, confusing, my very essence.
Execution from another choosing every sentence.
There he bury his verse inside the graveyard of profession.
No comparing our performance to the patterns of aggression.
Incandescent light, fluorescent light, sights upon the target.
When I hit it, I'mma get it til the music flood the market.
I'm a tsunami, Swollen Army General.
Front liner, flat liner.
Black binder, rhyme book fact finder.---Lyrics submitted by Sam McGee.
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