The first and highly anticipated single off the upcoming album Reservoir of Heresy. Seen at the talent show and other locations, Rage's style encompasses radical politics with deep emotional lyrics.
(Lyrics)
Verse 1: My Life's a record that keeps getting scratched
and there's a hole in the middle that'll never be patched
and it keeps taking me back
It's hard to stay standin' and stick to the hatched plan
And still underground, yet I cant stay planted
Don't take for granted
The times that you have
And remember to remember all the times that you laugh
They go quick
You can't always tell what'll be relevant
The words may be done, but the beat stays prevalent
I rap to the beat of my heart, freedom apart of expression
The music flows through my veins every session
And I'll follow it/ like a moth, to fire
And reach my goal, because it's my heart's desire
I know my time is limited; no sense cursin it, cuz
Life is short, but death is permanent
I try to seek fame, knowin it lasts momentarily
And careful of the shortcuts, so I approach warily
I am aware of those, who have come before
Whose footsteps rest deep, so you can't ignore
To take the path less trodden, I try not to follow
But its to the same goal, so my soul falls like Apollo
13/ is this mic even working?
Runnin out of oxygen, brain short circuiting
So many issues, so little time to solve'em
Been so far from home, like Houston we have a problem
Chorus:
And you don't gotta like the truth
The truth doesn't like you (You're a hack)
And you don't gotta like the truth
The truth doesn't like you back
Verse 2:
This is my life, I got stories to tell
So hop into my boat, cuz homie we settin sail
Im like the soon to be general, the rest are all lackees
I spit rhymes like bullets at civilian Iraqis
The way I decide, I could Die and burn in a pit
Cuz im like US hydrogen bombs, I don't care who I hit
In the boxing ring, America is me, Middle East the enemy
Then the gloves have been off, UN's a blind referee
Tough as pro-football players, work like a dog in dog fights
But I keep getting denied, more often than gay rights
I am the freedoms taking a mass fatality
But they keep it quiet, like net neutrality
They all wanna catch me, like Osama, so I hide
But they all let me continue, like Sudanian genocide
Are you listening to what I tell youz? No
Your attention is declining, like Family Values
The US is just one country in this troubled world
The government has more cover up than teenage girls
I try to stay positive and be who I am
But I'm ironically negative, like recycling cans
My flow stays changing, like todays daily ringtone
But my heart can be broken easier than cell phones
And Still, Im gonna steal the show, wait till my ish drop
And one day, I'll die real slow, like hip hop
Chorus
Verse 3:
I write more rhymes than the president writes lies
And I'm less forgettable than a look in the devil's eyes
I can go off less energy than SUVs
Cuz hip hop is needier than refugees
Cash rules everything around me, so the world is a lie
Cuz im ironically negative, like e85
But my rhymes are never weak, never need more push
And im loved by a small group of people, like George Bush
They think that Im wrong, don't think that I should
Im just more misunderstood, than young Hollywood
Remember Britney Spears, at the VMA's, when she slipped
Im really saying something, not just moving my lips
I know You heard about me, I preach doom, the fall of an empire
Cant stand the heat? Get out of my line of fire
Im always pro at rhyming, cuz rap is my calling
Got a devil on my left shoulder, on the right is an angel that's fallen
So Im surrounded by darkness
The perfect weapon, and the perfect way to impart this
I stay the way I say I am
Master with the master plan
I've got a fatal way to pave,
I'll rock your cradle to the grave, Im Rage
The Vast Mass of cracked glass
In the sky
Grey and black overcast
Starts and its over fast
leading up to the storm of the century
Dark times lead to even darker memories
Lost count
Cant even find a score we can keep
Just know the rain makes it flood and the blood is up to your feet
So much pain the Man can harvest and so much grim he can reap
That when it's time to clean up, they'll need some bleach
For the street
And You don't gotta like the truth
The truth doesn't like you (you're a hack)
And you don't gotta like the truth
The truth doesn't like you back
Angry voices resonate in my home
Suburbs are populated but they still feel alone
Nothing to do but sit listening to metal and slim
Hide my face cuz my only expression is grim
I'm burnin time, it's burning out like candlewax
But shun the sunlight, I can't seem to handle that
I hide under the covers from the monster that's not coming,
And life catches up to me because I'm not running
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Doomsage680 2 years ago
Thanks for the continued support, I don't know where this rumor started but the copyright symbol is in fact real. Please respect the (expensive) copyrights this nation's law enforcers work tirelessly to provide. And yes I did make this all myself. it took quite a long time.
Doomsage680 3 years ago
Thanks for all the support people...i'll get more stuff up sometime soon
~Rage Incarnate
Doomsage680 3 years ago