I did come up with this on my own, but I'm not selling anything. I wasn't sure exactly where to post the song so I figured this was the best place.
DISCLAIMER: SONG CONTAINS PROFANITY AND OPINIONATED VIEWPOINTS
I don't want to argue with anyone so if you dislike the song, you can state that, but please keep it civil.
- Thanks
I write music for fun and a distraction from writing screenplays. Here it is:
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yea,
(Verse 1)
I’m dizzy. I’m dirty. I haven’t slept in three days.
Too busy on my laptop writing screen plays
So you see I have a bit of permanent anger in my system,
A grumpy night person in morning, stuck with his children
Scrambling to clean shit before slumlords step up in buildings
I repel dumb shit like an infection, call me penicillin
So now would not be the time for you to fuck with me
Worse than slave masters on they grind I’ll draw out your suffering
This ain’t no bluff to me. My life is uncut and unrestricted.
So I slice and dice niggas if they ever get conflicted.
Pour salt in your wounds, then stitch it up.
Empty a clip through your ear changing your name to fisticuff.
You get religious with the quickness, holy lungs and a slit wrist.
Crucify you upside down and watch you spit it up.
Pour gasoline at the base, and with my blunt I lit it up.
Or leave you paralyzed so your girl can’t get it up.
Then I’ll be there for support, make sure she still gives a fuck.
I’m on a mission, so no, we’re not equals.
I elevate past the submission of my people.
And this ain’t about selling records, or sequels,
This is Proffit T and I’m out to vanquish evil
(Chorus)
This is ground zero, I’m standing in the crater
I burned your city down, cause I’m the hooded caper
Night night to the game you niggas counting sheep.
The undertaker is here and I never sleep.
(Verse 2)
Reality is truth, based on fact not opinion
And thus begins the fundamental problem with religion
So my stance is monumental in the way we’re livin’
I was a sheep but now I’m among the wolves
See I’m not married to the game so I don’t play by the rules
So I say fuck you phonies and your fake ass jewels
The issue with mainstream is they rape truth like a whore
Even if you grew up in the hood, you’re ass ain’t there anymore
All your beautiful women and 20 inch rims that spinning
Ain’t got shit to do with the message somebody else’s ghostwritten
So 90% of music is bullshit, and that’s a given
On creative hustle, I flexed my cerebral muscle.
No sleep, no lies, just a world-conflicted tussle.
I used to think power came from money, it's funny.
I'd rather have brains than bank cause you can’t take that from me.
So fuck a benz, fuck a rolly, fuck a lexus. Bitch, I'll take yo watch and yo necklace.
And make you pay me protection, so take political correctness and SHOVE IT UP YO RECTUM!
Lines, yeah I select em’. Ready to shoot cause I’m holdin’, to color correct em’.
I disrespect em’. Ya’ll like rodents scared of your face, hiding your reflection.
That’s why I win this race without elections. And this is more than projection,
this is a social blessing, because insecurities being yourselves’ why I cock back my weapon!
And fuck the set that you’re repping, nigga your block don’t mean shit.
Like shouting area codes makes you less of a bitch? Please.
Take you to pearly gates and drop you to your knees.
Judgment day is here for the rap industry.
Five rounds in the six shooter, spin the cylinder twice,
cock the .357 Ruger and see if God saves your life.
(Gunshot)
Rest in peace mutha fuckas!!!
- In order to resurrect hip hop, we have to bury the industry first. So welcome to the underground!
DISCLAIMER: SONG CONTAINS PROFANITY AND OPINIONATED VIEWPOINTS
I don't want to argue with anyone so if you dislike the song, you can state that, but please keep it civil.
- Thanks
I write music for fun and a distraction from writing screenplays. Here it is:
Undertaker's Insomnia
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yea,
(Verse 1)
I’m dizzy. I’m dirty. I haven’t slept in three days.
Too busy on my laptop writing screen plays
So you see I have a bit of permanent anger in my system,
A grumpy night person in morning, stuck with his children
Scrambling to clean shit before slumlords step up in buildings
I repel dumb shit like an infection, call me penicillin
So now would not be the time for you to fuck with me
Worse than slave masters on they grind I’ll draw out your suffering
This ain’t no bluff to me. My life is uncut and unrestricted.
So I slice and dice niggas if they ever get conflicted.
Pour salt in your wounds, then stitch it up.
Empty a clip through your ear changing your name to fisticuff.
You get religious with the quickness, holy lungs and a slit wrist.
Crucify you upside down and watch you spit it up.
Pour gasoline at the base, and with my blunt I lit it up.
Or leave you paralyzed so your girl can’t get it up.
Then I’ll be there for support, make sure she still gives a fuck.
I’m on a mission, so no, we’re not equals.
I elevate past the submission of my people.
And this ain’t about selling records, or sequels,
This is Proffit T and I’m out to vanquish evil
(Chorus)
This is ground zero, I’m standing in the crater
I burned your city down, cause I’m the hooded caper
Night night to the game you niggas counting sheep.
The undertaker is here and I never sleep.
(Verse 2)
Reality is truth, based on fact not opinion
And thus begins the fundamental problem with religion
So my stance is monumental in the way we’re livin’
I was a sheep but now I’m among the wolves
See I’m not married to the game so I don’t play by the rules
So I say fuck you phonies and your fake ass jewels
The issue with mainstream is they rape truth like a whore
Even if you grew up in the hood, you’re ass ain’t there anymore
All your beautiful women and 20 inch rims that spinning
Ain’t got shit to do with the message somebody else’s ghostwritten
So 90% of music is bullshit, and that’s a given
On creative hustle, I flexed my cerebral muscle.
No sleep, no lies, just a world-conflicted tussle.
I used to think power came from money, it's funny.
I'd rather have brains than bank cause you can’t take that from me.
So fuck a benz, fuck a rolly, fuck a lexus. Bitch, I'll take yo watch and yo necklace.
And make you pay me protection, so take political correctness and SHOVE IT UP YO RECTUM!
Lines, yeah I select em’. Ready to shoot cause I’m holdin’, to color correct em’.
I disrespect em’. Ya’ll like rodents scared of your face, hiding your reflection.
That’s why I win this race without elections. And this is more than projection,
this is a social blessing, because insecurities being yourselves’ why I cock back my weapon!
And fuck the set that you’re repping, nigga your block don’t mean shit.
Like shouting area codes makes you less of a bitch? Please.
Take you to pearly gates and drop you to your knees.
Judgment day is here for the rap industry.
Five rounds in the six shooter, spin the cylinder twice,
cock the .357 Ruger and see if God saves your life.
(Gunshot)
Rest in peace mutha fuckas!!!
- In order to resurrect hip hop, we have to bury the industry first. So welcome to the underground!