Tribble

Wobin Rilliams

Down To

God of Jeera

Gnwabiya

Flamin Hot Mosquitos

Obey

Shadowbox (Grudge the Victim)

A horror rap track based on recent global events and the murders that took place near my home yesterday. Drawing a comparison to the actions of fictional character in Stephen King's IT when people are overtaken and possessed to perform horrific acts or just look the other way. The lyric "Epicenter Relent" is referenced since it was the analytical objective approach used to consider this topic to begin with. Obviously I don't identify with the point of view explored in the song other than the lines which would make sense as an outside viewer or myself, the obvious dramatized quotes from the killers and exploration of their theoretical state of mind is done so to criticize and condemn their actions or satirize the situation to lighten the blow of processing the literal information. 
Might be worth stating that I loathe politics and take no stance in any direction and hold no opinion on anything in relation to the topics involved. To me they're just two angry sports teams where some fans are more extreme and devoted and mentally unhinged than others.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Not sure what, but
Keep my head straight (same)
Wonder what
Twenty-something insane (vain)
Stabbed him several times,
Out his mind.
Everything you say—
"Oh, he had a historay of mental blah yada blah."
Everybody line up and relate.
Well, we have time to waste.
Let's debate.
Solution obvious:
Forgive the worst.
Diagnose. Restrain. Sedate.
Stab. Shot. Assassinate. Wait.
Why tho?
Oh fuckin' no.
We don't know
(a damn thing).
[Verse 2]
Let the poet do it.
Fuckin' knew it.
Romantic semantic.
Take the control away
From the sad kids,
From the bat shit—
Cray.
"So lit. Drip. Fam. Anyway. Off to thera pee."
"I murdered the other guy so now you can marry me."
Fuckin' hilarity.
(but)
Reality scarin' me.
What dumb luck.
Some dumb fuck.
Fucking politics.
Get the fuck away from me.
What you wanna see?
Do the math.
Haven't showered yet—
Take a bloodbath.
He's still bleedin'.
Extremist screamin'.
Woah, slow your roll.
You're a troll.
Wudda you know?
And they cry out,
"Let's fuckin' go, bro!"
[Verse 3]
Color me annoyed with
The clearly don't enjoy shits.
Your hand gun's a fidget spinner.
You taste bitter.
Acid spit.
Toxic shit.
Walk around,
Confident.
Keep my head down.
Feign intelligent.
Every moment,
Every word I said.
Text I sent.
Epicenter relent.
But that's not what I meant.
Check his vitals.
Check his pulse.
"Something primal."
No one knows.
[Verse 4]
Drove the guy to suicide.
Tell me why.
Drove the kid to kill his friend.
Are you fucked up in the head?
You blush
And gush
Because
Fighting over female.
Won't explain
If I ask you to.
You say,
"Oh, I'm just bored."
Tugging at the cord.
Wonder why it broke.
Circulate the joke.
Feel better.
Blow smoke.
Knife fight over
Pep see or coke.
Redder blue dude—
Better choose.
And choose right
Or imma kill you.
[Verse 5]
Big bad,
Broke woke joke.
Nope. The. Fuck. Out.
Fuck. The. Nope. Clown.
No shit.
It's hope liss.
Splain yourself, both of you.
Ask you why.
Stare back blank like
My eyes
Are the dead lights.
Whole lotta nope.
At least we all float
Down here.
Steer clear.
Drinking fear
And some beer.
Fuckin' clowns. Fucking clowns.
Burn it down.
[Verse 6]
Nothing but notions
And indirect babble (baddie).
Wined 'em up.
Watch it unravel (stab you).
Nothing new. Nope.
Broke down joke.
Break the loop.
What's a girl to do?
MMMMMMnnnnnnnnMMMMMMMnnnnNNNnnno I need more daddy.
Keep callin' me baddie.
Felt off before.
More begets more.
Victim and a slave to vanity.
Ego breed insanity.
"Whatever the fuck you say, but why the fuck you mad at me?"
Stabbed to death in a grocery store.
Find the core.
Check the source.
Collective insane kid.
Fuckin' misfit.
I don't get it.
Reason to excuse.
Continue to abuse.
Disregulate emotion.
Raindrops in the ocean.

Float

"What it sounds like when you remember you're not obligated to react or care."
And I like the beat. The end crossfades into another track called "Why Tho" just for the overwhelming bassline. 

The lyrics are irrelevant.

Edit: Pictured a music video for this one where a grotesque amalgamation form of Steamboat Willy wanders into a throne room headed by a cloaked figure with headphones in/concert hall filled with people casually hanging out listening to the music while it frantically and desperately spouts gibberish at immense speed, only to reveal that the words its attempting to say are being typed into a rusty typewriter from a Disney writer growing out of its back. Only to be cut off by a crowd of cloaked figures that are otherwise just nodding along to the beat to say "no, nice try tho, fucked up logic, okay we got it" and ignoring it but bumping into it like a mosh pit, causing the amorphous somewhat mechanical steamboat willie to glitch out and move erratically while it changes faces at the constancy of A Scanner Darkly before being blasted apart when the final bassline knocks it's framework loose and the crowd returns to minding it's business and enjoying themselves.

Muddy concept but I like the intense visual.

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