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A punk dossier in 13 tracks — the story of a runt bluejay recruited into the shadows, where survival costs everything and flight means never looking back.

Never Look Back

This is kind of a punk-flavored diss track, I guess. Although I think it's healthier to just cut the liars and deadwood out of your life and move on instead of letting them drag you down, sometimes it's good to allow yourself a little moment of catharsis. You don't want to bottle that stuff up. Let it out and then let it go.

LYRICS:

Hypertension in the room like a heart attack
It's my mission, bring you doom, I go cardiac
You transition to the tomb with this rat-tat-tat
Clutch your chest, I'm the best, just die knowing that

Why you be biting me like a party snack?
While I be writing free, have your started that?
What you see? Where you be? Where the artist at?
For a fee, I could teach but you'll part with stacks

Beat drop, heart stop
Tip-top, hip-hop

Give it up, you're going down
I bring the smoke and take the crown
Bend the knee, I feed on your ego
Give it up, bro! What? Give it up, yo!

Apprehension when I catch you deep inside a lie
Intermission, then I snatch a look from satellite
Feel the fission, blow the hatch, hurt I can't deny
Now you're dead in my head, scratch you from my life

They don't play when they say that some folks will change
When you winnin' then your friends can get very strange
Jealousy gets ugly, it infects they brains
Then you see who they be when they have no shame

Beat drop, heart stop
Tip-top, hip-hop

Give it up, you're going down
I bring the smoke and take the crown
Bend the knee, I feed on your ego
Give it up, bro! What? Give it up, yo!

Burning with flaws
But they don't define me
I turn them to flows
And let them refine me
Slip off the chains
I won't let them bind me
Sailing to new worlds
Boats burning behind me

Beat drop, heart stop
Tip-top, hip-hop

Give it up, you're going down
I bring the smoke and take the crown
Bend the knee, I feed on your ego
Give it up, bro! What? Give it up, yo!

Give it up, you're going down
I bring the smoke and take the crown
Bend the knee, I feed on your ego
Give it up, bro! What? Give it up

Yo, I can't believe I did that
Broke me off a piece like Kit-Kat
But give me a pad and a pen with no cap and
You best believe I'd hit that

You say that you ain't with that
But, homie, can you spit that?
If not then I can't hear it
Cuz just talking's for the riff-raff

© 2025 Funk McPuke

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