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V1:
He can't stop, bouncing your head up off the blacktop
Black spots, cover up your vision and your back's popped
Cracked top, spittin' up your guts until you hack n' cough
Can't walk, still got some breath left to smack talk (fuck off!)
Skin under your nails, clumps of hair in your digits
Win and never fail, (yeah,) beat him til' he figits
No sin and no sale, (man) he'll never match your riches
Kin, but don't wail, he's the part of you that only bitches
(Yo,) He's the part of you that keeps you from a lot
He's the motherfucker who fills your head with bad thoughts
He's you, and if you let him, he'll be the one to make you drop
So you gotta take charge; wring his neck til he stops
Break his fuckin' jaw, stab him in his eyes
The only thing he does is spew all his lies
Everybody has him, we all got this side
But it's up to you to let him in, so keep him outside
C:
(you gotta) Take him to the floor
Beat him til he's raw
And never forget just what you're fighting for
Take him to the floor
Beat him til you're sore
And s how yourself exactly what you stand for
V2:
He: is every single voice in your head
He: is the source of the doubts inbred
He is the one who makes you wish you were dead
And he is the one who haunts you in your bed
Split apart, jagged edges tearing open old wounds
Spittin' far, ragged breath is bearing broken gold looms
Grippin' hard, draggin dead wearing stolen cold plumes
Rippin' hearts, maggots ready, baring token mold fumes
If you can't make peace with him, fight back
You gotta take a piece of him, like that
Pull off a cease and desist, to smite flack
Bring him down with ease with the might he lacks
Look forward to the future, make friends with the past
Don't let anybody tell you the good times won't last
Especially yourself, the possibilities are vast
Cause what happens tomorrow could be a huge contrast
C:
(you gotta) Take him to the floor
Beat him til he's raw
And never forget just what you're fighting for
Take him to the floor
Beat him til you're sore
And show yourself exactly what you stand for
What's better than a pink pony with a chainsaw? A pink pony using a chainsaw to kill monsters, that's what! This song is the essence of that, and I love it. Annanychus
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024
