I purchased my studio equipment online the day before last I believe.
Standard shipping claims 2-5 days, but we all know how that really works out.
I'm predicting everything to be here by late January, early February.
Once I get everything setup and together I plan on recording my tracks and dropping the second mixtape. Along with that I plan on re-recording all the tracks from the first mixtape as well. With a new setup comes better quality so I plan on dishing out a solid second mixtape this time around.
I've been busy working a lot lately and putting in as many hours as I can, balancing in between that and school has been rough, but it's manageable.
Big thanks to everyone who's been showing me support and love.
Happy Holidays and I'll be sure to keep you all posted.
-The Surgeon
Monday, December 27, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Site Launched
I am picking things up and moving in the right direction for the new year that's rapidly approaching. I just launched the site not to long ago and plan on using it is as my main page for EVERYTHING: DOWNLOADS, LYRICS, SHOW INFO, CONTACT INFO, BIO, MEDIA, ETC.The webpage is up and running and is updated daily. Be sure to head to the page and look around
Check it out here:
theverbalsurgeon.weebly.com
Check it out here:
theverbalsurgeon.weebly.com
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Progression
News, news, and more news...
First and foremost I'm no longer affiliated with Park City Records. To keep things short and sweet; talk was cheap. Secondly considering everything that I've established and accomplished has been 100% on my own with the support of friends and fans I plan to continue walking down the path I've been traveling. With that said a new mixtape will be dropping some time after the new year. My material is gathered I just have to sort through it and pick up the pieces. As a result of continuing to do things independently I plan on taking some saved funds and putting it towards my home studio setup. When I go back and listen to my first mixtape every track was recorded in my room with nothing more than a USB microphone. It sounds fine, but making music is something that helps me get by day by day. I plan on dropping some money to get a nice solid setup and continue growing from there. If you read this blog and you stay up to date with what's going on be sure to spread the word. New shit is on it's way, and I'm always looking for shows to hop on. Stay true and stay real.
-Jon
First and foremost I'm no longer affiliated with Park City Records. To keep things short and sweet; talk was cheap. Secondly considering everything that I've established and accomplished has been 100% on my own with the support of friends and fans I plan to continue walking down the path I've been traveling. With that said a new mixtape will be dropping some time after the new year. My material is gathered I just have to sort through it and pick up the pieces. As a result of continuing to do things independently I plan on taking some saved funds and putting it towards my home studio setup. When I go back and listen to my first mixtape every track was recorded in my room with nothing more than a USB microphone. It sounds fine, but making music is something that helps me get by day by day. I plan on dropping some money to get a nice solid setup and continue growing from there. If you read this blog and you stay up to date with what's going on be sure to spread the word. New shit is on it's way, and I'm always looking for shows to hop on. Stay true and stay real.
-Jon
Monday, December 6, 2010
Parties and House Shows
It's been a wild weekend and a fun one at that. I rocked out at a party for my dude Alan's 18th birthday. Shit was packed and a good time.
If you're having a party, let me come through and do my thing.
I'm always looking for a good time.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Theory (A Dedication)
As most of you may or may not know, there has been a little rivalry between
Skate Lair the CT based skate shop and Theory Skate & Snow. I'm not too sure as to where it all began, but after hearing a nonsense track from a CT rapper toward Theory I had to hit the studio to show some love for the dudes who have been gearing me up since I was a niglet.
Check out the new track that I dropped last night and be sure to show some love to Theory as well. Support your local skate shops and support those who support a good cause.
Skate Lair the CT based skate shop and Theory Skate & Snow. I'm not too sure as to where it all began, but after hearing a nonsense track from a CT rapper toward Theory I had to hit the studio to show some love for the dudes who have been gearing me up since I was a niglet.
Check out the new track that I dropped last night and be sure to show some love to Theory as well. Support your local skate shops and support those who support a good cause.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Two New Tracks Up
Hit up the studio last weekend to bring you two new tracks that'll be on my second mixtape. Check them out and be sure to spread the word and hit me up with some feedback!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
My Facebook page has been getting a lot of support lately and I appreciate those who have been showing love. My Facebook page is my main page for everything, music, video, news etc. So the more people I can get to like the page the more I can spread my music and the more people can stay in touch. Like the page if you haven't and click the share button on the bottom every now and then to spread the word onto your friends. Support local independent artists and keep Hip Hop alive. Independent music is all about support from those who listen, keep shit alive and pass the word that's all that I ask and keep up the support.
Thanks,
-Jon
Thanks,
-Jon
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
News, news and well... more news
Before I say anything I just want to take a minute to give thanks to Manny Santiago and everyone else who's been showing me support.
Big news today, yesterday I got a contract underway with Park City Records, a CT based independent label.
So now that I have access to a real studio I'll be able to provide
better quality material and be able to get my name out there more.
Also I'm dropping my second mixtape which will be free and on the mixtape
there will be two original* tracks that will be for sale on my full length that will come in the future and be an all original produced album.
(*original as in the instrumentals are mine and I own the rights to them)
That's the plan for now, I already have pretty much all of my material
for my second mixtape, I'm just waiting to get into the studio.
After dropping my second mixtape I hope to get some shows and make some more fans
in different areas. If you know of any venues/houses or people who promote, book, or host shows please feel free to drop me an email(theverbalsurgeon@gmail.com) anytime or contact me via Myspace. I've been wanting to hop on some shows for the longest time now and am patiently waiting to get a few dates stacked up.
As for now that's all, there will be more information coming soon.
Along with that there will be new blog posts.
So be sure to stay updated and be sure to spread the good word.
ALSO! If you haven't liked my page on Facebook get on that!
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Verbal-Surgeon/124878164214556
Like it and share it with all of your friends to help me get the word out.
-Jon
Big news today, yesterday I got a contract underway with Park City Records, a CT based independent label.
So now that I have access to a real studio I'll be able to provide
better quality material and be able to get my name out there more.
Also I'm dropping my second mixtape which will be free and on the mixtape
there will be two original* tracks that will be for sale on my full length that will come in the future and be an all original produced album.
(*original as in the instrumentals are mine and I own the rights to them)
That's the plan for now, I already have pretty much all of my material
for my second mixtape, I'm just waiting to get into the studio.
After dropping my second mixtape I hope to get some shows and make some more fans
in different areas. If you know of any venues/houses or people who promote, book, or host shows please feel free to drop me an email(theverbalsurgeon@gmail.com) anytime or contact me via Myspace. I've been wanting to hop on some shows for the longest time now and am patiently waiting to get a few dates stacked up.
As for now that's all, there will be more information coming soon.
Along with that there will be new blog posts.
So be sure to stay updated and be sure to spread the good word.
ALSO! If you haven't liked my page on Facebook get on that!
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Verbal-Surgeon/124878164214556
Like it and share it with all of your friends to help me get the word out.
-Jon
Thursday, October 28, 2010
In Depth Look on the Self-Titled Mix-Tape
In keeping my blog updated I feel talking about the first mixtape track by track and how it all started out would give fans and supporters some more knowledge about me and about the process behind everything I do.
Firstly I had never intended on making a mix-tape. In all honesty I just had some lyrics and a few instrumentals that I used to spit over. It wasn’t until my dude Pat let me borrow his mic that any recording got done. The recording process was rough as all I was given were the USB mic and a small desktop stand. I had never recorded anything or mixed anything before so I just fooled around. Once I dropped my first track Sword Play I started putting together more tracks until it led up to me releasing a small mix-tape.
The release was a little rushed as I never intended to release my mixtape to the public. I was just gonna record it and show it to some friends, it wasn’t until I wanted to hear what others had to say that I put it up for download. I threw together some audio samples for a quick intro and outro, threw the files in a zip with some cover art, signed up for myspace among many social networking sites and started gaining fans.
Sword Play
Sword Play was one of the first tracks I recorded and will always be one of my favorite tracks. From the instrumental to the lyrics the track rocks heavy and when listened to makes your head nod automatically. Lyrically Wise heavy syllable word play is key in my flow. The instrumental is from a New York based rapper who calls himself Bekay. His track is hot, but after hearing the instrumental I couldn’t help but spit over it. All in all I couldn’t be more satisfied with the track.
Blind
Blind was a track I had written when I first started writing. The lyrics were written the previous year when I was 16 and stashed away in a folder on my computer somewhere. It wasn’t until I rediscovered them that I decided to record the track. It was hard finding a suitable instrumental to go along with the lyrics. After some searching I discovered an instrumental with a Yann Tiersen sample, who just happens to be the soundtrack composer for one of my favorite films Amelie. After getting the instrumental I applied the words to it, wrote a hook and produced the track. I’m not satisfied with the vocal recording, but for what I had at the time I’m proud of how everything played out. Shit could have sounded a lot worse.
Microphone Vibing
When writing this track all that was running through my mind was how Rap has gone downhill over the past few years. No one really vibes on the mic anymore and those that do are underground. I found a nice beat and just applied some words to it. I’m not attacking anyone directly with this track, this just goes out to all whack rappers in general.
Doom
This has to be another one of my favorites. I wasn’t in the happiest mindset when writing this song as anyone can tell. The instrumental is heavy along with the word play. For those who actually listen to and understand my words I have much appreciation. This track is a banger for sure, real raw and gritty and that’s what I love about it.
The Microphone Villain
This track vibes real nice, total head-nodder in every aspect. Lyrically wise it just revolves around me being a villain on the mic crushing other Emcees who claim to keep it live. The track is self explanatory play it on repeat and nod your head.
Embrace Today
Embrace Today is a feel good track, it deals with me realizing that my situation is never as bad as it may seem. When I sit back and analyze my current situation no matter how fucked it may be I realize that there are people in this world who don’t have shit. I am among the fortunate and anyone who is reading this right now is too. The world is filled with places that we’ll never visit and full of individuals who go through struggle worse than us everyday, I’m not saying that no one struggles in this track, I’m just stating that there are many others who are less fortunate than us and that’s my word.
Cries of Addiction
This is another oldie, it was written when I was upset with my father’s actions. I’ve never really had a father, as he’s always struggled with his own complications. His actions only led him on a path to lock up many times. On top of that he was never one to support me or my mother which I highly disapprove of. Anyone who can relate to this track has dealt with struggle, but as we grow it only makes us stronger.
Lord of the Damned
Firstly this is a concept track, being a rapper I feel that creativity and versatility in writing should always be practiced. On this track in my head I had a bunch of crazy concepts about life without others and me just eliminating all life to find bliss. Lord of the Damned is a title that I just drew out from my thoughts. I’m not the happiest character and if you’ve listened in to my tracks it’s not hard to tell that I express myself a lot with my words.
Defacing
This has to be one of the oldest tracks I’ve written. I was in a real shitty state of mind and wasn’t content with who I was as a person at the time. I felt as if I didn’t know myself or the world that surrounds me. There are times when I still feel this way, but day by day I learn more about myself, the world that I inhabit and the life forms in it. There are days where I just find myself feeling out of place with everyday society, it’s just hard to relate sometimes. I’m not one to express emotion so I do it through my music.
I hope everyone who has read this can appreciate and continue showing me support. Hip Hop is about fans who support and help spread the word. That’s all I ask of anyone who listens, just spread the word to your friends and tell them to do the same. I’m not here to spit about the chains around my neck or “how cool drugs are”, I’m a substance free individual that’s not even my lifestyle. I’m here to put out tracks that express my current state of mind and express struggles in life. Whether it’s a lyrical composition about me being iller than your favorite local rapper, or it’s dealing with struggles that we all face on a day to day basis. All I ask is that if you feel what I do support me.
Thanks,
-Jon
Firstly I had never intended on making a mix-tape. In all honesty I just had some lyrics and a few instrumentals that I used to spit over. It wasn’t until my dude Pat let me borrow his mic that any recording got done. The recording process was rough as all I was given were the USB mic and a small desktop stand. I had never recorded anything or mixed anything before so I just fooled around. Once I dropped my first track Sword Play I started putting together more tracks until it led up to me releasing a small mix-tape.
The release was a little rushed as I never intended to release my mixtape to the public. I was just gonna record it and show it to some friends, it wasn’t until I wanted to hear what others had to say that I put it up for download. I threw together some audio samples for a quick intro and outro, threw the files in a zip with some cover art, signed up for myspace among many social networking sites and started gaining fans.
Sword Play
Sword Play was one of the first tracks I recorded and will always be one of my favorite tracks. From the instrumental to the lyrics the track rocks heavy and when listened to makes your head nod automatically. Lyrically Wise heavy syllable word play is key in my flow. The instrumental is from a New York based rapper who calls himself Bekay. His track is hot, but after hearing the instrumental I couldn’t help but spit over it. All in all I couldn’t be more satisfied with the track.
Blind
Blind was a track I had written when I first started writing. The lyrics were written the previous year when I was 16 and stashed away in a folder on my computer somewhere. It wasn’t until I rediscovered them that I decided to record the track. It was hard finding a suitable instrumental to go along with the lyrics. After some searching I discovered an instrumental with a Yann Tiersen sample, who just happens to be the soundtrack composer for one of my favorite films Amelie. After getting the instrumental I applied the words to it, wrote a hook and produced the track. I’m not satisfied with the vocal recording, but for what I had at the time I’m proud of how everything played out. Shit could have sounded a lot worse.
Microphone Vibing
When writing this track all that was running through my mind was how Rap has gone downhill over the past few years. No one really vibes on the mic anymore and those that do are underground. I found a nice beat and just applied some words to it. I’m not attacking anyone directly with this track, this just goes out to all whack rappers in general.
Doom
This has to be another one of my favorites. I wasn’t in the happiest mindset when writing this song as anyone can tell. The instrumental is heavy along with the word play. For those who actually listen to and understand my words I have much appreciation. This track is a banger for sure, real raw and gritty and that’s what I love about it.
The Microphone Villain
This track vibes real nice, total head-nodder in every aspect. Lyrically wise it just revolves around me being a villain on the mic crushing other Emcees who claim to keep it live. The track is self explanatory play it on repeat and nod your head.
Embrace Today
Embrace Today is a feel good track, it deals with me realizing that my situation is never as bad as it may seem. When I sit back and analyze my current situation no matter how fucked it may be I realize that there are people in this world who don’t have shit. I am among the fortunate and anyone who is reading this right now is too. The world is filled with places that we’ll never visit and full of individuals who go through struggle worse than us everyday, I’m not saying that no one struggles in this track, I’m just stating that there are many others who are less fortunate than us and that’s my word.
Cries of Addiction
This is another oldie, it was written when I was upset with my father’s actions. I’ve never really had a father, as he’s always struggled with his own complications. His actions only led him on a path to lock up many times. On top of that he was never one to support me or my mother which I highly disapprove of. Anyone who can relate to this track has dealt with struggle, but as we grow it only makes us stronger.
Lord of the Damned
Firstly this is a concept track, being a rapper I feel that creativity and versatility in writing should always be practiced. On this track in my head I had a bunch of crazy concepts about life without others and me just eliminating all life to find bliss. Lord of the Damned is a title that I just drew out from my thoughts. I’m not the happiest character and if you’ve listened in to my tracks it’s not hard to tell that I express myself a lot with my words.
Defacing
This has to be one of the oldest tracks I’ve written. I was in a real shitty state of mind and wasn’t content with who I was as a person at the time. I felt as if I didn’t know myself or the world that surrounds me. There are times when I still feel this way, but day by day I learn more about myself, the world that I inhabit and the life forms in it. There are days where I just find myself feeling out of place with everyday society, it’s just hard to relate sometimes. I’m not one to express emotion so I do it through my music.
I hope everyone who has read this can appreciate and continue showing me support. Hip Hop is about fans who support and help spread the word. That’s all I ask of anyone who listens, just spread the word to your friends and tell them to do the same. I’m not here to spit about the chains around my neck or “how cool drugs are”, I’m a substance free individual that’s not even my lifestyle. I’m here to put out tracks that express my current state of mind and express struggles in life. Whether it’s a lyrical composition about me being iller than your favorite local rapper, or it’s dealing with struggles that we all face on a day to day basis. All I ask is that if you feel what I do support me.
Thanks,
-Jon
Saturday, October 16, 2010
As of Lately...
As of lately I've been receiving a lot of support from some new faces and it really keeps me motivated. I'm in school right now working hard to finish up my senior year and I'm always busy. I haven't had as much time to dedicate to writing and producing tracks, but new material is here. I've also been trying to hook up with local artists to collab, I've had some luck but nothing's set in stone. I just want to give thanks again to all those who support and appreciate what I do, also those who understand and can relate to my words. Simple shit like that means the world to me. For now I'm going to start keeping things updated more frequently to let everyone know what's going on. Be sure to get ALL of my tracks for free off of my Myspace or Bandcamp.
Much Love,
-Jon
Much Love,
-Jon
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Bitch Shit
Heading out to CT one day for some reason I couldn't get that Ashanti "Without You" instrumental out of my head. So I decided to break out the phone and write about some bitch shit. I don't rap about money, bling, cars, etc etc. I'm not planning on doing so and I never will plan on doing so. I had to go in on one track about bitches though. Check it out and get at me with you thoughts.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Cooking Designs
As of lately I've just been continuing with my writing as long as cooking up some designs, I am thinking about pressing shirts soon! I apologize for not attending the Blog as much as I should, but we all get backtracked.
Designs!
Swisher Surgeon and Home Brewed Hip Hop!
Get at me with your thoughts!
-Jon
Designs!
Swisher Surgeon and Home Brewed Hip Hop!
Get at me with your thoughts!
-Jon
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Support is Phenomenal
There is nothing I appreciate more than the positive feedback I've been getting from fans and friends. The support is a big motivator to push forward.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Hitting the studio soon
I've gathered up my material and plan on starting the recording process.
I feel I have a lot more to right, but for now I'm just gonna relax and start working on tracks. I plan on putting up a new track or two up on the Myspace to give you a preview of what to expect. Be sure to keep up the support, and be sure to spread the word.
Thanks,
-Jon
I feel I have a lot more to right, but for now I'm just gonna relax and start working on tracks. I plan on putting up a new track or two up on the Myspace to give you a preview of what to expect. Be sure to keep up the support, and be sure to spread the word.
Thanks,
-Jon
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thanks to everyone who came out
Thanks to everyone who came out to my first show tonight in Florence, it was a great time and the turn out was much better than anticipated. Big ups to those who are supporting the local music scene and all forms of artistic expression. Also if you shot video or film be sure to contact me via Facebook, Myspace, Twitter etc. You can find me at those sites in the social networking box on the right of the page. I'm gonna be trying to get more shows booked soon, I want to start rocking out at peoples houses and just having a good time like I did tonight. Once again big thanks to everyone who showed up despite the tragic events taking place for our good friend Dremus, I wish you the best my good friend and I hope your doing well.
Thanks,
-Jon
Thanks,
-Jon
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Show at the Florence VFW
Also if you haven't had the chance to check out my band Soul Train
be sure to come out and do so. Spread the word about this
-Jon
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
House Shows
I want to start playing some house shows soon. Just rocking the mic for a few faces and then chillen afterwards, if you like my music and wanna party be sure to contact me. Most likely I'll be able to get my hands on the equipment I need, I know plenty of people with nice PA's.
Contact Info:
Email: theverbalsurgeon@gmail.com
Myspace: myspace.com/theverbalsurgeon
Once again, lets make this happen. Good music, good friends and good times.
That's what life's all about.
Contact Info:
Email: theverbalsurgeon@gmail.com
Myspace: myspace.com/theverbalsurgeon
Once again, lets make this happen. Good music, good friends and good times.
That's what life's all about.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
New Material is Coming in
The new material is just flowing out of me, I am still undecided as to what I am going to call my next release. During my last release I did rush putting it up for download, this album will be a lot more solid with it's release. After recording and putting it out, I'm gonna start looking for some house shows. I have what I need for a show, I just need a party to rock out. For this next release as I've stated before I'm really testing my versatility, I can't stress it enough. For those who really understand what Hip-Hops about and for those who can really relate to my words will appreciate this. That's all I can hope for.
-Jon
-Jon
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
What's to be expected with the new material
The new material is coming along really well, I have around 4 tracks that are pretty much wrapped up lyrically. I'm just finding the right beat to apply them to. My next release is really testing my versatility both lyrically and flow wise. Some tracks are me just expressing the mind state that I was in at the moment, some tracks are gonna be me continuing with that syllable word play that I always provide. Either way for those who really support what I do and are really a fan, I am sure with my next release you'll be more than satisfied.
-Jon
-Jon
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Lyrics to my Self Titled Release
SWORD PLAY
cutting lyrical incisions
splitting your body with heavy division
the verbal surgeon be the wicked mathematician
I'm on a mission so sit back and watch me demonstrate
how the shit I spit is venom and it melts your fucking face
Rip a nigga in half then laugh as I devour him fast
I'm on a war path destroy you make you feel my wrath
my verbal output hits you like heavy decibels
I keep it raw snatching you up like extra terrestrials
your softer than a vegetable don't claim to be hard
I see through your facade me and my mean team will smash your squad
I steadily bomb hitting you with explosives
that shatter your frame the explosion's highly corrosive
lyrically significant I'm far ahead of the team
quick to combust like a match touching some spilt gasoline
never serene you can find me creeping on your scene
the verbal surgeon on the microphone I reign supreme
What promises tomorrow I'll be the first to let you know
I control your fate you niggas are softer than Dr.Scholls
I'm to raw lyrically I'm ripping you apart
destroying your thoughts I stalk in the dark eating your heart
don't even start cause I'm a lion in this battlefield
the shit you spit on the mic is the farthest thing from real
I recommend you chill before I go and flex my skill
hit you with verses of steel and let you know the fucking deal
selfishly wicked lyrical sickness you can't control me
after I rip this track I guarantee that you will know me
get used to my face because I'm taking over
the verbal surgeon spitting flames giving niggas the cold shoulder
I'll make you rollover face down lifeless
lyrical slaughter Ill show you what the the value of life is
let me teach you the definition of pain
I shatter your frame I'm insane rearranging your brain
BLIND
I sit back and analyze my situation
life is a struggle I hate the position that I am placed in
everyday another confrontation
but I'm headstrong y'all motherfuckers can't break my concentration
heavy contemplation and mixed emotions
life is a gamble but in this game of life my chips have been stolen
my wounds have long healed and recently been ripped open
I can't digest reality I feel as if I'm choking
drowning in an ocean surrounded by hate
my arms to weak to carry all the food on my plate
I'll never relate and I fear I'll never agree
with the forces who feel that they know what is best for me
I will never see eye to eye with those who criticize
you fucking hypocrites your all living a life of lies
I don't know much about my future or my destiny
but I'm gonna keep on doing what I'm doing
cause I feel that's best for me
I'm gonna keep doing what I feel is best for me
I don't much about my future or my destiny
time is the only thing that can set me free
I'm blind now but I know with time that I will see
It's impossible to be happy when everyday I feel pain
in knowing things with never change it's hard to maintain
life is a game, I fear I'll never win
I face defeat from the mental battle waging within
I need guidance cause I'm amongst the blind
peace and security are not apart of my mind
comfort and closure is something I will never find
Some days I wake up and feel as if I'm wasting my time
life is a tragic comedy as we slowly decline
and in these dying times I can assure that I'm losing my mind
sinking to the bottom where all these emotions are felt
I'm folding in this game of life due to cards been dealt
nobody's here to help I'm in this battlefield alone
my enemies surround me everywhere I roams a danger zone
After I'm gone the words I've spoken will soon be forgotten
I'm seeing red until the day I'm fucking dead and rotten
I'm gonna keep doing what I feel is best for me
I don't much about my future or my destiny
time is the only thing that can set me free
I'm blind now but I know with time that I will see
There's no sleep for the wicked from rest and relaxation I am restricted
I stalk in the night the streets what I dwell when I feel conflicted
this life is like a bad movie someone took the script and flipped it
grab the microphone and express making my emotions vivid
the only thing I ask for and I hope is that you listen
if you feel what I'm saying turn me up and pay attention
this is what I feel and this is how you can hear it
my lyrics pierce your heart and penetrate into your spirit
Nothing in life is promised that's the way that I see it
we are hungry for change but we will never fucking be it
because the bigger picture as a whole we'll never see it
self destruction is in our nature as human beings
I don't like what I'm seeing sometimes it's hard to cope
life is cruel as it tightens it's grip around your throat
but I will never choke and I'll never give in
born to lose in the game of life but I'm here to win
I'm gonna keep doing what I feel is best for me
I don't much about my future or my destiny
time is the only thing that can set me free
I'm blind now but I know with time that I will see
MICROPHONE VIBING
I stay vibing on the microphone keeping it live
a full time occupation fuck a 9 to 5
I step up on the stage and you find it hard to survive
call me a veteran been to battle and I'm still alive
lyrical dominance I'm at the top of my rank
and when I grip the mic I rip it with unmatched strength
I go to great lengths and overcome by any means
never will I alter I'll never fall to my knees
I'll stay doing me been doing so since '93
you rocking the mic is a recipe for catastrophe
it really baffles me how you could contend with my style
I got a flow smoother than a pack of black & milds
y'all niggas are claiming to be raw you need to quit the game
fucking fake rappers who lack style you all sound the same
you should be ashamed lyrically I'm well arranged
and being ill on the mic is the only thing I claim
so get it through your brain that the kid is off the chain
I operate on higher frequencies I'm out of range
I'm not Obama in this game but I'm still making change
hip hop is dead and faggots like you are the ones to blame
fuck the glamor and fame I just want studio sessions
transcribing thoughts to paper of burdens and blessings
my morbid aggression my style's refreshing
me ever surrendering is just out of the question
you niggas are claiming to be hard looking like retards
y'all should be equipped with helmets elbow pads and knee guards
for protection while I insist on ripping the mic with bliss
hitting you with lines harder then a clenched fist
my flows sharp and on contact it slits wrists
The state in which I'm in I don't know what suspense is
my syllable word play will leave you defenseless
there's no force in the world that can go against this
DOOM
with the brain that I posses you can't comprehend my intellect
I psychologically devour human consciousness
the leap of faith is destined for me cause there's nothing left
when your walking with me you better fucking watch your step
I'm aiming for your neck your characters mendacious
with the power that I posses will leave you faceless
I'm fucking tasteless, faithless like an animal
no empathy is felt as I'm causing damage to you
I make it hard to swallow
your knees are trembling as I'm lessening your tomorrow
I am hollow the verbal surgeon numb to pain
manipulating thoughts that are cycling through your brain
hitting you with frequencies causing you spinal pain
broadening horizons with the philosophy I maintain
I cut veins, and drink the money from the source
after I quench my thirst I'm eradicating your corpse
hitting you with the immaculate force leave you unconscious
spitting that bitter shit making your stomach nauseous
better be cautious I'll rip you apart
pushing the iron mic through your chest until I penetrate your heart
the dark apprentice with the style that is relentless
breaking down your oral structure like I was your fucking dentist
Nothing to lose on the mic abuse
I hit you with lyrics and leave your brain bruised leaving you confused
I'm raw on the track quick to attack
make you envision black hitting you harder than a fucking spinal tap
it's like that I'm always ready for war I'm stomping down your door
leaving your body sore from gore
THE MICROPHONE VILLAIN
the lyrical elitist I'm shattering competition
fucking with me your only lessening your chance of living
fucking with me your throwing away the life you were given
your better off extorting committing crimes and sinning
verbal warfare I'm attacking you through the speaker
with the aggression I hold in to prevent from beating teachers
lace your sneakers and prepare to meet the grim reaper
the verbal surgeon is the undercover soul keeper
the soul seeker it's clear to see your styles weaker
the master defeater your style is meek and obsolete
my styles complete wanna compete drop the beat
dropping lines so hot I'll melt the gum soles off your feet
victory is sweet but it's an acquired taste
I can't get it out of mouth so get the fuck out my face
evacuate the place like I was strapped with bombs
plotting to cause more fucking casualties then Vietnam
The Microphone Villain lock your doors and hide your children
I'm coming through fully equipped lyrically drilling
hitting nerves deep down like a cavity filling
nod your fucking head and raise your lighters to the ceiling
don't be alarmed when I grab the mic and I explode
making you another victim of my verbal choke hold
I rage out of control devour you swallow you whole
eliminating competition no mercy my hearts cold
don't bother to fight rest assured you face defeat
my tactics can't be beat I'm making your troops retreat
so fuck peace I can never refrain from sinking my fangs
into your flesh injecting venom in your veins
I leave you slain I'm bringing forth the pain
the verbal surgeon making you clinically deranged
destroying your morphology unstable psychologically
with the power invested in me nobody's stopping me
Let me show you what happens when I commit
pass the microphone turn me up and observe as I spit
not in it to quit so sit back and take observation
the shit I spit is sicker then the blood of cancer patients
The Microphone Villain lock your doors and hide your children
I'm coming through fully equipped lyrically drilling
hitting nerves deep down like a cavity filling
nod your fucking head and raise your lighters to the ceiling
analyze and I'll leave you surprised
my mouth operates at temperature so hot it's known to sterilize
verbally terrorize I devour the track the wicked surgeon
steadily knocking niggas flat on their back
the microphone villain lock your doors and hide your children
you long for comfort I'm robbing you of what you are feeling
I'm always killing on the mic for sport
you try coming up in this game I'll cut your career short
my lyrical violence is leaving niggas silenced
I'm fueled by defiance smashing straight through your alliance
no compliance going the against the current in simple terms
the truest saying in life is that you live and learn
the microphone is always my choice of weapon
if it's in my possession I'm teaching you a lesson
so you should never question the origin my aggression
god like when I spit so call it a blessing
The Microphone Villain lock your doors and hide your children
I'm coming through fully equipped lyrically drilling
hitting nerves deep down like a cavity filling
nod your fucking head and raise your lighters to the ceiling
EMBRACE TODAY
In a world so big you know it's hard to find your place
we all have incidents that we wish that we could erase
we all have consequences that at times we're scared to face
Struggle is something that happens on a daily base
through pain we all relate in my mind it's guaranteed
that we will all face times of hardship eventually
after we overcome only then we truly see
the natural gifts of life pleasure and serenity
no one is promised longevity in this world today
at any time of the day your life could be taken away
after we're dead and gone beneath the soil deep in earth
what comes after death eternal bliss or something worse
not a believer in a heaven or hell
the truth is hard to find so it is impossible to tell
where our souls dwell as our bodies slowly decay
nothing is promised in life so I embrace today
Some days I wake up and feel as if I've been cursed since birth
but then I realize that my situation could be worse
I'm among the fortunate and now I start to see
that there are others in this world who have it worse then me
and there are others in this world who have it worse you
life is short take nothing for granted remember that to
take it to your grave and make sure that you don't forget
that everything you have can disappear right in a sec
there are children in this world who only face neglect
lack clean water and have parents who don't care to protect
so before you speak stop hold your breathe and think
everyone faces struggle and any ship can sink
will tomorrow come it's impossible to say
every second minute and hour lives are taken away
and as I sit and think the only thing I have to say is
nothing is promised in life so embrace today kid
There are times in life when we feel as if nothing relates
and the odds are stacked against us
There are times when we feel we have it the worst
But when you open your eyes you'll truly see
that there are people in this world
who have it far worse than you and me...
CRIES OF ADDICTION
now Here's a story to be told
listen to my story as it lyrically unfolds
line after line slowly gaining it's hold
it chokes you and leaves your body stiff pale and cold
this is the story of a man from around the way
he kept to himself until he a met a girl one day
they hit it off and everything went right he had a kid
he had good intentions and did his best trying to stay positive
but on the block all you see is pipes and needles
you shoot up or get shot at the damage is equal
you pick it up and your in it for life there's no way to change
cause it's a soul sacrifice, it's a suicide for those blind who can
not see how a fucking drug can change your destiny
he picked it up and never thought about it twice
and now he sits in a cell contemplating his life
If he could take back something tells me he would
these were never his intentions he intended for good
life was a struggle his way out was abusing the pipe
watching the clouds fall from his mouth and fade away with the light
never thinking about his son or the woman he loved
because he found something he loved more and that was the drugs
his mind became mislead and he was lost amongst the crowd
climbing up a ladder he built but couldn't come down
he started staying out at night only returning home
if he needed money ignoring the child who was alone
and the mother who had to struggle in this world by herself
raising a kid is hard she could of used some help
she cried herself to sleep at night cause there was nobody there
she couldn't talk to her man because her man didn't care
he was hurting more than himself and his feeble mind
he was ruining a family right in front my eyes
Lockup was a place where he liked to hangout
he was there from time to time throughout the years no doubt
making friends in many places cause he was a good guy
he got along with everyone he never needed to lie
he was ruining his life with the decisions he makes
and unfortunately he never learned from his mistakes
he left his family cold and alone to fend on their own
he thought about em everyday but the streets were his home
once he got out of lockup he took the same fucking path
ending back in the place in which he was stuck in last
behind a steel gate that kept him contained inside
I never went to visit him cause my feelings for him had died
he wrote often I got of all his letters in the mail
I never read em because they made me angrier than hell
so here's to you dad this is my final letter to you
I'm signing off now sincerely your son fuck you.
LORD OF THE DAMNED
I come through blasting mask on ready for action
make it happen blood splattered satisfaction
wrist slashing leave niggas gushing
I act on impulse fuck the repercussion
a menace to your health I'm contagious to your well being
destroy everything I'm seeing I'm the non-believing
a fucking problem I plague nations
creating diseases with no vaccination
I make moves fast and I'm never hesitant
no good deeds I never feel benevolent
at your misfortune I'm laughing no compassion
dropping niggas like a bad habit no reaction
no relaxing always making preparations
never leaving evidence for investigation
hate waiting aggressive non patient
if I had my way I'd leave the earth vacant
diminishing life from this futile land
I'd create the blueprint to rid all of man
that's the master plan to gain eternal bliss
I'd make the fucking weak cease to exist
leave you spiritless destroy your morals
send you to hell where your immortal soul boils
for eternity as flames lick your neck
at depths where you can only smell corroding flesh
now there's nothing left embrace the end
consumed by the power that I hold within
as it releases you feel the world shake
making plates shift and causing earthquakes
I seal fate when life's in my hand
if your kept alive your a slave to my command
lord of the damned from freewill your banned
follow in my steps and follow as I demand
DEFACING
I'm cold lyrically I let my mind unfold
I'm bound by restriction and can't calculate my toll
I'm hollow, transparent like glass bottles
emotionally blind I am drowning in my sorrow
I try to swallow but can't grasp reality
my eyes are open wide and envision uncertainty
I never pray, for I know that I am my own savior
I'm in this world alone and in control of my behavior,
my words hit like a razor, exposing what is pure
tearing through the tendons and exposing the core
the nerves, the bone,cutting through the marrow
I can't see the light the the tunnels end is too narrow
numb to sensation, my life is an equation,
I look in the mirror and hate everything I am facing
defacing I who know nothing of who I am
defacing I who know nothing of who I am
I'm numb, but I can feel the rage growing inside
I despise those who idolize, society cries
and I fear that it's to late to change
rage flows through my veins anger intoxicates my brain
it's strange, how everything I once knew disappeared
My body's paralyzed as it is overwhelmed by fear, it's clear
that in time we will all decay
the only thing remaining will be our eroding frames
I am a character who wishes he could change
I am a character who's mentally deranged,
pain becomes the only thing that relates
it's truly a disgrace how I'm stuck in this mind state
I contemplate, if I every turn I take is a dead end
I wish I could turn back I wish I could pretend
satisfaction doesn't exist without a friend
satisfaction doesn't exist without a friend
cutting lyrical incisions
splitting your body with heavy division
the verbal surgeon be the wicked mathematician
I'm on a mission so sit back and watch me demonstrate
how the shit I spit is venom and it melts your fucking face
Rip a nigga in half then laugh as I devour him fast
I'm on a war path destroy you make you feel my wrath
my verbal output hits you like heavy decibels
I keep it raw snatching you up like extra terrestrials
your softer than a vegetable don't claim to be hard
I see through your facade me and my mean team will smash your squad
I steadily bomb hitting you with explosives
that shatter your frame the explosion's highly corrosive
lyrically significant I'm far ahead of the team
quick to combust like a match touching some spilt gasoline
never serene you can find me creeping on your scene
the verbal surgeon on the microphone I reign supreme
What promises tomorrow I'll be the first to let you know
I control your fate you niggas are softer than Dr.Scholls
I'm to raw lyrically I'm ripping you apart
destroying your thoughts I stalk in the dark eating your heart
don't even start cause I'm a lion in this battlefield
the shit you spit on the mic is the farthest thing from real
I recommend you chill before I go and flex my skill
hit you with verses of steel and let you know the fucking deal
selfishly wicked lyrical sickness you can't control me
after I rip this track I guarantee that you will know me
get used to my face because I'm taking over
the verbal surgeon spitting flames giving niggas the cold shoulder
I'll make you rollover face down lifeless
lyrical slaughter Ill show you what the the value of life is
let me teach you the definition of pain
I shatter your frame I'm insane rearranging your brain
BLIND
I sit back and analyze my situation
life is a struggle I hate the position that I am placed in
everyday another confrontation
but I'm headstrong y'all motherfuckers can't break my concentration
heavy contemplation and mixed emotions
life is a gamble but in this game of life my chips have been stolen
my wounds have long healed and recently been ripped open
I can't digest reality I feel as if I'm choking
drowning in an ocean surrounded by hate
my arms to weak to carry all the food on my plate
I'll never relate and I fear I'll never agree
with the forces who feel that they know what is best for me
I will never see eye to eye with those who criticize
you fucking hypocrites your all living a life of lies
I don't know much about my future or my destiny
but I'm gonna keep on doing what I'm doing
cause I feel that's best for me
I'm gonna keep doing what I feel is best for me
I don't much about my future or my destiny
time is the only thing that can set me free
I'm blind now but I know with time that I will see
It's impossible to be happy when everyday I feel pain
in knowing things with never change it's hard to maintain
life is a game, I fear I'll never win
I face defeat from the mental battle waging within
I need guidance cause I'm amongst the blind
peace and security are not apart of my mind
comfort and closure is something I will never find
Some days I wake up and feel as if I'm wasting my time
life is a tragic comedy as we slowly decline
and in these dying times I can assure that I'm losing my mind
sinking to the bottom where all these emotions are felt
I'm folding in this game of life due to cards been dealt
nobody's here to help I'm in this battlefield alone
my enemies surround me everywhere I roams a danger zone
After I'm gone the words I've spoken will soon be forgotten
I'm seeing red until the day I'm fucking dead and rotten
I'm gonna keep doing what I feel is best for me
I don't much about my future or my destiny
time is the only thing that can set me free
I'm blind now but I know with time that I will see
There's no sleep for the wicked from rest and relaxation I am restricted
I stalk in the night the streets what I dwell when I feel conflicted
this life is like a bad movie someone took the script and flipped it
grab the microphone and express making my emotions vivid
the only thing I ask for and I hope is that you listen
if you feel what I'm saying turn me up and pay attention
this is what I feel and this is how you can hear it
my lyrics pierce your heart and penetrate into your spirit
Nothing in life is promised that's the way that I see it
we are hungry for change but we will never fucking be it
because the bigger picture as a whole we'll never see it
self destruction is in our nature as human beings
I don't like what I'm seeing sometimes it's hard to cope
life is cruel as it tightens it's grip around your throat
but I will never choke and I'll never give in
born to lose in the game of life but I'm here to win
I'm gonna keep doing what I feel is best for me
I don't much about my future or my destiny
time is the only thing that can set me free
I'm blind now but I know with time that I will see
MICROPHONE VIBING
I stay vibing on the microphone keeping it live
a full time occupation fuck a 9 to 5
I step up on the stage and you find it hard to survive
call me a veteran been to battle and I'm still alive
lyrical dominance I'm at the top of my rank
and when I grip the mic I rip it with unmatched strength
I go to great lengths and overcome by any means
never will I alter I'll never fall to my knees
I'll stay doing me been doing so since '93
you rocking the mic is a recipe for catastrophe
it really baffles me how you could contend with my style
I got a flow smoother than a pack of black & milds
y'all niggas are claiming to be raw you need to quit the game
fucking fake rappers who lack style you all sound the same
you should be ashamed lyrically I'm well arranged
and being ill on the mic is the only thing I claim
so get it through your brain that the kid is off the chain
I operate on higher frequencies I'm out of range
I'm not Obama in this game but I'm still making change
hip hop is dead and faggots like you are the ones to blame
fuck the glamor and fame I just want studio sessions
transcribing thoughts to paper of burdens and blessings
my morbid aggression my style's refreshing
me ever surrendering is just out of the question
you niggas are claiming to be hard looking like retards
y'all should be equipped with helmets elbow pads and knee guards
for protection while I insist on ripping the mic with bliss
hitting you with lines harder then a clenched fist
my flows sharp and on contact it slits wrists
The state in which I'm in I don't know what suspense is
my syllable word play will leave you defenseless
there's no force in the world that can go against this
DOOM
with the brain that I posses you can't comprehend my intellect
I psychologically devour human consciousness
the leap of faith is destined for me cause there's nothing left
when your walking with me you better fucking watch your step
I'm aiming for your neck your characters mendacious
with the power that I posses will leave you faceless
I'm fucking tasteless, faithless like an animal
no empathy is felt as I'm causing damage to you
I make it hard to swallow
your knees are trembling as I'm lessening your tomorrow
I am hollow the verbal surgeon numb to pain
manipulating thoughts that are cycling through your brain
hitting you with frequencies causing you spinal pain
broadening horizons with the philosophy I maintain
I cut veins, and drink the money from the source
after I quench my thirst I'm eradicating your corpse
hitting you with the immaculate force leave you unconscious
spitting that bitter shit making your stomach nauseous
better be cautious I'll rip you apart
pushing the iron mic through your chest until I penetrate your heart
the dark apprentice with the style that is relentless
breaking down your oral structure like I was your fucking dentist
Nothing to lose on the mic abuse
I hit you with lyrics and leave your brain bruised leaving you confused
I'm raw on the track quick to attack
make you envision black hitting you harder than a fucking spinal tap
it's like that I'm always ready for war I'm stomping down your door
leaving your body sore from gore
THE MICROPHONE VILLAIN
the lyrical elitist I'm shattering competition
fucking with me your only lessening your chance of living
fucking with me your throwing away the life you were given
your better off extorting committing crimes and sinning
verbal warfare I'm attacking you through the speaker
with the aggression I hold in to prevent from beating teachers
lace your sneakers and prepare to meet the grim reaper
the verbal surgeon is the undercover soul keeper
the soul seeker it's clear to see your styles weaker
the master defeater your style is meek and obsolete
my styles complete wanna compete drop the beat
dropping lines so hot I'll melt the gum soles off your feet
victory is sweet but it's an acquired taste
I can't get it out of mouth so get the fuck out my face
evacuate the place like I was strapped with bombs
plotting to cause more fucking casualties then Vietnam
The Microphone Villain lock your doors and hide your children
I'm coming through fully equipped lyrically drilling
hitting nerves deep down like a cavity filling
nod your fucking head and raise your lighters to the ceiling
don't be alarmed when I grab the mic and I explode
making you another victim of my verbal choke hold
I rage out of control devour you swallow you whole
eliminating competition no mercy my hearts cold
don't bother to fight rest assured you face defeat
my tactics can't be beat I'm making your troops retreat
so fuck peace I can never refrain from sinking my fangs
into your flesh injecting venom in your veins
I leave you slain I'm bringing forth the pain
the verbal surgeon making you clinically deranged
destroying your morphology unstable psychologically
with the power invested in me nobody's stopping me
Let me show you what happens when I commit
pass the microphone turn me up and observe as I spit
not in it to quit so sit back and take observation
the shit I spit is sicker then the blood of cancer patients
The Microphone Villain lock your doors and hide your children
I'm coming through fully equipped lyrically drilling
hitting nerves deep down like a cavity filling
nod your fucking head and raise your lighters to the ceiling
analyze and I'll leave you surprised
my mouth operates at temperature so hot it's known to sterilize
verbally terrorize I devour the track the wicked surgeon
steadily knocking niggas flat on their back
the microphone villain lock your doors and hide your children
you long for comfort I'm robbing you of what you are feeling
I'm always killing on the mic for sport
you try coming up in this game I'll cut your career short
my lyrical violence is leaving niggas silenced
I'm fueled by defiance smashing straight through your alliance
no compliance going the against the current in simple terms
the truest saying in life is that you live and learn
the microphone is always my choice of weapon
if it's in my possession I'm teaching you a lesson
so you should never question the origin my aggression
god like when I spit so call it a blessing
The Microphone Villain lock your doors and hide your children
I'm coming through fully equipped lyrically drilling
hitting nerves deep down like a cavity filling
nod your fucking head and raise your lighters to the ceiling
EMBRACE TODAY
In a world so big you know it's hard to find your place
we all have incidents that we wish that we could erase
we all have consequences that at times we're scared to face
Struggle is something that happens on a daily base
through pain we all relate in my mind it's guaranteed
that we will all face times of hardship eventually
after we overcome only then we truly see
the natural gifts of life pleasure and serenity
no one is promised longevity in this world today
at any time of the day your life could be taken away
after we're dead and gone beneath the soil deep in earth
what comes after death eternal bliss or something worse
not a believer in a heaven or hell
the truth is hard to find so it is impossible to tell
where our souls dwell as our bodies slowly decay
nothing is promised in life so I embrace today
Some days I wake up and feel as if I've been cursed since birth
but then I realize that my situation could be worse
I'm among the fortunate and now I start to see
that there are others in this world who have it worse then me
and there are others in this world who have it worse you
life is short take nothing for granted remember that to
take it to your grave and make sure that you don't forget
that everything you have can disappear right in a sec
there are children in this world who only face neglect
lack clean water and have parents who don't care to protect
so before you speak stop hold your breathe and think
everyone faces struggle and any ship can sink
will tomorrow come it's impossible to say
every second minute and hour lives are taken away
and as I sit and think the only thing I have to say is
nothing is promised in life so embrace today kid
There are times in life when we feel as if nothing relates
and the odds are stacked against us
There are times when we feel we have it the worst
But when you open your eyes you'll truly see
that there are people in this world
who have it far worse than you and me...
CRIES OF ADDICTION
now Here's a story to be told
listen to my story as it lyrically unfolds
line after line slowly gaining it's hold
it chokes you and leaves your body stiff pale and cold
this is the story of a man from around the way
he kept to himself until he a met a girl one day
they hit it off and everything went right he had a kid
he had good intentions and did his best trying to stay positive
but on the block all you see is pipes and needles
you shoot up or get shot at the damage is equal
you pick it up and your in it for life there's no way to change
cause it's a soul sacrifice, it's a suicide for those blind who can
not see how a fucking drug can change your destiny
he picked it up and never thought about it twice
and now he sits in a cell contemplating his life
If he could take back something tells me he would
these were never his intentions he intended for good
life was a struggle his way out was abusing the pipe
watching the clouds fall from his mouth and fade away with the light
never thinking about his son or the woman he loved
because he found something he loved more and that was the drugs
his mind became mislead and he was lost amongst the crowd
climbing up a ladder he built but couldn't come down
he started staying out at night only returning home
if he needed money ignoring the child who was alone
and the mother who had to struggle in this world by herself
raising a kid is hard she could of used some help
she cried herself to sleep at night cause there was nobody there
she couldn't talk to her man because her man didn't care
he was hurting more than himself and his feeble mind
he was ruining a family right in front my eyes
Lockup was a place where he liked to hangout
he was there from time to time throughout the years no doubt
making friends in many places cause he was a good guy
he got along with everyone he never needed to lie
he was ruining his life with the decisions he makes
and unfortunately he never learned from his mistakes
he left his family cold and alone to fend on their own
he thought about em everyday but the streets were his home
once he got out of lockup he took the same fucking path
ending back in the place in which he was stuck in last
behind a steel gate that kept him contained inside
I never went to visit him cause my feelings for him had died
he wrote often I got of all his letters in the mail
I never read em because they made me angrier than hell
so here's to you dad this is my final letter to you
I'm signing off now sincerely your son fuck you.
LORD OF THE DAMNED
I come through blasting mask on ready for action
make it happen blood splattered satisfaction
wrist slashing leave niggas gushing
I act on impulse fuck the repercussion
a menace to your health I'm contagious to your well being
destroy everything I'm seeing I'm the non-believing
a fucking problem I plague nations
creating diseases with no vaccination
I make moves fast and I'm never hesitant
no good deeds I never feel benevolent
at your misfortune I'm laughing no compassion
dropping niggas like a bad habit no reaction
no relaxing always making preparations
never leaving evidence for investigation
hate waiting aggressive non patient
if I had my way I'd leave the earth vacant
diminishing life from this futile land
I'd create the blueprint to rid all of man
that's the master plan to gain eternal bliss
I'd make the fucking weak cease to exist
leave you spiritless destroy your morals
send you to hell where your immortal soul boils
for eternity as flames lick your neck
at depths where you can only smell corroding flesh
now there's nothing left embrace the end
consumed by the power that I hold within
as it releases you feel the world shake
making plates shift and causing earthquakes
I seal fate when life's in my hand
if your kept alive your a slave to my command
lord of the damned from freewill your banned
follow in my steps and follow as I demand
DEFACING
I'm cold lyrically I let my mind unfold
I'm bound by restriction and can't calculate my toll
I'm hollow, transparent like glass bottles
emotionally blind I am drowning in my sorrow
I try to swallow but can't grasp reality
my eyes are open wide and envision uncertainty
I never pray, for I know that I am my own savior
I'm in this world alone and in control of my behavior,
my words hit like a razor, exposing what is pure
tearing through the tendons and exposing the core
the nerves, the bone,cutting through the marrow
I can't see the light the the tunnels end is too narrow
numb to sensation, my life is an equation,
I look in the mirror and hate everything I am facing
defacing I who know nothing of who I am
defacing I who know nothing of who I am
I'm numb, but I can feel the rage growing inside
I despise those who idolize, society cries
and I fear that it's to late to change
rage flows through my veins anger intoxicates my brain
it's strange, how everything I once knew disappeared
My body's paralyzed as it is overwhelmed by fear, it's clear
that in time we will all decay
the only thing remaining will be our eroding frames
I am a character who wishes he could change
I am a character who's mentally deranged,
pain becomes the only thing that relates
it's truly a disgrace how I'm stuck in this mind state
I contemplate, if I every turn I take is a dead end
I wish I could turn back I wish I could pretend
satisfaction doesn't exist without a friend
satisfaction doesn't exist without a friend
Download my first release for free
The Verbal Surgeon - Self Titled 2010
1.Intro
2.Sword Play
3.Blind
4.Microphone Vibing
5.Doom
6.The Microphone Villain
7.Embrace Today
8.Cries of Addiction
9.Lord of the Damned
10.Defacing
11.Outro
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