The Headache
• Written by Selfharm
1 verse:
Yo, now listen close,
That's not another song
About alcohol and dope
It's not about how girls
Dancin' in the club,
Just open your mind
And let it penetrate into your soul
And pull some strings of your emotions,
You collected and then locked,
Just let 'em go!
Your brain can start hysterics
Or still stay calm,
It all depends
On how many nerve cells
You have destroyed,
I suppose,
I simply burn 'em everyday,
Now my rage is uncontrolable,
My head is gonna crack
In every moment ,
I can't stand the pressure
That causes such /tortorous headaches/,
It /hurts me so painful/,
I'm waitin' for a /cause to be happy/,
I'm hopefully spendin my time
By /composin' these textes/,
Am I psycho?
Goddamit, I've /surely gone crazy/,
Mental problems,
They get frightend
Of how these /words are connected/,
No'thing poetic, fuckers,
The result of /psycholo'gical damage/,
And /noone can help me/,
When I talk with a regular
Person there's /no understanding/
And the only way to heared
Is to put these /thoughts
Into sentences/.
Hook:
Still no /apologies/!
The sicker I get,
The deeper my /knife digs in/
Psychological problems made me
Bypass your /ideology/
And now I'm here
Just standin' /behind you, prick/
With a wire-cutter and a scalpel
Waitin' for every moment to /harm you with it/!
2nd verse:
Now let's mull over some things,
Just uncover your ocean of feelings
Let it rush to your brain and fiil it,
Open your gateway and spill it,
Direct this powerful stream forward
To the craft that you're interested
In, dive, then completely drown,
Till you grow fuckin' branchiae for breathin'
You're frightened of snorkellin'
In this cloudy liquid, but it's the only
Way to figure out why theese problems appear,
Surely, the pain will relive, and
This empty space have to be filled with
New energy - RE-CHARGE
To make those mothefuckas belive that
You ain't gonna LEAVE NOW,
Spendin' evenings with a pencil and a textbook,
They rediculed and laughed at me,
That's why use their weapon straight agains 'em,
I bring my hatered to a liquid state
And use my /pen as a syringe/, and inject
This red ink into a sheet of paper,
And these /letters appear there/,
My lyrical pressure is dangerous
For brains of people with no imagination,
Only psychopaths will understand my fuckin' allegories,
Cuz the sickening swelling in my cranium
Still creatin' this shit,
And the much it's progressin' in my head,
The much I'm gettin' crazy and fierce
*Hook*
3rd verse:
Troublesome character,
Warfare between warped and intelligent,
So close to be madman,
Feels like my brain soaked in the acid,
Need a brainwash,
Before my thoughts will start spreadin'
And I harm myself badly,
I'm phrenetic like Alex from Madaskar,
It's funny,
that people /suffer from people/,
Then try to/find help from people/,
This fuckin' /cycle's no limit/,
That's why we got /serial killers/,
And rap seems to be quite similar,
Fuck role models and idols,
Don't let bitches enter your head and live here,
Stay /icy and real/,
Music is something that can set you on /fire and heat/,
The new generation of hip hop lost it,
Now it's all about pretty /sounding and beat/,
Singin' to poor children about /money and chicks/,
It's idiocy, cuz some untalented grew up,
And right now they're /robbin' your crib/,
You're stupid enough to rap about cash
And build on it your /entire career/,
You can't do nothin' but spill liquor in
Your /mouth, you just pricks/,
Your producer fucks your anus
And y'all cal it autotune,
/Dimonds in teeth/,
I guess Yams died cuz of /Rocky's V.D./,
Fuck new school,I hate you all,
That goes from /Tyga to Wiz/,
From Cheef to Gucci,
Don't give him fuckin' /mic in the prison/,
On this fuckin note
This fuckin' track /finally ends/,
Don't call your shit "hip hop" no more,
It's ain't a /genre you fit/.
*Hook*
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Selfharm
Member since April 15 2015