DxdgingSnipxrs - Track 1_-_Spiraling In Kmart (Remastered)

Sampled beat horror rap built around a gospel-style child vocal hook repeating the questioning lines about seeing god, dreaming, hearing the devil, and dying, chopped and time-stretched as a core melodic instrument, High-energy, manic, dark sinister experimental hip hop with cinematic horrorcore tension and a corrupted modern east coast bounce, Eerie 80s-inspired lo-fi synths, detuned pads, and warped keys weave with half-time and double-time drums that support fast and slow multi-syllable flows, The vocal delivery is unique and slightly high-pitched at peaks, manically locking into syncopated pockets and memorable melodic phrases, Layered foley and grocery store ambience are integrated into the rhythm and atmosphere: a recurring soft [Door chime] sample at key scene changes, steady low hum of [Fluorescent lights buzz] as a textural bed, rhythmic [Scanner beep] one-shots tucked into the drum pattern, and metallic [Cash register ding] accents punctuating bar turns and hook phrases

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Hey...
Hey...
Hey...
Hey...

[Verse 1]
I come to, confused, is this the gates of heaven? (Oh... nah...)
talkin' to fluorescent lights in the Seven Eleven.
Breathe for a second, check the time, it's fuckin' five.
Check your pockets, you're packin', strapped with dad’s 45.

Dead or aliveeee’s a loaded question.
Answer’s in a 5 round roulette Smith & Wesson. [Sample] “Dying, dreaming, dying, dreaming.” [Sample end]

What the fuck am I seeing in the corners of my eyes.
Psy-op brain confusing truth with the lie.

[Bridge]
(Yeah...)
(Check it...)

[Verse 2]
I move through mountains like the king of alpines.
Drawing signs on massive kinds of inclines.
Ties that binds, crumbling failing minds.
Hanging by a thread, lines, head, fine.

[Sample] “Is it god that I’m seeing?” [Sample end]
On the shoulders of gods I prevail eternal.
Rotten dead one, thought patterns are surgical .
Quetiapine, feel nothing, sealed machine internal.
Death is overrated, wake… up at my burial.
[Sample] “Or am I dreaming?” [Sample end]

Lyrica makes me less lyrical, shits confusing.
Abusing benzos at 12, under tongue choosing.
Using wasn’t up to me, given in distress.
Test if it works with two, give yourself a rest.

You deserve it. Give up your mind. Shelve it.
Hypochondriac. With brass tac wit.
Hallucinations sit outside my window, I’m sick.
Then why do I feel more kinship with it?

[Chorus]
I come to, confused, is this the gates of heaven? (Oh... nah...)
I’m talkin' to some strange guy in the back of a Best Buy.
Still strapped, question hanging in the air, flee ASAP.
Crash into the cash register like I’m paying for due sins.
Pass the clerk at work before getting a word in.

[Sample a gospel song of a little girl singing]
“is it god that I’m seeing? Or am I dreaming? Is it the devil that I’m hearing? Or am I dying?” 
[End of sample]

[Verse 3]
I’m swimming through molasses, the air is poison.
The moment passes, and I think I lost em.
Lungs full of acid and breathless coughing.
A moment of silence before awaking. [Sample] “Dying…” [Sample end]

I’m losing my grip, the world flips around and I go down.
On my back, on the ground, panic attack, no sound.
I slip through the cracks in the concrete pavement.
I sit on the precipice of sharp impalement.
tasting the knowledge of untold ailment.
As the ledge unfold like a paper airplane.
[Sample] “Dreaming” [Sample end]

Pills become beetles in the hands of schizophrenics.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Anders but you’re somewhat manic”
Fantastic, bugs in my mouth taste like plastic.
And the needles in my arm make me homesick.

[Chorus]
I come to, confused, is this the gates of heaven? (Oh... nah...)
I’m talkin' to a doctor in the middle of the Kmart.
Get out of bed, leave the gun on the counter, smart.

[Chorus Outro]
Put my keys in the ignition and start up my shopping cart.

Oh.. wait…

[Sample a gospel song of a little girl singing]
“is it god that I’m seeing? Or am I dreaming? Is it the devil that I’m hearing? Or am I dying?” 
[End of sample]

[Sample a gospel song of a little girl singing but now screw and slow down the sample into a horror corrupted vibe, slowing it down until the song stops at the end of the sample]
“is it god that I’m seeing? Or am I dreaming? Is it the devil that I’m hearing? Or am I dying?” 
[End of sample]
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[Sample] [Sample a gospel song of a little girl singing] “is it god that I’m seeing? Or am I dreaming? Is it the devil that I’m hearing? Or am I dying?” [End of sample, incorporate the sample into the beat] [Intro] Hey... Hey... Hey... Hey... [Verse 1] I come to, confused, is this the gates of heaven? (Oh... nah...) talkin' to fluorescent lights in the Seven Eleven. Breathe for a second, check the time, it's fuckin' five. Check your pockets, you're packin', strapped with dad’s 45. Dead or aliveeee’s a loaded question. Answer’s in a 5 round roulette Smith & Wesson. [Sample] “Dying, dreaming, dying, dreaming.” [Sample end] What the fuck am I seeing in the corners of my eyes. Psy-op brain confusing truth with the lie. [Bridge] (Yeah...) (Check it...) [Verse 2] I move through mountains like the king of alpines. Drawing signs on massive kinds of inclines. Ties that binds, crumbling failing minds. Hanging by a thread, lines, head, fine. [Sample] “Is it god that I’m seeing?” [Sample end] On the shoulders of gods I prevail eternal. Rotten dead one, thought patterns are surgical . Quetiapine, feel nothing, sealed machine internal. Death is overrated, wake… up at my burial. [Sample] “Or am I dreaming?” [Sample end] Lyrica makes me less lyrical, shits confusing. Abusing benzos at 12, under tongue choosing. Using wasn’t up to me, given in distress. Test if it works with two, give yourself a rest. You deserve it. Give up your mind. Shelve it. Hypochondriac. With brass tac wit. Hallucinations sit outside my window, I’m sick. Then why do I feel more kinship with it? [Chorus] I come to, confused, is this the gates of heaven? (Oh... nah...) I’m talkin' to some strange guy in the back of a Best Buy. Still strapped, question hanging in the air, flee ASAP. Crash into the cash register like I’m paying for due sins. Pass the clerk at work before getting a word in. [Sample a gospel song of a little girl singing] “is it god that I’m seeing? Or am I dreaming? Is it the devil that I’m hearing? Or am I dying?” [End of sample] [Verse 3] I’m swimming through molasses, the air is poison. The moment passes, and I think I lost em. Lungs full of acid and breathless coughing. A moment of silence before awaking. [Sample] “Dying…” [Sample end] I’m losing my grip, the world flips around and I go down. On my back, on the ground, panic attack, no sound. I slip through the cracks in the concrete pavement. I sit on the precipice of sharp impalement. tasting the knowledge of untold ailment. As the ledge unfold like a paper airplane. [Sample] “Dreaming” [Sample end] Pills become beetles in the hands of schizophrenics. “I’m sorry, Mr. Anders but you’re somewhat manic” Fantastic, bugs in my mouth taste like plastic. And the needles in my arm make me homesick. [Chorus] I come to, confused, is this the gates of heaven? (Oh... nah...) I’m talkin' to a doctor in the middle of the Kmart. Get out of bed, leave the gun on the counter, smart. [Chorus Outro] Put my keys in the ignition and start up my shopping cart. Oh.. wait… [Sample a gospel song of a little girl singing] “is it god that I’m seeing? Or am I dreaming? Is it the devil that I’m hearing? Or am I dying?” [End of sample] [Sample a gospel song of a little girl singing but now screw and slow down the sample into a horror corrupted vibe, slowing it down until the song stops at the end of the sample] “is it god that I’m seeing? Or am I dreaming? Is it the devil that I’m hearing? Or am I dying?” [End of sample] [end]

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