A$h3s_ (Goliath.exe ft. the Gnostic Alien)

Bulgarian choir driven hip-hop banger with slight underground hood energy, rolling bongo percussion patterns creating rhythmic bounce throughout the entire track, slow heavy bounce around 92-105 BPM, thick distorted 808 bass and punchy drums, eerie underground horrorcore vibe, chopped Arabian female vocal sample used rhythmically like a haunting hook, detuned minor key, gritty underground rap production, menacing and swampy atmosphere, dirty analog texture, aggressive head-nod rhythm, festival mosh pit energy, raw underground Midwest horrorcore sound

[Intro]

[Spoken]
I used to think that my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy,
Hahahahahahahahahaaaa

[Verse 1]
You wanna know how I got these scars?,
Open up them ears, pay attention
To the bars, I aint that pray the hate
Away, hope for the best, soft mark,
Im that holy retribution while I stand 
On a fucking cop car, underneath this
Mask, just another with a carved grin,
Societies just junk food anymore,
And motherfucker I been starvin, 
 Madness in my actions,
I aint like you, im a Martian,
Ridin shotgun gun in a ufo,
Gnostic whippin the motherfucker,
Pull up, who tryna start shit?,
You bout to get tossed in the trunk
Of a star ship.

Fuck it any way right?, 
What are we preventing?,
God said the end of Days
Would be scary and up ending,
But only for the people think
Greed and hate is worth defending,
Otherwise you aint got shit to fear
But the morals they want trending
False idols turned out to be
Green and never ending, 
they Printed fake gods on paper,
Gave it to your for the spending.

Soooooo, hahahahaaaa

[Hook]
Imma dance in the ashes
Of burnin versacci suits,
Imma teach the right shit
To the motherfuckin youth,
Imma fight all the haters
And the liars with the truth
 and oh yeah,
If you dont like it motherfucker,
FUCK YOU.

(Imma dance in the ashes
Of burnin versacci suits)

(You aint like that shit dog, hahaha,
Fuck you)

[Verse 2]
Take a richy rich,
Dollar store morals kinda man,
Smack the bitch, till yo hand hurts
Then switch hands, fuck yo money
Fuck yo fake love, fake fans, chasin
Yo ragged ass around cause you
Got dividends.

This that say it with yo chest,
Or dont say that shit at all,
I fall asleep to the sound of an
Empires fall, CNN, CBS, fox news,
Fuckem all, yall get paid to keep 
Us all afraid while we all claw and crawl,
Towards that next paycheck, 
Whole countries a strip mall,
Capitalism feeds on victims,
Dont make it not true if you aint one, 
Just means if you got a parachute,
You don't care who else falls,
Greedy ass mother fuckers, fuck
E-leets fuck'em all.

(Imma dance in the ashes
Of burnin versacci suits)

(You aint like that shit dog, hahaha,
Fuck you)

[Verse 3]
Black, white, left, right,
Yall gettin railed by uncle Sam's
Locomotive, im your friendly
Guide here to serve you up
A potion, counter act that snake
Oil they been forcing down your
Throats and float on these
Motherfuckers like a battleship
On the ocean,  battle lines,
They drew the battle lines, 
One policy at a time, 
Societies a joke and im just
The punch line, no hopin, blunt
Smokin, damage and fracture
Company motives and graph lines,
Only devotion I got is to God and
My wife, all these fuckin suit and tie
Bad guys gettin flatlined, gottem
In a scope like a fucking mouth
Wash promotion.

(Imma dance in the ashes
Of burnin versacci suits)

(You aint like that shit dog, hahaha,
Fuck you)

[verse 4 - The Gnostic Alien]
Whippin that spaceship, bodies in the trunk, 
best believe me and g still shoot straight even when we high and drunk
Make them elites obsolete by the time the mission complete, no justice in the streets but the case is a fuckin slam dunk
Heart full of love but mind full of vengeance
The only just war is a war for independence 
I have a tendency to lean towards seeking transcendence
but hurt the innocent and you’ll feel how revenge hits
RPG Loaded up, time to send it at the defendants
Dropping bomb after bomb this shit is getting expensive, 
pullin out the blunt cuz imma need like ten hits
Its only right to be on cloud nine when we end this

(Imma dance in the ashes
Of burnin versacci suits)

(You aint like that shit dog, hahaha,
Fuck you)

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[Intro] [Spoken] I used to think that my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy, Hahahahahahahahahaaaa [Verse 1] You wanna know how I got these scars?, Open up them ears, pay attention To the bars, I aint that pray the hate Away, hope for the best, soft mark, Im that holy retribution while I stand On a fucking cop car, underneath this Mask, just another with a carved grin, Societies just junk food anymore, And motherfucker I been starvin, Madness in my actions, I aint like you, im a Martian, Ridin shotgun gun in a ufo, Gnostic whippin the motherfucker, Pull up, who tryna start shit?, You bout to get tossed in the trunk Of a star ship. Fuck it any way right?, What are we preventing?, God said the end of Days Would be scary and up ending, But only for the people think Greed and hate is worth defending, Otherwise you aint got shit to fear But the morals they want trending False idols turned out to be Green and never ending, they Printed fake gods on paper, Gave it to your for the spending. Soooooo, hahahahaaaa [Hook] Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits, Imma teach the right shit To the motherfuckin youth, Imma fight all the haters And the liars with the truth and oh yeah, If you dont like it motherfucker, FUCK YOU. (Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits) (Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits) (You aint like that shit dog, hahaha, Fuck you) [Verse 2] Take a richy rich, Dollar store morals kinda man, Smack the bitch, till yo hand hurts Then switch hands, fuck yo money Fuck yo fake love, fake fans, chasin Yo ragged ass around cause you Got dividends. This that say it with yo chest, Or dont say that shit at all, I fall asleep to the sound of an Empires fall, CNN, CBS, fox news, Fuckem all, yall get paid to keep Us all afraid while we all claw and crawl, Towards that next paycheck, Whole countries a strip mall, Capitalism feeds on victims, Dont make it not true if you aint one, Just means if you got a parachute, You don't care who else falls, Greedy ass mother fuckers, fuck E-leets fuck'em all. [Hook] Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits, Imma teach the right shit To the motherfuckin youth, Imma fight all the haters And the liars with the truth and oh yeah, If you dont like it motherfucker, FUCK YOU. (Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits) (Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits) (You aint like that shit dog, hahaha, Fuck you) [Verse 3] Black, white, left, right, Yall gettin railed by uncle Sam's Locomotive, im your friendly Guide here to serve you up A potion, counter act that snake Oil they been forcing down your Throats and float on these Motherfuckers like a battleship On the ocean, battle lines, They drew the battle lines, One policy at a time, Societies a joke and im just The punch line, no hopin, blunt Smokin, damage and fracture Company motives and graph lines, Only devotion I got is to God and My wife, all these fuckin suit and tie Bad guys gettin flatlined, gottem In a scope like a fucking mouth Wash promotion. [Hook] Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits, Imma teach the right shit To the motherfuckin youth, Imma fight all the haters And the liars with the truth and oh yeah, If you dont like it motherfucker, FUCK YOU. (Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits) (Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits) (You aint like that shit dog, hahaha, Fuck you) [verse 4 - The Gnostic Alien] Whippin that spaceship, bodies in the trunk, best believe me and g still shoot straight even when we high and drunk Make them elites obsolete by the time the mission complete, no justice in the streets but the case is a fuckin slam dunk Heart full of love but mind full of vengeance The only just war is a war for independence I have a tendency to lean towards seeking transcendence but hurt the innocent and you’ll feel how revenge hits RPG Loaded up, time to send it at the defendants Dropping bomb after bomb this shit is getting expensive, pullin out the blunt cuz imma need like ten hits Its only right to be on cloud nine when we end this [Hook] Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits, Imma teach the right shit To the motherfuckin youth, Imma fight all the haters And the liars with the truth and oh yeah, If you dont like it motherfucker, FUCK YOU. (Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits) (Imma dance in the ashes Of burnin versacci suits) (You aint like that shit dog, hahaha, Fuck you)

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