Fuh-kin Cle-ah

gritty freestyle rap, industrial hip hop, cinematic synthwave

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[Intro]
(Celtic Sean-nós hymnal, Four-on-the-floor kicks in (135-145 bpm), ethereal ambient, Deep sub-bass (20-60Hz), Gritty spoken word, Staccato Delivery, Nasal Tone, Sharp Consonants)

Well, it's been a long fuh-kin journey, and I can tell you in simple fuh-kin terms that this world isn't what it's out to be. "People listen to the master of prompties". Survival is a must, especially when Earth is fuh-kin dying. "Rich fucks start packing bags for Mars" If the biblical end is near, I fuh-kin don't want it. I want to live and love with all its ups and downs. If I die, I want the future to fuh-kin carry on. "Mobi's kids smile hopefully"

[Verse]
(Celtic Sean-nós hymnal, Staccato Delivery, Nasal Tone, Sharp Consonants, freestyle rap, detuned dark piano in minor keys, Haunting Melodic Hook, Rapid-fire Verses)

Going to tell it to you clear as fuck so can hear it. 
And going to spit it fuh-kin straight.
There's no future if there's a fuh-kin fate.
"The 3 or so fates start pulling harp strings rapidly"
If we can't control our fuh-kin selves.
I don't give 2 shits about heaven or the 7 hells.
"Eerie hymnal starts slowly, acting victorious"
Walking about drowsy, going to work, I don't wanna hear no fuh-kin bells
"Ring. Rring. open the door to brainy"
They say yo, you know your soul fuh-kin sells
Fuh-kin suck my dick!
"Sucking sounds start like a guy wants to dump himself hard, while being girly"
People like you make me sick
If you want something, don't be magically waving a weird-assed stick.
I'd rather fight for what I want with a bullet and a click.
"Click fuh-kin click... boom goes pharaoh's tomb"
They walk up asking about the king of fuh-kin 
Yeah, know him, he's a good fuh-kin doggy with that loving lick
"Beats and bass guitars get so fuh-kin hard people go to heaven desperate for hell"

[Hook]
(Female vocals, rap, Gritty, melodic vocals, sad)
The fuh-kin world is painfully dying
The fuh-kin soul is not here, there, everywhere
Many Mothers are fuh-kin crying
Children born in a world at war don't even care
Warships and bullets are flying
The air is poisoning us with no reasoning
"Beats get faster like bees breeding"
Death and doom we're all fuh-kin breathing
People are getting dicky and desperate
Lies are fuh-kin becoming passionate
"Slimey krep-stain tries laughing in his cesspit grave"
Fuh-kin Twisted queer movements are changing us
Tormented hearts are fuh-kin becoming us
We need real and rapid changes
"Racist rocker gets rocked to sleep outside the club"
Equality breeds great futures
Races need new fuh-kin faces
Not the poor as targets at shooting ranges
Or we'll get what every prophet prophesies
"Hymnal starts passionately, with hopes for the future"

[Outro]
Well, here's the story. If God or al-laah thinks we are useless, while earth naturally dies, then we got no hope. "The audience and crew start looking around for angels". It's destined. We have no choice and are slaves to fate written on a page. "The words on the paper get the writer a little diz-zee".  I hope that we may choose our own way, but if we never did, I don't know why we even existed. "Music goes like waah-dah-fuuh" When we play Battlefield on our gaming consoles, do we shoot the gun, or does the character shoot it? "Gamers drop their controllers acting curious" We think we shot it. So, I write these lyrics, or does God write these lyrics? "The listeners nod approvingly while the fate police arrive"
"Music dies down and everyone goes home. Who knows what happened to the pedos who had heart attacks in 8k live"
[end]
(Shouts)
Fuhhhk faaate
(Beep)

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[Intro] (Celtic Sean-nós hymnal, Four-on-the-floor kicks in (135-145 bpm), ethereal ambient, Deep sub-bass (20-60Hz), Gritty spoken word, Staccato Delivery, Nasal Tone, Sharp Consonants) Well, it's been a long fuh-kin journey, and I can tell you in simple fuh-kin terms that this world isn't what it's out to be. "People listen to the master of prompties". Survival is a must, especially when Earth is fuh-kin dying. "Rich fucks start packing bags for Mars" If the biblical end is near, I fuh-kin don't want it. I want to live and love with all its ups and downs. If I die, I want the future to fuh-kin carry on. "Mobi's kids smile hopefully" [Verse] (Celtic Sean-nós hymnal, Staccato Delivery, Nasal Tone, Sharp Consonants, freestyle rap, detuned dark piano in minor keys, Haunting Melodic Hook, Rapid-fire Verses) Going to tell it to you clear as fuck so can hear it. And going to spit it fuh-kin straight. There's no future if there's a fuh-kin fate. "The 3 or so fates start pulling harp strings rapidly" If we can't control our fuh-kin selves. I don't give 2 shits about heaven or the 7 hells. "Eerie hymnal starts slowly, acting victorious" Walking about drowsy, going to work, I don't wanna hear no fuh-kin bells "Ring. Rring. open the door to brainy" They say yo, you know your soul fuh-kin sells Fuh-kin suck my dick! "Sucking sounds start like a guy wants to dump himself hard, while being girly" People like you make me sick If you want something, don't be magically waving a weird-assed stick. I'd rather fight for what I want with a bullet and a click. "Click fuh-kin click... boom goes pharaoh's tomb" They walk up asking about the king of fuh-kin Yeah, know him, he's a good fuh-kin doggy with that loving lick "Beats and bass guitars get so fuh-kin hard people go to heaven desperate for hell" [Hook] (Female vocals, rap, Gritty, melodic vocals, sad) The fuh-kin world is painfully dying The fuh-kin soul is not here, there, everywhere Many Mothers are fuh-kin crying Children born in a world at war don't even care Warships and bullets are flying The air is poisoning us with no reasoning "Beats get faster like bees breeding" Death and doom we're all fuh-kin breathing People are getting dicky and desperate Lies are fuh-kin becoming passionate "Slimey krep-stain tries laughing in his cesspit grave" Fuh-kin Twisted queer movements are changing us Tormented hearts are fuh-kin becoming us We need real and rapid changes "Racist rocker gets rocked to sleep outside the club" Equality breeds great futures Races need new fuh-kin faces Not the poor as targets at shooting ranges Or we'll get what every prophet prophesies "Hymnal starts passionately, with hopes for the future" [Outro] Well, here's the story. If God or al-laah thinks we are useless, while earth naturally dies, then we got no hope. "The audience and crew start looking around for angels". It's destined. We have no choice and are slaves to fate written on a page. "The words on the paper get the writer a little diz-zee". I hope that we may choose our own way, but if we never did, I don't know why we even existed. "Music goes like waah-dah-fuuh" When we play Battlefield on our gaming consoles, do we shoot the gun, or does the character shoot it? "Gamers drop their controllers acting curious" We think we shot it. So, I write these lyrics, or does God write these lyrics? "The listeners nod approvingly while the fate police arrive" "Music dies down and everyone goes home. Who knows what happened to the pedos who had heart attacks in 8k live" [end] (Shouts) Fuhhhk faaate (Beep)

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