Paper Friends

90's Hip-Hop, Old School Rap, Afro-folk, pop, disco, progressive metal, dance-pop, 70's funk

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[Style: 90s Hip-Hop, Old School Rap, Instrumental Loop, Male Vocals]

[Intro]
[A classic, head-nodding boom-bap drum beat kicks in.]

[Verse 1]
[The Forgotten Man - vocals are a cool, rhythmic, and narrative rap flow]
Thought you were my brother, thought you were my rock
The one I'd call to beat the ticking clock
But when my walls came down, when I was in the red
Where was the backup? Just echoes in my head
A smile to my face, but your heart was full of static
First sign of a jam, your escape was automatic
Yeah, I see you now, running out the door
Don't know what you're fighting for anymore

[Chorus]
(The Forgotten Man)
Paper friends, it's all about the cash
Sweet talkin' homies 'til the system crash
Paper friends, no loyalty inside
First sign of trouble, nowhere left to hide
Paper friends, just a stack of lies
I see the truth right through your smiling eyes
First sign of trouble, you pull back and fold
The saddest story ever told

[Verse 2]
(The Forgotten Man)
I lived and learned, this world's a masterclass
The one who's with you when you're rich ain't built to last
People sell you out, no feeling in their soul
They only know your name if your pocket's full of gold
I woke up to the realness, saw the faces clear
All copies of the same old, manufactured fear
Don't think I'm stupid, man, my mind is wide awake
The one who sold me once will never get another break

[Turntablism Bridge]
[The main beat continues. A DJ takes over, performing an intricate scratch solo. The scratches cut up vocal samples from earlier in the opera: "Prosperity...!", "The Beast...!", "Kansas Fades...!", "A final, cleansing, solar war...!", ending with a final, sharp scratch on "Lies!"]

[Bridge]
[The Forgotten Man - his flow becomes more intense, more preacher-like]
My voice is screamin': where the real ones at?
In this age of optics, the truth falls flat
I'm fully conscious, my heart is solid stone
These paper friends all left me in the zone
Of abandonment, a cold and lonely space
Now I'm the king of this forgotten place

[Final Chorus]
(The Forgotten Man)
Paper friends, it's all about the cash
Sweet talkin' homies 'til the system crash
Paper friends, no loyalty inside
First sign of trouble, nowhere left to hide
Paper friends, just a stack of lies
I see the truth right through your smiling eyes
First sign of trouble, you pull back and fold
The saddest story ever told

[Outro]
[The Forgotten Man - speaking calmly, almost conversationally, over the fading instrumental loop]
Yo, to my fake friend, listen to this here...
Put your money in your pocket, and let's make it clear...
This paper crew... it's all in the past...
I don't need nothing but my own heart to last...
And my real ones. Peace.
[The sound of the vinyl loop skipping once, then the needle being lifted off the record. Silence.]
[End]

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[Style: 90s Hip-Hop, Old School Rap, Instrumental Loop, Male Vocals] [Intro] [A classic, head-nodding boom-bap drum beat kicks in.] [Verse 1] [The Forgotten Man - vocals are a cool, rhythmic, and narrative rap flow] Thought you were my brother, thought you were my rock The one I'd call to beat the ticking clock But when my walls came down, when I was in the red Where was the backup? Just echoes in my head A smile to my face, but your heart was full of static First sign of a jam, your escape was automatic Yeah, I see you now, running out the door Don't know what you're fighting for anymore [Chorus] (The Forgotten Man) Paper friends, it's all about the cash Sweet talkin' homies 'til the system crash Paper friends, no loyalty inside First sign of trouble, nowhere left to hide Paper friends, just a stack of lies I see the truth right through your smiling eyes First sign of trouble, you pull back and fold The saddest story ever told [Verse 2] (The Forgotten Man) I lived and learned, this world's a masterclass The one who's with you when you're rich ain't built to last People sell you out, no feeling in their soul They only know your name if your pocket's full of gold I woke up to the realness, saw the faces clear All copies of the same old, manufactured fear Don't think I'm stupid, man, my mind is wide awake The one who sold me once will never get another break [Chorus] (The Forgotten Man) Paper friends, it's all about the cash Sweet talkin' homies 'til the system crash Paper friends, no loyalty inside First sign of trouble, nowhere left to hide Paper friends, just a stack of lies I see the truth right through your smiling eyes First sign of trouble, you pull back and fold The saddest story ever told [Turntablism Bridge] [The main beat continues. A DJ takes over, performing an intricate scratch solo. The scratches cut up vocal samples from earlier in the opera: "Prosperity...!", "The Beast...!", "Kansas Fades...!", "A final, cleansing, solar war...!", ending with a final, sharp scratch on "Lies!"] [Bridge] [The Forgotten Man - his flow becomes more intense, more preacher-like] My voice is screamin': where the real ones at? In this age of optics, the truth falls flat I'm fully conscious, my heart is solid stone These paper friends all left me in the zone Of abandonment, a cold and lonely space Now I'm the king of this forgotten place [Final Chorus] (The Forgotten Man) Paper friends, it's all about the cash Sweet talkin' homies 'til the system crash Paper friends, no loyalty inside First sign of trouble, nowhere left to hide Paper friends, just a stack of lies I see the truth right through your smiling eyes First sign of trouble, you pull back and fold The saddest story ever told [Outro] [The Forgotten Man - speaking calmly, almost conversationally, over the fading instrumental loop] Yo, to my fake friend, listen to this here... Put your money in your pocket, and let's make it clear... This paper crew... it's all in the past... I don't need nothing but my own heart to last... And my real ones. Peace. [The sound of the vinyl loop skipping once, then the needle being lifted off the record. Silence.] [End]

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