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Hollywood Autopsy

Franklin Kivara
Early 2000s gritty midwest hip-hop, dark boom-bap production, relentless mid-tempo groove around 92 BPM, heavy analog saturation, vintage MPC drum programming, deep acoustic kick drum, cracking heavy snare drum, syncopated vinyl hi-hats, menacing minor-key piano loop, eerie staccato string stabs, distorted analog sub-bass frequencies, sparse rhythmic pocket designed for lyrical density, high-dynamic digital recording mixed through vintage SSL consoles, magnetic tape saturation, dual male vocalists, cipher battle rap format, intense vocal contrast, Male MC1 features a deep commanding aggressive voice with deliberate stutter syncopation, Male MC2 features a high-register nasal bouncy voice with rapid-fire comedic delivery, raw upfront lead vocals, ultra-dry vocal chain, subtle slapback delay, tight VCA bus compression, combative battle rap energy, theatrical back-and-forth dynamic, cinematic street mood, dark tension, chaotic energy
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[Intro] [heavy kick drum, layered snare, record scratch] Yeah Uh-huh Uh-huh Look [Verse 1] I-I-I dissect these industry plants like a botanist You pop stars are bottomless, hollow as a metropolis P-p-p-pushing propaganda, your cameras are on a swivel Your favorite rapper’s a vegetable, his catalog is just drivel I'm stomping on Hollywood Boulevard with steel-toe boots Ripping up the roots of these PR-manufactured suits Y'all bow to Elon and worship at the altar of Rogan While the culture is broken, I'm swinging bats like I'm Negan C-c-cancel me, banish me, shadow-ban the anatomy I'm slicing through the hypocrisy, slaughtering the Academy You Oscar-baiting, fake-smiling, Botox-injected whores Selling out your morals for a spot on the Billboard scores They manufacturing outrage to keep you glued to the screen I-I-I'm the glitch in the matrix, the ghost inside the machine Step aside, let the true heavy artillery spit— [Verse 2] Oh, my turn! Watch me burn down the whole Mickey Mouse Clubhouse! Sneaking in the Kardashians' vents like a blood-sucking bug-mouse I'm unhinged, binge-drinking bleach out a chalice Ripping the silicone out of these influencers in Dallas! You want shock value? I'll stream on Twitch with a chainsaw And amputate Logan Paul's ego raw with the same claw I'm so sick of these TikTokers doing dances for views I'll hijack the evening news and start a public abuse! Look at these YouTubers crying with no tears in their eyes Strumming a ukulele to distract from the lies! "I'm so sorry guys!"—Shut the fuck up, you a predator! I'm throwing Jimmy Fallon down a flight of stairs to the editor! I'm the real menace, I'll spit on your Hollywood star Crashing a stolen Tesla into an executive's car! (He-he!) [Chorus] What you know about the weight that I carry on a daily basis Every line's a different sentence, different face, different cases I've been writing out my demons 'til the pen's gone numb While they copying the style, I'm just sharpening the claws [Verse 3] Listen to you, panting like a dog off the leash You sound like the exact same freaks that we came to impeach I-I-I don't need the gimmicks, the shock-value theatrics I'm breaking the mathematics, flipping the demographics You worried 'bout a YouTuber playing a ukulele? I'm watching the government peddle their propaganda daily F-f-fuck a reality show, fuck a viral sensation I'm aiming at the executives running the operation You're playing in the sandbox, I'm burning the whole beach P-p-putting these parasitic pedophiles out of reach They sanitize the radio, feed you the medication While I deliver the terminal diagnosis to the nation I-I-I'm the surgeon with the scalpel, you're the court jester We came to drain the wound, so let the infection fester S-s-step back from the mic before you hyperventilate Let the true architect show you how to assassinate. [Verse 4] Oh, excuse me, Mr. Morpheus, Lord of the Underground! I'm just a court jester spreading the circus around! But I'll gladly bite the jugular of every single anchor Bleed Anderson Cooper and rob a celebrity banker! I'm hijacking Spotify, poisoning the algorithms Locking up the A&Rs and drowning them in the rhythm So take your little scalpel, I'm bringing the guillotine! Slicing the silver screen till the Hollywood sign is clean! T-t-that's more like it. Now channel the aggression. We're holding the entire entertainment industry in session. They spoon-feed you the poison, package it as a cure W-w-weaponize the culture and monetize the obscure. So let the tape saturate, let the sub-bass rattle This ain't a fucking podcast, this is a fucking battle. The SSL is clipping, the matrix is finally broke And every idol you worship is going up in the smoke. [Chorus] What you know about the weight that I carry on a daily basis Every line's a different sentence, different face, different cases I've been writing out my demons 'til the pen's gone numb While they copying the style, I'm just sharpening the claws [Outro: Both MCs (Overlapping)] [Mic drop sound effect] Hello? Is this thing on? [Record scratch] Fuck You!... [Track Ends abruptly]