Gangster Performance

  


Artist: ede (prodby Zosevv)

Lyrics

[INTRO]
I'm the OG yeah,
Better than the GOAT, better than the trophy
Too Gold, man you cannot hold
Oh slow, made you grope
Never gettin' old
Daddy couldn't kill me, I was two years old

This is what it sounds like when I'm not prepared for anything
(Life's a rhythm)

[HOOK]
Craft, perform, lies, rip off
(It's in the rhythm,
It's in the rhythm,
It's in the rhythm 
God, it's in the rhythm)

Craft, perform, lies, rip off
(It's in the rhythm,
It's in the rhythm,
It's in the rhythm 
It's in the rhythm)

[VERSE]
I'm the contortionist, hair like Versace
Sharpest Impulses, mind of an assassin
What act you want next? I play that with passion
Onua enna ase, my regular tasking
Gotta break role growing up as a man
In our society, always in action
Heaven gon' help those who themselves 
Performing like gangs and hoping they like me
I'm hoping they want me

[HOOK]
(It's in the rhythm,
It's in the rhythm,
It's in the rhythm 
It's in the rhythm)

[VERSE]
In the middle of chaos, I carve a brand with my bones
Mind's been terrible, but I laugh it though
Pull it together, I raise a man made of stone 
Archimedes principles, on the rhythm it'll float
Part of me wants to, impress with these flow
My home country never vibes this soul
The stats reflecting my lines gonna blow
While others rejecting my fucking raps really cold

[HOOK]

(Gun shot)

(Beat Switch)
Heart beating with glitch sounds

[VERSE]
My God, the bloody shift! (it's a shift)
Outta touch with reality, dissociation in the glitch 
Lights are turning red, fingers pointin' at me
Some police arrest for non compliance kinda shift 
Goddamm, goddamm, goddam
Mum, dad, even the government on this shift
Look, the Jumbotron reads "Till you Die, motherfucker"
Two times, nightmares with physical bleed
From FOMO, Made them people turn into foes to me
Memory quirks hijack, Away my speech
Inside out, subconsciously I'm screaming for help (please!)

At least I'm in the backrooms alive, the Boogeyman with a sack
With Vecna's Dermogorgons speeding, black phone at the back
They make the monsters, audience wanting more than the rap
I'm my biggest critic, yet It takes one voice, 
To shoot the starting pistol, that turns into missiles 
I get ashamed, fold away, wipe my bloody nose
I learn to adapt, negative feedback building character

(Would you look at that! Somebody added Pennywise)

I'm stuck in a loop
(That is the protocol,
That is the protocol,
Fuck it the protocol)

Know that I'm agitated, aggravated pain
Advocate, ran away, it's premeditated 
The removal from yall, It's more than self-hatred
Medicate, with the shame

Alpha Beta, I Label em, 40 daily but save 'em 
Before the meeting, rendezvous be at the stadium, 
Arcade or the Taliban at gun point 
Always do best to love 'em, 24 hour/7
Anything triggers, just hatred, and hatred, and hatred, and hatred

(Coughs...)

I didn't sign up for this shit

[OUTRO]
Feels like I can use an ounce of fuel, hope
I can use and ounce of fuel, hoh

About
Great, you're now in his head! This song starts with a maladaptive daydream that comes from the eighty thousand pests. The second part of the song after the gunshot are the physical effects that these daydreams and nightmares tend to have on him. 

He's introduced on stage to perform and song which he does beautifully. The crowd loves it. Until...
He gets shot in the head by a fan who doesn't like the show. 

The fan's message keeps playing in his head whiles he's under immense stress (could literally hear his heartbeat). He talks about a negative feedback loop system the eighty thousand pests built for him which creates nightmares from bad comments or criticism. Twice, he woke up from these nightmares with actual nosebleeds. 

In this instance, he wakes up from the daydream hopeless and tensed that this loop may never end...





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