From Iso-Elation, released December 15, 2021 Available direct from HRS: https://hrsunderground.bandcamp/album/iso-elation and on other Streaming Services: https://hyperfollow.com/hiddenroad/iso-elation or search artist "HiddenRoad"
Hardcore Hip-Hop / Rap over dope beats that go BANG.
Hardcore Hip-Hop / Rap over dope beats that go BANG.
For years, HiddenRoad & M-Acculate scoured the underground to assemble TONS of gritty albums and songs featuring themselves and other like minded rappers and producers from around the world. Culminating with the 2022 release of Hidden Underground 4, one story has officially come to its end; and yet, a new book begins..
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Story behind the song
Preparing for 2022 by carving this last drop in the ethos for 2021; HiddenRoad is artifact; Hidden is the past... HiddenRoad is the future. Where do we find elation, if not in isolation? Perseverance has never been stronger..
Written & Performed by HiddenRoad
Produced by Jazz Williams
Mixed & Mastered by Matrix Audio
HRSUnderground, LLC 2021
https://www.HRSUnderground.com
Lyrics
Nobody fuckin' with me, yall products of the envy
Enemies living within me, plenty villains in assembly
Eventually fills the empty cosmos with energy
Gods groan when nobody loves home, progeny fails
Broken, no sails, stone circles, no rails
Steep stairs, it's a long way up, don't fail
Speak braille for the blind, seek thought on the trail
Find me wandering my way to the top, pop out the shell
Nobody understands, don't nobody know the dance
Stuck inside, just me and my mind
See me coming, run, hide, 'cause nobody stand a chance
Verse 2
I see you up front while I'm creeping through the background
Fight my way out of this mob, I lay the smack down
Serious since 05, never be the class clown
Situation sad, even the dog want to rap now
Frauds pushing wack sounds, hos pullin' dicks
Immaturity is rampant, I'm too grown for this shit
Unknown than a bitch, nobody in the mist
Nobody even close, not a ghost in my midst
Solo how it started, so low how it ends
Looking back it's hard to imagine those bozos as my friends
Focal point of the journey, no matter how hopeless it gets
Better to die fighting to be better than just to live
A veteran of the skids, best believe I been through it
It's better to let 'em live, we were just kids stupid
Reckless, running for the thrill alone, truant
Breakfast of champions, cooked to a crisp and ruined
