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About Face (TV Track)
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Instrumental for B.I. 12" track, "About Face", with intro/outro/chorus scratches.
bi legion of heroes dj st
Straight up hip-hop production, funny stuff
The Cybertron Sound. Just what is that, one may ask? Ask the one who coined the term, and he'll tell you, it's a state of mind, a time and place that can't be recreated, a time to which people wish they could relive. When you hear it, you just know you're back in those times. The collection of tracks you'll find here are bits and pieces of the The Cybertron Sound's greatest fan's take on the original creations, for personal projects. Just who is the man? No one knows; he goes by a ton of aliases. For the sake of simplicity, just call him Dr. Claw. Hardly anyone knows where he's really from, however it's safe to say he's a "Cybertron" native. Whatever the case, he's a man who seems to have a whole lot of time on his hands, enough to bring The Cybertron Sound to your home.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #1,339
Peak in subgenre #740
Author
B. Ichimonji, S. Hiryu
Rights
The Doc
Uploaded
November 20, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
This is the final installment of the "Rap & Wrestling" series, and follows pretty much the same formula as "Heel Turn". Beat completed in 2002.
Lyrics
In a short life experience I've seen more defeat than victory and yet I still survive without a need for retreat Whether the people support me, or feed me their heat I'm gonna fight off all the people who lead the elite Underground underachiever, content to be number seventy-seven on the surface/Number one in hell, the most hated in heaven I've always been on my own side regardless Whether acting in retalation or bein' the one who started it I challenge you, because you need to be challenged Sit on your high horse, leavin' those below unbalanced I'm talkin' about the people that say I'm a bad example I don't need any of you to tell me I'm an asshole A bastard, whatever, people thanks for the compliments Where there's a percieved injustice I'm set on stoppin' it A reputation properly maintained daily Is all I need to defend against those tryin' to break me Chorus (Strider's Scratch): "I'm supposed to grant your every single little wish?" "EH EH!!" "I'm supposed to let you people feed off me?" "EH EH!!" "What?" "When have you ever heard me say yeah, I'd love to be a hero, I wanna be a hero. When have you heard me say that?" "Accept your apology? EH EH!!" I still get the same asinine reactions From people forever askin' me to rationalize my actions/Listen If I'm your hero, why do you even need to question what I do/If I'm not, then get off my back and stop pesterin' Stop pressurin' me, stop tryin' to hold me down You don't own me, so don't scold me, stop messin' around Some of you owe me respect, and yet I'm still denied There's only a certain amount of time you can continue with the lies Got some schemers, some snakes stealin' my face, my whole image They don't get it, even though I'm susceptible To mistakes, there are some I simply don't make Nearly impeccable, a hater though I don't promote hate Lone wolf, call me the single lion, hardly made the grade Eff the Cristal, I drink Pocari Sweat and Hater-ade While still raising the middle finger in defiance With little reliance on others bein' in my alliance Chorus (Strider's Scratch) Me as a misogynist or androgynous is preposterous, not true Male or female, if you got beef, I'll tell you FAKKYUU!! One side, I'll always have my problems with chicks As long as they keep on wishin' that I'll fall for their tricks The other side, I still got beef with pretty boy crackheads The ones lookin' like a girl, dressed in all these wack threads Wanna be pop stars, with dyed hair, mascara and lipstick Or is that lipgloss? Ridiculous limp-wristed misfits If you can manage, get it straight, I am, if you're not Quit tryin' to convert me, you know that ain't somethin' taught Iron kettles test your mettle and get a bolo thrown In your direction for even attemptin' though I'm not a homophobe, I don't play/Defy my stated will and test me It'll be fated-ill in reverse, eff with me and get sedated By the lion's touch/Pimps, players, fairies, and lyin' sluts Below you is the gate straight to hell, so dive in -- WHAT?! Chorus (Strider's Scratch)
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