Majority of our most impactful idols are immortalized through marble and stone. This is our destiny. There lies the inevitable after our job as innovators is done...
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lyrics
(Bridge / Intro):
I'm the Magic #1. I must be T-MAC.
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed.
Goin' O.D.
Goin' O.D.
(Verse 1):
I can't be humble 'cause I earned this.
Learning to survive inside the jungle's got me earnest
that not many people equal what I'm worth.
If I die before my next birthday, ha: that 27 Club
would then be perfect, but bigger fish to fry await me.
I get sick and tired of waiting, but I'm living anyway.
I'll be a sight to see they'll try to recreate
like when they make you sit inside a seat for paintings.
Pages from magazines bolted on the wall,
to portraits in some rich designer's place,
'til I hit a higher space, and my sculpture's in the water.
The Modern Christ of the Abyss
with neon-lights that beam against it.
Upside-Down Black Cross in the marble.
I can be offensive, but oh well.
The legacy must be in stone.
I won't be satisfied until I'm deified as the people chose.
(Pre-Chorus):
Donatello, Michelangelo, Pablo Picasso...
That's a declaration, not a joke.
My cave has no shadow of a doubt
being held by this man like Plato's.
Leave me alone when I say so.
(Chorus 1):
I'm carving away because Art is a process.
I feel I'm almost, but not yet done at all.
(Hook):
I'm the Magic #1. I must be T-MAC.
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed.
Goin' O.D. "Take a chill-pill and relax."
If I go overboard, we all sink.
I'm goin' O.D. (x2)
(Chorus 2):
I'm carving away because Art is a process.
I feel I'm almost, but not yet done at all.
I'm sculpting away to unveil my truest face.
My body is cosmic. I'm made of fire.
(Sadistik):
I’m made of fire, skin like a razor wire
Same attire everyday, stay in tired everyday
If sin is just a state of mind I use it to my benefit
Center of a vacant life they grew up in a television
Still I shine like light-house
I blind from my mouth
It binds to quiet down
Fault lines so seismic
A mind that mines doubt
They die when I prowl
Take flight and find out
Put pen to paper for the pent up anchors
Rising like its Kenneth anger
finding my own bed to lay in
Metal fingers prying on my mental state
Inside is only ventilators
Eminence is all I ever emanate, okay
If they lead astray, they get lead & strays
I can press the weight, I’ve been set aflame inside torrential rains
A brain that I ingest like Kuru, unimpressed if you do it
With pins inside my chest from voodoo, left beneath a blue moon
I’ll be fine
(Verse 3):
I fight for individuality.
Was quite a cynic 'til that flashing beam.
Dismissed the might within, but magically
found that I could mold just like some gold that's under massive heat.
I'm way too clean and turned straight into that new being,
who didn't wash away sins. Imperfection's a fashion-piece.
My necklace is black rubies. I resemble a mannequin
with the anarchist symbol stretching from hat to feet.
That's a sculpture of our culture.
I'M the Sculpture of our culture.
Rebellion's romantic. Buy me a tech and a hatchet.
I'll be impressed and ecstatic. You go get dressed and we're dashin'...
Kiss your neck and your back, and rub my razor on your skin;
lick the blood. Plenty thugs feel shame, but I'm a Lord full of Passion.
Let's take over the globe,
rearrange all the old and control that they hold.
We are freaks and they can't toe-to-toe with us, though.
I have broken my pose.
The real me's something very low in temp; icy, cold, and I'm froze.
Analogous to props in windows for some clothes.
Everything is skin-tight.
Historic, meaningless idols are always in sight.
I remain standing still and observe.
It introduces chills to my nerves.
I'm a fly on the wall. What they spill is absurd.
I'm highly and appalled, and don't feel what I've heard.
Legends are invisible Outcasts.
In 3000 years, every "myth" will be found "fact".
(Hook):
I'm the Magic #1. I must be T-MAC.
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed.
Goin' O.D. "Take a chill-pill and relax."
If I go overboard, we all sink.
I'm goin' O.D. (x2)
(Pre-Chorus 2 / Outro):
Donatello, Michelangelo, Pablo Picasso...
That's a declaration, not a joke.
My cave has no shadow of a doubt.
No shadow of a doubt.
No shadow of a doubt.
credits
from BUTTERFLY STITCHES • 蝶 ステッチ,
track released October 31, 2020
Produced, Written, and Engineered by Notebook. Shout-out to Sadistik for his verse as well! Artwork by: Danny Void (www.dannyvoid.com)
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