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Yet another Alex Nouhan beat that he gave me, this was one of the few that I sent back to him and he liked enough to do some production on it. He put an effect on my voice.
I think conceptually, this is one of my more interesting raps. It doesn't mention my genitals at all! It's about someone trapped on a mountain who finds an empty diary and begins writing about how they're trapped on a mountain but what they write in the diary becomes reality so they're perpetually stuck on the mountain because that's all they ever write about. I used to be pretty clever.
lyrics
Way up on top of a mountain, I got a home
Just me in a cave sittin' with a candle alone
Pontificatin', waitin', I hear the wind as it moans
He's the only friend I have but he gets mad and it blows
I don't remember the last time that I had a memory and it gets to me
That's why I've been keeping a diary
I thought I was being bright but the words that I write
Somehow kept disappearing overnight, alright
So I'm like, "that's weird"
Still I was bored so still I wrote about how much that it snowed
Because it's all that I know
The last thing that I remember is the nightmare before
Where I wake up and start again just starin' into the cold
Cold, cold, null, void, old
Soul pulled out and sold
Ready or not, the plot thickens
There is more than a feeling that I gotta stop eatin' drippins fallin' off of the ceiling
Although it's appealing
I have to find some order and meaning
To get myself off of this mountain before I die here
I'm freezing
Believin' I'm seeing demons
I hear 'em scremin'
Tellin' me their gonna slip inside my ears when I'm sleepin' and get to eatin'
And so it goes, got icicles in my nose
Toes froze, woes growin' and growin' and I'm a host
I beat my fists bloody punchin' into the posts
As I laugh, it ain't funny
Now I'm yellin' at ghosts
Now I'm mad at them
Because they won't stop chittering, chattering, it's maddening
I still don't want to believe this is happening
But actually, I don't have a say in the matter
So I go back to the diary and keep writing the letters
Hopin' it'll get better
Little do I know, I'm the cause
My joints become stiff
My knuckles covered in frost
My breath, beyond visible, seepin' out of my jaws
My death, progressed: critical
In a blizzard of awes
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