The Ren Ringtones

Behind the Scenes Now this is the bitch who made straight A's, But never got a look out of the house back in de Dayz And when she was at school she gave people dirty Looks, She always carried books and thought me and my Friends were crooks, You always see the bitch in her classes, She never wore pants she wore a dress and some Glasses, Teachers used to brag, she was the teacher's pet, And the nigguz used to brag how much they wanna get Her wet, Usless to aproach her coz she didn't talk, But you would say "fuck it" when you saw the bitch Walk, Ass hanging out by the pound, And that's the reason why niggaz wanted to get her Panties down, She kept to herself in the hallways, And never looked at niggaz like all day, And when the last bell rung she was gone, So one day I decided to follow the bitch home, Her mother was at work she would'nt get home 'till 6, So it was time for ren to put the bitch in the mix, Cuz back in the school it was every nigguz dream, So now it's time to get a closer look behind the Scene! "All the pimps, the hores, the pulldaggers, the Cocksuckers, Gave 100$ bill just to see" Now I made it to her house but she would'nt let me In yo, So I said fuck it, snuck around to the window, She get into the room and start to undress, Now I'm biting on my lips saying "damn this bitch Is blessed!" The doorbell rung, it was the nextdoor neighbor, And he was asking her, could she do him a favour, She grabbed de nigga's hand and took him in the Room, And layed on the back as he fucked her with a Broom, He said he wanted to go but then she said, She wanted him to eat the pussy so she grabbed his Head, And he started eating it like a thanksgiving dinner, He made the bitch come and then he put his dick up In her, She scratched up his back with her claws, But she was screaming so loud he had to gag her With his draws, And after they finished fucking yo the bitch took a Shower, To wash off the sweat from the last half hour, The bitch put out some bud and then she started to Smoke, Took a swig of Jack Daniels and made a few lines of Coke, The nigga said "shit, gotta go", Bcuz this innocent little girl is a ho! YO BEHIND THE SCENES! "Nobody in . my neighborhood" MiX Now I went back to school the very next day, And I knew that my niggaz won't believe what I had To say, I told them what I saw and nigguz said "yeah right", So I told the mothafuckaz to come over there Tongiht, Now there's 10 real niggaz at her window, Waiting to see a ho like at a matinee show They thought that I was lying cuz we waited 1 hour, And when we started to leave the bitch walked out Da shower, Ass hanging out as she laid on the bed, Her bottomlips was hanging and she started Fingerbanging, Her daddy walked in and started beating her with a Belt, The bitch was so hot she made the leather start to Melt, But she was liking it, Yelling "daddy give it to me harder", Then he took off all his clothes and start fucking His daughter, My niggaz outside did'nt believe what they would See-some, And when her mama got home, they turned into a Threesome, Her mama ate the pussy while her daddy doggystyled It, The family prayed together and they also laid Together, I could'nt take no more cuz I was too much of a man, So I jumped right thru the window with my dick in My hand, The family didn't mind and kept doing what they was Doing, Cuz now it was even it was 2 against 2, And 'bout a couple minutes after I was in, All my niggaz jumped in all 10 yo behind the scenes! "This is a bitch who did the whole crew" "Yes daddy I love you" "She like suckin' on dicks . and lickin' up Nut... and she'll even take a broomstick up the butt!"

Hi there Ren, it's been a little while, did you miss me? You thought you'd buried me, didn't you? Risky 'Cause I always come back, deep down, you know that Deep down, you know I'm always in the periphery Ren, aren't you pleased to see me? It's been weeks since we spoke bro, I know you need me You're the sheep, I'm the shepherd, not your place to lead me Not your place to be biting off the hand that feeds me Hi Ren, I've been taking some time to be distant I've been taking some time to be still I've been taking some time to be by myself Since my therapist told me I'm ill And I've been making some progress lately And I've learnt some new coping skills So I haven't really needed you much, man I think we need to just step back and chill Ren, you sound more insane than I do You think that those doctors are really there to guide you? You've been through this a million times Your civilian mind is so perfect at always being lied to Okay, take another pill boy Drown yourself in the sound of white noise Follow this ten-step program, rejoice All your problems will be gone! Fuckin' dumb boy Nah, mate, this time it's different, man, trust me I feel like things might be falling in place And my music's been kinda doing bits too Like I actually might do something great And when I'm gone, maybe I'll be remembered For doing something special with myself That's why I don't think that we should talk, man 'Cause when you're with me, it never seems to help You think that you can amputate me? I am you, you are me, you are I, I am we We are one, split in two that makes one, so you see You got to kill you if you wanna kill me I'm not left over dinner, I'm not scraps on the side Oh, your music is thriving? Delusional guy Where's your top ten hit? Where's your interview with Oprah? Where are your Grammies, Ren? Nowhere! Yeah but, my music's not commercial like that I never chased numbers, statistics or stats I never write hooks for the radio, they never even play me So why would I concern myself with that? But my music is really connecting And the people who find it, respect it And for me, that's enough 'cause this life's been tough So it gives me a purpose I can rest in Man, you sound so pretentious Ren, your music is so self-centred No one wants to hear another song about How much you hate yourself, trust me You should be so lucky, having me inside you to guide you Remind you to manage expectations Provide you perspective, that thing you neglected, I get it You wanna be a big deal, next Jimi Hendrix? Forget it Man, it's not like that Man it's just like that, I'm inside you, you twat No, it's not man, you're wrong, when I write, I belong Let me break the fourth wall by acknowledging this song Ren sits down, has a stroke of genius He wants to write a song that was not done previous A battle with his subconscious, Eminem did it Played on guitar, Plan B did it Man, you're not original, you criminal, rip-off artist The pinnacle of your success is stealing other people's material Ren, mate, we've heard it all before Uh, "she sells seashells on the sea shore" Fuck you, I don't need you, I don't need to hear this 'Cause I'm fine by myself, I'ma genius And I will be great, and I will make waves And I'll shake up the whole world beneath us That's right, speak your truth, your fuckin' God complex leaks out of you It's refreshing to actually hear you say it instead of downplay it "Ugh, music Is all about the creative process and if people can find Something to relate to within that, then that's just a bonus" Fuck you, I'ma fuckin' kill you, Ren Well fuckin' kill me then, let's fuckin' have you Ren I'm a do it, watch me prove it, who are you to doubt my music? 'Cause I call the shots. I choose if you die Yeah, I call the shots, and so I who choose who survives I'll tie you up in knots when I'll lock you inside News flash I was created at the dawn of creation I am temptation, I am the snake in Eden I am the reason for treason, beheading all Kings I am sin with no rhyme or reason Sun of the morning, Lucifer, antichrist Father of lies, Mestophilies Truth in a blender, deceitful pretender The banished avenger, the righteous surrender When standing in-front of my solar eclipse My name it is stitched to your lips, so, you see I won't bow to the will of a mortal, feeble and normal You wanna kill me? I'm enteral, immortal I live in every decision that catalysed chaos That causes division I live inside death, the beginning of ends I am you, you are me, I am you, Ren Hi Ren, I've been taking some time to be distant I've been taking some time to be still I've been taking some time to be by myself And I've spent half my life ill But just as sure as the tide starts turning Just as sure as the night has dawn Just as sure as rainfall soon runs dry When you stand in an eye of the storm I was made to be tested and twisted I was made to be broken and beat I was made by His hand, it's all part of His plan That I stand on my own two feet And you know me, my will is eternal And you know me, you've met me before Face to with a beast, I will rise from the east And I'll settle on the ocean floor And I go by many names also Some people know me as "hope" Some people know me as the voice that you hear When you loosen the noose on the rope And you know how I know how I know that I'll prosper? 'Cause I stand here beside you today I have stood in the flames that cremated my brain And I didn't once flinch or shake So cower at the man I've become, when I sing from the top of my lungs That I won't retire, I'll stand in your fire, inspire the weak to be strong And when I am gone, I will rise, in the music that I left behind Ferocious persistent, immortal like you, we're a coin with two different sides When I was 17 years old, I shouted out into an empty room Into a blank canvas, that I would defeat the forces of evil And for the next 10 years of my life, I suffered the consequences With autoimmunity, illness, and psychosis As I got older, I realised that there were no real winners And there were no real losers in physiological warfare But there were victims and there were students It wasn't David versus Goliath, it was a pendulum Eternally swayin' from the dark to the light And the more intensely that the light shone, the darker the shadow it cast It was never really a battle for me to win, it was an eternal dance And like a dance, the more rigid I became, the harder it got The more I cursed my clumsy footsteps, the more I struggled So I got older and I learned to relax And I learned to soften and that dance got easier It is this eternal dance that separates human beings From angels, from demons, from gods And I must not forget, we must not forget That we are human beings

(Let the games begin) Änglaglin, era jävla svin Ni flyger bara runt och dricker terpentin Ni må vara explosiva, men vi är exklusiva Fan bättre än er som är efterblivna Sedan tidernas begynnelse har ni varit till besvär Det är tack vare er som vi lever i misär Och se, himlen öppnar sig och alla bara skriker Nej! Nej! Nej! Luckan rapparn här igen För jag är så jävla känd Jag rappar så bra Men kanske inte idag För det är någon annans tur Att få skina nu Så Änglakören you're up Bring it to the top! Ni säger att ni är exklusiva Men ni sitter bara där och dricker folkbira Medan vi sitter i himmelen vid vårt bord Och dricker Jesu blod för vi är så himlans cool Så ni kan lika gärna gå För vi rappar som få Gömma er bakom era bilar Medan vi peppar er med amors pilar Luckan rapparn här igen. För jag är så jävla känd. Jag rappar så bra Men kanske inte idag För det är någon annans tur Att få skina nu. Så Halloweenkören Det är ba' å' kör den! Bra rappat för någon som dricker vin Ni vann just pris för mesigaste stil Och eran fjantiga gloria ja den snor jag Den används för att betala min hora Vafan har ni på er för jävla lakan? Eran sång låter ju som kaffesump smakar Ja dom kommer läsa om oss i historiens böcker För vi sveper in er i Mordors mörker Luckan rapparn här igen För jag är så jävla känd Jag rappar så bra Men kanske inte idag För det är någon annans tur Att få skina nu Så Änglakören time to jam Go out with a bam! Tack för komplimangen satans svin Det är dags att vända era flin Vi bara vinner utan hinder Ni kan inte ens få en tjej på Tinder Och årliga demonen vilken fjant Han skulle inte ens skrämma en gammal tant Och ni får ha det så kul på utedass Medan vi bär blöjor av högsta klass "Asså hallå min farsa är faktiskt gud liksom" "Sitt ner i båten" "Jag ska dra ner gud i avgrunden din sate!" "Å herrejösses vad ful du är. "Årliga demonen, han är inte ens läskig liksom" "Kom med nått nytt" "Vi har tusen dyrkare på ovan jord, satanister heter dem" "Jag lovar att ni inte har så här fina" "Fluffiga vingar som jag liksom" "Jag har vingar av fladdermusstil" Bra rappat alltså hörni Fett bra, men vet ni vad? Jag har ingen aning om vem som vann alltså Vet ni vem som vann? Gå in på 4% Hatts Facebook och rösta, ja! Hör ni den här asså Jag älskar den här sången alltså Vet ni vad alltså? Jag ska vara i LA om två timmar Jag måste dra nu men Bra rappat hörrni vi syns i framtiden

あなたのことを想うたびに 小さな夢がまたキラキラ光り そんな幻想抱いて期待しては うまくいかなくて 落ち込む日々 もう疲れたよ 振り向いて欲しくて背伸びをしてばかりで 私がまるで私じゃないの 何がしたいかもわからないよ ねぇ ねぇ あーあ もうやめなきゃな 君を追いかけてばかりの私 あーあ もう忘れなきゃ あなたの声もその横顔も Goodbye my love Goodbye my love 朝目を覚ましてテレビをつけて 占いを見て ため息をついて おまけに雨が囁く 春の空は なんだか少し気が重たいね もうくたびれたよ 何をしてもいつもあなたのことばかりで 私が私でいられないの そんな姿に笑いが溢れるよ ねぇ あーあ もう終わりにしなきゃ 桜の花びらが風に舞うよ あーあ 涙に溶けてくよ あなたの声も その横顔も あーあ いつかまた会えたら ありのままの私で居れるかな あーあ あなたはそのままで 私の好きなあなたでいてね Goodbye my love Goodbye my love

Oh I, oh I, oh I've Fallen through the cracks of the night sky A light goes out on the other side Suicide, suicide, suicide Oh I, oh I, oh I'm Treading on the tracks in the night-time It never really felt like the right time Suicide, suicide, suicide I'm so fucking lonely beneath this Narcissistic, can't keep a secret Miscount sheep, I can't sleep, a misfit Some say troubled, but some say sadistic Bruises my brother, one time or the other My skin felt counterfeit, silicone, rubber Bruises my sister, skin pop the blister Dig deep, resist the feeling when it hits you Oh I, oh I, oh I've Fallen through the cracks of the night sky A light goes out on the other side Suicide, suicide, suicide Oh I, oh I, oh I'm Treading on the tracks in the night-time It never really felt like the right time Suicide, suicide, suicide (Sick boi, sick boi, bitten by a tick boi) (I feel like it's not me, it's the world that's sick) I'm so fucking washed up and seasick Masochistic kid with a split lip Six feet deep, I can't eat, I'm nervous Won't stay down 'cause my body purges Useless my mother, can't keep in my supper Skin so pale 'cause my cheeks leak colour Truth is my father, you choose your karma Draw for the sword then drive through the armour Oh I, oh I, oh I've Fallen through the cracks of the night sky A light goes out on the other side Suicide, suicide, suicide Oh I, oh I, oh I'm Treading on the tracks in the night-time It never really felt like the right time Suicide, suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide, suicide It's hard to take off from the ground when your wings are cut Your stomach burns when you're drinking from an empty cup You know the entire ocean came from my tear ducts? I see the world through Fibonacci sequences and Double Dutch I guess there's some that's born lucky, there's some that's not I tried to cut away my bitterness - hatchet job I locked my youth inside a trunk inside a pick-up truck Then dumped the whole thing Over that same bridge the night you jumped I think about that sometimes, vividly What it felt like to look down and see tranquility One sudden movement in a world of possibility Only one movement to expose our fragility I fucking miss you and I miss myself I miss thinking that we're indestructible as well I miss chilling by the pier cave and kicking back With Callum, Hugo, Sagar, Justin, Stevie and the fuckin' lads I miss missing that, I numbed myself to close the gap I never even call 'em up, the distance is my plaster cast The truth is that the day you jumped my childhood jumped too But I still can't find the anger, all I find is missing you Man, I miss you With all my rhymes I picture running five minutes quicker, I'm right on time I picture pulling you back over the edge and then we're crying And holding you, my brother and telling you that it's fine That's not the way that it worked 'Cause I was late like a jerk There's not a day where I could find a way to break from the hurt Your body missing so we never got to wave to the hearse I hope you're listening I love you, man, I miss you absurd Fuck

London City, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5 A lady down in Paddington is fighting just to stay alive Rhythmic beeps and blood-stained sheets Our lady weeps, she's tired and frail To set the scene, we must rewind The hands of time for Violet's tale Violet was a silent girl Grew up with violent starts Her mother was a drinker and her father was a bastard Every night he'd tuck her tight, but never left the room I'll spare you of the things he did I'm sure her mother knew Violet was a silent girl She moved out at 16 A semi-detached council flat paid for by a welfare scheme Packing shelves at Tesco's, stacking jars like pickled bricks She met a boy named Stevie, and he was a little prick Violet was a silent girl, and Violet, she fell fast See, Stevie was a wrong 'un, but he sure knew how to charm her Every night he'd tuck her tight, but never left the room History repeats itself, he'd paint her black and blue and ah She never stood a chance The devil comes to dance "Violet, why you always so quiet?" On her bedroom door, and he's irate He's been drinking and smoking, he's up late And he stands by her bedside, she shakes But her eyes stay shut "You fucking slut, I know you're up!" And he pinches her eyelids and folds them up "Violet, why you lying to me, Violet?" She stays silent, things turn violent That's the sound of his fists when they fall like a crashing pilot Hit like hailstones, one to the collarbone, full-force, full-blown Blood splat, bone crack, knick-knack-paddy-whack One to the jaw and a tooth spat detached Fist connects and disconnects the bone A quick deflect to misdirect the blow But nonetheless his punches met her throat Such a mess, he's left her bruised and broke "Violet!? Why you always so quiet, Violet!? Why you such a little liar, Violet? Do you think I wanna do this, Violet?" In character, she stays silent "Well, say something, Violet" Silence "Fucking say something, Violet" Silence "Wait, say something, Violet" Not one word, she stays quiet London City, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5 A lady rushed to Paddington is fighting just to stay alive The doctor in a state of shock, saw something here so very wrong See Violet, she was pregnant Poor Violet, she was nine months gone Turning to the doctor, Violet broke her silence, and she cried "If I'm to die right here tonight, please let my baby stay alive" The doctor soon regained composure, called the surgeon to come in As Violet's world turned to black, the curtains closed The lights went dim in London City, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5 A lady down in Paddington just lost the fight to stay alive A tragedy, or a miracle It happened on these very streets Two twins are lying side by side A girl named Jenny And a boy named Screech

Strange times we're living in World can put fear in ya Hierarchy parties, they make us feel inferior Greed runs through the parliament interior Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men When we're clearly living in dictatorships Nearly blinded by illusions to choose But who's fooling who? A ball chained to your shoes I'm pained, it's a crying shame The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn As the world turns, the whole world burns Money was invented for trade But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves Turns a saint into a sinner, a child into a killer His finger on the trigger of a money game Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain A storm, it comes our way And those who rise through distorted lies Poison in the veins But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame It's easier to blame But point the mirror at ourselves We're all part of this old money game This old money game This old Dear Mr. President, it's evident that everyone's a resident Of fear when they support the ideas that keep us separate When they make us believe that everybody Is coming to terrorise you in the streets They say proudly through gritted teeth "It's my right to hate, that's freedom of speech!" When did freedom become a reason to hate? A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make There's an irony in freedom, because us in the west We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like savages Colonised all of the rest, that's called hypocrisy Preach a certain value that you'd never keep yourselves If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate yourselves in a second Still, you spit your venom, demonising immigrants When really, you're an immigrant 'Cause all of us are immigrants Or descended from immigrants The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on immigrants America was colonised by Britain Britain, it was colonised by Rome Also, colonised by the Saxons They were German, by the way You know how people throw shade upon the Germans 'Cause of history's pain And yet we make the same mistakes all again Demonise a whole people, Jewish or Muslim the same and the same Old situations play on repeat The same old TV shows repeat Yeah, we worship the bleak Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like sheep There's no left, there's no right In the middle we sleep Rain, rain, rain, rain A storm, it comes our way And those who rise through distorted lies Poison in the veins But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame It's easier to blame But point the mirror at ourselves We're all part of this old money game This old money game This old money game

你说你不能离开我 我说我不能离开你 美丽的河水有情意 拴着我它也拴着你 在水上听星儿唱歌 在水上与月儿细语 啊 我们生长在这里 与河水不分离 你说你爱那水荡漾 我说我爱那水涟漪 美丽的河水有情意 拴着我它也拴着你 在水上听星儿唱歌 在水上与月儿细语 啊 我们生长在这里 与河水不分离 你说你爱那水荡漾 我说我爱那水涟漪 美丽的河水有情意 拴着我它也拴着你 美丽的河水有情意 拴着我它也拴着你

Be the last one out to get this dough? No way Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way Hit the streets; then we break the code? No way Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way Be the last one out to get this dough? No way Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way Hit the streets; then we break the code? No way Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish) Hit the house lick, tell me, is you with it, ya bish? (ya bish) Home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive, was persuasive) From 9:00 to 5:00, I know it's vacant, ya bish (ya bish) Dreams of living life like rappers do (bike rappers do, like rappers do) Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (they wasn't cool, they wasn't cool) I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (tell my bros, tell my bros) Then Usher Raymond 'Let it Burn' came on (that 'Burn' came on, that 'Burn' came) Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (ya bish) Parked the car and then we start rhyming, ya bish (ya bish) The only thing we had to free our mind (free our mind, free our mind) Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (see dollar signs, see dollars signs) You looking like an easy come up, ya bish (ya bish) A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (ya bish) And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (we never knew, never knew) Go at a reverend for the revenue It go Halle Berry or Hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade, and that's just how I feel (now, now) A dollar might just fuck your main bitch; that's just how I feel (now) A dollar might say, "fuck them niggas that you came with" That's just how I feel Be the last one out to get this dough? No way Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way Hit the streets; then we break the code? No way Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way Be the last one out to get this dough? No way Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way Hit the streets; then we break the code? No way Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way Imagine Rock up in the projects, where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving My homeboy just domed a niggas; I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustlin' What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government? Gotta provide for my daughter 'n' 'em, get the fuck up out my way, bish Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bish Drop that work up in the bushes; hope them boys don't see my stash If they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking, blood Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs, but it's all good Broken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it is Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Footlocker is In the streets with a heater under my dungarees Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree It go Halle Berry or Hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade, and that's just how I feel

Hi Ren, thank you for coming in today Thanks for seeing me- Looking at your file here It seems there's a very apparent interplay with your emotional state and your physical body Have you ever heard of the trauma response? I don't think so- Basically, our bodies can get stuck in a negative feedback loop Our subconscious can repeat patterns from the past Which can have a pretty drastic effect in our biology Essentially, your mind is making you sick Sick boy, sick boy, bitten by a tick boy Looking for that fix boy, anabolic sterroroids Stem Cell poster boy, pass out, white noisе Quick fix, snake oil, I'm about to break boy Oh, what a shame, hе's in pain, have another go Take another pill, here, take a couple more Let's see how you're doing in another week or so You'll be feeling worse when the side effects will show De-realization, medical patient Losing patience with the process, walking hand in hand with Satan Complications with the medications, inflammation, dehydration Inhalation aggravation, building up a toleration Drown sucker, drown sucker, drown sucker, drown I've been feeling like I'm drowning with my feet upon the ground I've been screaming, I've been shouting, but I never make a sound I've been looking for a way out, but I always seem to drown Is this all making sense, Ren? Uh, yeah, I think so- Good What I propose we do is we try to pinpoint the exact experiences From the past that are keeping you stuck What can you tell me about your childhood? Um, I can't really think- It's okay if nothing comes up right away What I'd like you to do is take some deep breaths with me In, and out In, and out Good, now tell me the first thing that comes to your mind I feel like it's not me, it's the world that's sick We're given everything we need and we commoditize it We consume, we destroy, like we're parasitic Science tells us that it's suicide, and still we commit I'm not sick, we are sick, we are standing on a cliff In the name of progress, we jump off the precipice I'm not sick, I'm the virus, you're the virus, hypocrite How can you sit there with that smile on and tell me that I'm sick? Sick boy, sick boy, looking for a fix boy Push it down in public, quick, pose for the pic, boy Record label meetings that commodify your gift, boy Why you so upset? Don't you wanna be a rich boy? Fuck no, industry is cutthroat I've been doing bits by myself swimming backstroke Walking on a tightrope, rapping with a slit throat The way that we persist is like the ending of a bad joke As the people evolve, we're complacent to assailants, and we do what we're told Counter-intelligence, a sight to behold Rape the Earth of all resources, and we bleed it for gold And we bleed it for wealth, we bleed it for fame But when you bleed it, can you tell me what the fuck will remain? And I'm bleeding myself, I'm bleeding my brain While I'm bleeding, I'm the reason 'cause I'm doing the same

Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy One years old and his first words were, "Mine, mine, gimmie" Two years old he was walking, three years old walking quickly Four years old he was running round the pavements of his city Five years old and his daddy told him, "Listen here, son You gotta learn to be a man; a man he works for what he wants" Six years old and he's reading, writing, top of the bunch And when he's seven, his progression made him student number one Eight years old and he's praised for unusual grades Nine, his parents pay for private school to nurture the flame Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, he ascends and ascends His daddy tells him, "Son, money is the means to all ends" Fourteen, solving complex mathematic equations Fifteen, IQ a hundred and fifty, still elevating Sixteen he develops complex software code That detects weaknesses in cyber security protocols Seventeen and he sells his vision, keeping a share Not yet an adult, but he's practically a millionaire Eighteen and his daddy tells him, "Now you're a man This world don't give a damn about you, so take all that you can" Nineteen he turns a profit, stocks and shares invest in product Twenty double-down deposits, 21 his income rockets 22 he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth If you manipulate the data, then a lie will sell itself 23 a life of luxury, crystal and cocaine 24 he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name 25 and his daddy tells him, "Listen here, son While you're sitting in that palace, that don't mean that you won" 26 a business shift, he switches business to arms 27 dealing nuclear and shells in Iran 28 inside the senate, money bought him a seat 29 a role of council in the president's suite And now he's 30, his daddy says "You're losing the race You're just a servant to the king, not even in second place " 31 a big maneuver for his daddy's approval Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba 32 moving grams, growing kilos to tons 33 filling warehouses with powder and guns 34 turf war with nobody to stop it Blind eye from the po-po inside of his pocket 35 he gets a call, "I'm sorry, son It's your father, had a heart attack; I'm sorry, he's gone" 36 getting pissed off, abusing his product 37 eyes glazed, disposition demonic 38 with a prostitute, a moment of passion Heating up a silver spoon and then chasing the dragon 39 getting reckless and hungry for power Daddy's words still driving him to kill and devour He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed They retaliate and leave him in a hospital ward A bullet buried in his vertebra and one in his leg The doctor sighs and says, "I don't think you'll be walking again" (Fuck) Let me tell you a story about a boy named jimmy He was 40, and he cursed the words: "Mine, mine, give me" 41 he wasn't walking, 42 not walking quickly 43 never running round the pavement of his city 44 inside a palace, with a mountain of gold But those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold Lamborghini for a life, trading money for souls Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need And his example is exaggerated versions of me And it's a version of him And it's a version of she And it's a version you There's no escaping the blame The way we live is parasitic, fuck the money and fame Cut the music This isn't entertainment, this is real life The way we live is lunacy, community it declines We're hyper-polarized, we're always fighting, then we divide Truth is less important than the money that we designed? Money's an invention, politics from our invention They all come from people's ideas, did I mention? Borders an invention, law and order fuel the tension That leads to people killing each other My solution? Is everything is subject to change We could build utopias if individuals were taught to use their brains If we teach kids in schools to always be sheep And put themselves before the herd if there's more money for me Then there's no future I see, where the humans survive We're parasites inside a petri dish with cannibal minds Mold will grow upon a surface, then consumes till it dies And our fate could be the same Without this story to the wise 45 Jimmy comes home out of the rain Soaking wet upon a wheelchair, he's been drinking again He has everything he wants, he has fortune and fame Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate With a 45 caliber aimed at his brain 45 a fitting number 'cause his age is the same Hears the words of his father: "You're such a damn shame" Then he presses on the trigger of a money game

어느새 해가 지는 노을 내 맘은 여린 속도로 어른이 되어 어느새 외로움에 나는 내 자신이 아닌 누군가 되어 있어 날 잃은 맘이 헤매다 슬픔에 잠들었을 때 그때, 그때 이 노래 속에 우리를 찾아 숨을 쉴 수 있는 이유 너야 너야 너야 목이 메어 와도 기쁨은 너라 불행하지 않네 한참 붙잡고 있던 슬픔도 벗어나 보니 얕더라 Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, (oh) Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, (oh) (woah) 미련하게 놓지 못해 현실에 베이고 있던 상처도 놔둬 나는 너로 행복하다 말해준다면 아프지 않을 것 같아 날 잃은 맘이 헤매다 슬픔에 잠들었을 때 그때 oh 그때 이 노래 속에 우리를 찾아 숨을 쉴 수 있는 이유 너야, 너야, 너야 목이 메어 와도 기쁨은 너라 불행하지 않네 한참 붙잡고 있던 슬픔도 벗어나 보니 얕더라 Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh (oh) Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh (oh) (woah) 이 세상에서 나에게는 늘 너로부터 행복이라 불행하지 않다 말해줘 woah 이 세상에서 나에게는 늘 너로부터 행복이라 불행하지 않다 말해줘 woah

Als ik hier binnen met je blijf, gaat het niet lukken Maar jij moet weten lieve schat, ik ren voor ons Ze zegt met jou alleen gezeik, er komt altijd wel wat tussen Soms dan lijk ik koud, maar ik wil samen naar de zon En daar voor altijd samen blijven, niet twijfelen, meisje nee Al die heisa doe eens rustig, je hebt alleen jezelf ermee En daar voor altijd samen blijven, niet twijfelen, meisje nee Al die heisa doe eens rustig, je hebt alleen jezelf ermee Ik zweer het over haar, kan ik honderd pokoes schrijven Ik heb haar net gevraagd, om nog even op te blijven Facetime tot je slaapt, ik ben verder, het is laat Ze wilt alleen maar tijd, ze geeft geen fuck om domme wijven Nee zij weet zij is nummer één, ook al ben ik nu niet daar Ik heb een visie en een plan, ben op de grind sinds vorig jaar We kunnen samen weggaan als ik een beetje heb gespaard Of we blijven hier cruisen op de Maasboulevard Met een hele dure bril op en dat vind je in je haar Ik wil je horen zeggen: 'Kev, je hebt het allemaal voor mekaar' Ik weet deze tijd is hectisch, maar het is het wachten waard Ik moet bewegen en zij zegt niets maar ik zie aan hoe ze staart Dat ze het eigenlijk wel zat is om te slapen in dr eentje En ik zei ik word geboekt, ga je niet horen was op feestjes Je hoeft niet veel te doen schat, alleen in mij geloven Als ik binnen met je blijf, dan gaat die money binnenkomen Als ik hier binnen met je blijf, gaat het niet lukken Maar jij moet weten lieve schat, ik ren voor ons Ze zegt met jou alleen gezeik, er komt altijd wel wat tussen Soms dan lijk ik koud, maar ik wil samen naar de zon En daar voor altijd samen blijven, niet twijfelen, meisje nee Al die heisa doe eens rustig, je hebt alleen jezelf ermee En daar voor altijd samen blijven, niet twijfelen, meisje nee Al die heisa doe eens rustig, je hebt alleen jezelf ermee Praat je zo vertrouwen, ze praat zelf zo verkeerd Ze zegt: 'sorry doe ik raar, dan heb ik je gemist' Volgens mij zie ik de finish, anders rennen we voor niks Beter haal je uit je hoofd dat ik spendde op die chicks Want jij bent het voor mij, maar ik ben nog op de weg We worden miljonairs schat, ik heb het je gezegd Alles volgens planning als je met me overlegd Serieus er zijn geen wijven ik ben studio met Kev Geef honderd procent, ik hoop dat je dat beseft In de bak met Flinke Namen, maar ik ben geen Sef Ik ben fully loaded, deze week als je me treft Beide in die Louis, je zou denken we zijn strap Stap naar voor of achter, waar je wilt want er is plek Bel de psychiater, want ik weet ik maak je gek Misschien zie ik je later, dat ligt denk ik aan m'n stack Dus pak die milkshake banaan als we vliegen langs de mac Als ik hier binnen met je blijf, gaat het niet lukken Maar jij moet weten lieve schat, ik ren voor ons Ze zegt met jou alleen gezeik, er komt altijd wel wat tussen Soms dan lijk ik koud, maar ik wil samen naar de zon En daar voor altijd samen blijven, niet twijfelen, meisje nee Al die heisa doe eens rustig, je hebt alleen jezelf ermee En daar voor altijd samen blijven, niet twijfelen, meisje nee Al die heisa doe eens rustig, je hebt alleen jezelf ermee

1980年九月十四 他從媽媽的肚子跑出來 他應該是帶著害羞的表情來到這世界上 不然現在的他不會這麼悶這麼悶有夠悶有夠超級的悶騷 從小他就住在士林區外雙溪的山腰上 那裡的公車其實不只兩輛好嗎 只是等公車半小時一小時才來一趟 錯過了真的會讓人覺得很慌張 每個朋友都嫌他家太偏僻 第一次去 居然還會感到害怕 喔拜託 別鬧了 環境優美空氣新鮮的好地方 好歹袁惟仁跟他老爸也曾經搬到他家樓下 想一想 不是因為胖哥 他也不會跑來玩音樂做音樂 讓我唱他寫的假Hip-hop 其實他的歌都很芭辣 不信可以上他的部落格去聽他唱一下 (喂喂 TEST TEST 不好意思由於KEY定的太高 我們的副歌部份呢 就請當家花旦 Hebe & Selina幫忙唱一下 來賓請掌聲鼓勵鼓勵) 啦 啦 啦 靠著窗聽袁惟仁彈吉他 他認真創作的哼哼唱唱 愛情傀儡征服和夢醒了 都變成了主打 靠著窗半夜聽著袁惟仁彈吉他 他認真創作的哼哼唱唱 一點一滴築音樂的夢想 就要像他一樣 yeah 今年的他已經26歲 賣過的歌曲其實用兩隻手就數得出來 但是他還是愛創作 愛音樂 愛愛愛 就像對岸很火的那首歌 老鼠愛大米一樣愛 寫歌其實不容易 賣歌又要靠運氣靠關係 難得的好歌 運氣好被公司保留 但保留不一定會用 用又不一定會被打 就算變成主打 版稅可能又會 拖拖拖 但是親愛的朋友 你們千萬不能放棄啊 你看他寫了這麼多 這麼多 說真的 沒有中的歌曲至少一兩百首 成功的背後總是堆積著高高的寂寞 你看我們SHE 努力 學習寫歌多久 如今才能聽到我們的創作 音樂這條路 很辛苦 很寂寞 但是想一想 其實我們不貧窮 啦啦啦 啦啦啦啦 啦啦啦 啦啦啦 啦 啦 啦 靠著窗聽袁惟仁彈吉他 他認真創作的哼哼唱唱 愛情傀儡征服和夢醒了 都變成了主打 靠著窗半夜聽著袁惟仁彈吉他 他認真創作的哼哼唱唱 一點一滴築音樂的夢想 就要像他一樣 啦啦啦啦啦啦啦 今年的他已經26歲 賣過的歌曲其實用兩隻手就數得出來 但是他還是愛創作 愛音樂 愛愛愛 就像對岸很火的那首歌 老鼠愛大米一樣愛 寫歌其實不容易 賣歌又要靠運氣靠關係 難得的好歌 運氣好被公司保留 但保留不一定會用 用又不一定會被打 就算變成主打 版稅可能又會 拖拖拖 啦 啦 啦 靠著窗聽袁惟仁彈吉他 他認真創作的哼哼唱唱 愛情傀儡征服和夢醒了 都變成了主打 靠著窗半夜聽著袁惟仁彈吉他 他認真創作的哼哼唱唱 一點一滴築音樂的夢想 就要像他一樣 啦啦啦啦啦啦 但是親愛的朋友 你們千萬不能放棄啊 你看他寫了這麼多 這麼多 說真的 沒有中的歌曲至少一兩百首 成功的背後總是堆積著高高的寂寞 你看我們SHE 努力 學習寫歌多久 如今才能聽到我們的創作 音樂這條路 很辛苦 很寂寞 但是想一想 其實我們不貧窮