As I'm travellin through Aether
Either the past or the future
Blast bullets through ya medulla
Brotha its foolish like if
Medusa was Cupid
Two ways to be like a rock
But I'm a star
So tell me son how could I not
Shine bright, eyes tight
Because my family's from Nam
Droppin napalm bombs
Saigon to Taiwan
I'm a psycho killa
Somethin you'd see in a thrilla
Watch ya head get chopped
Slice and dice in Manilla
Oni only spit naturally
A passive batch are you actually
Flowin facts or just simply
Takin the piss off a balcony
See I've had with you lames
Imma caption it properly
"Fake MCs, found dead
Many casualties"
With ya face on a tee
How could you ever come after me
Aftermath nuclear blast
Try an autopsy, see
The definition of the illest
You could spend ya whole life
Lookin
So good luck at the finish
So behind from the finish line
Me and mine pressin rewind
Cuz it looks we be lappin ya asses
Cappin, blastin, Tap ya casket
Die the fastest, snatch and grab
The crown then I match it
Master mind the plan
Monetize the gram
Money in my hand
Money for the fam
Fillin up the stands
Never need a label just to show what I got
Cuz I'm comin in hot like Amun the Sun god
Hotter than the core of the earth
Smoother than a stone on the surf
My time on this planet from birth
Just another everyday anomaly
Play it like Monopoly, stackin the wealth
We move in stealth through trees I felt
The glean of hell, a fiendish spell was casted on me
But through the weeds I master keys
And track the Gs just to find that I had it on me
Bastard it seems but figures were plenty for me
After all the pain that I had to perceive
Plain as day the risk of rain just aint enough to dissuade my passions away
So you can take your gucci slacks,
Louie bags, fold em up
Take it back, put it on a silly track
That's just another instance of pride
So wrath from Jack could feel like a head chop and divide
Mathematics is just how ad libs and track lists add up to being a classic
And that's what you don't understand
My rhyme styles shake the game and expand like a landmine
Man I'm tired of all the god damn lies
I could see the truth through ya foney disguise
Cuz its all just another front for the glory
For the fame, for the bitches, for the money, for the story
For the chain that you wear that you think is mandatory
The same as the preacher callin out to the lordie
But he knows in his heart that he's in it takin tithe from the box counting twenties
Stackin paper soundin corny
I do it for the love
Of beats, of the rhymes, of the times
I was lost thought of leaving it behind
But I knew better
I grew better, I used chedda
Red Meta show me light keep me tethered
As I'm travellin through aether
I could just cast to your speakers
Listen to my words son take em believe it
I'm cursed to this earth to work from death to birth my hands they hurt from dust and dirt my skin bleeding
So this is like a letter to my self in 10 years
Hope you did it right cuz you take it from here
Keep the rhythm going, keep the beats flowing
Cuz you just a couple steps from knowing just how it feels
The Unfortunate Son - Risk of Rain Lyrics
The Unfortunate Son - Risk of Rain Lyrics
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English
As I'm travellin through Aether
Either the past or the future
Blast bullets through ya medulla
Brotha its foolish like if
Medusa was Cupid
Two ways to be like a rock
But I'm a star
So tell me son how could I not
Shine bright, eyes tight
Because my family's from Nam
Droppin napalm bombs
Saigon to Taiwan
I'm a psycho killa
Somethin you'd see in a thrilla
Watch ya head get chopped
Slice and dice in Manilla
Oni only spit naturally
A passive batch are you actually
Flowin facts or just simply
Takin the piss off a balcony
See I've had with you lames
Imma caption it properly
"Fake MCs, found dead
Many casualties"
With ya face on a tee
How could you ever come after me
Aftermath nuclear blast
Try an autopsy, see
The definition of the illest
You could spend ya whole life
Lookin
So good luck at the finish
So behind from the finish line
Me and mine pressin rewind
Cuz it looks we be lappin ya asses
Cappin, blastin, Tap ya casket
Die the fastest, snatch and grab
The crown then I match it
Master mind the plan
Monetize the gram
Money in my hand
Money for the fam
Fillin up the stands
Never need a label just to show what I got
Cuz I'm comin in hot like Amun the Sun god
Hotter than the core of the earth
Smoother than a stone on the surf
My time on this planet from birth
Just another everyday anomaly
Play it like Monopoly, stackin the wealth
We move in stealth through trees I felt
The glean of hell, a fiendish spell was casted on me
But through the weeds I master keys
And track the Gs just to find that I had it on me
Bastard it seems but figures were plenty for me
After all the pain that I had to perceive
Plain as day the risk of rain just aint enough to dissuade my passions away
So you can take your gucci slacks,
Louie bags, fold em up
Take it back, put it on a silly track
That's just another instance of pride
So wrath from Jack could feel like a head chop and divide
Mathematics is just how ad libs and track lists add up to being a classic
And that's what you don't understand
My rhyme styles shake the game and expand like a landmine
Man I'm tired of all the god damn lies
I could see the truth through ya foney disguise
Cuz its all just another front for the glory
For the fame, for the bitches, for the money, for the story
For the chain that you wear that you think is mandatory
The same as the preacher callin out to the lordie
But he knows in his heart that he's in it takin tithe from the box counting twenties
Stackin paper soundin corny
I do it for the love
Of beats, of the rhymes, of the times
I was lost thought of leaving it behind
But I knew better
I grew better, I used chedda
Red Meta show me light keep me tethered
As I'm travellin through aether
I could just cast to your speakers
Listen to my words son take em believe it
I'm cursed to this earth to work from death to birth my hands they hurt from dust and dirt my skin bleeding
So this is like a letter to my self in 10 years
Hope you did it right cuz you take it from here
Keep the rhythm going, keep the beats flowing
Cuz you just a couple steps from knowing just how it feels
Either the past or the future
Blast bullets through ya medulla
Brotha its foolish like if
Medusa was Cupid
Two ways to be like a rock
But I'm a star
So tell me son how could I not
Shine bright, eyes tight
Because my family's from Nam
Droppin napalm bombs
Saigon to Taiwan
I'm a psycho killa
Somethin you'd see in a thrilla
Watch ya head get chopped
Slice and dice in Manilla
Oni only spit naturally
A passive batch are you actually
Flowin facts or just simply
Takin the piss off a balcony
See I've had with you lames
Imma caption it properly
"Fake MCs, found dead
Many casualties"
With ya face on a tee
How could you ever come after me
Aftermath nuclear blast
Try an autopsy, see
The definition of the illest
You could spend ya whole life
Lookin
So good luck at the finish
So behind from the finish line
Me and mine pressin rewind
Cuz it looks we be lappin ya asses
Cappin, blastin, Tap ya casket
Die the fastest, snatch and grab
The crown then I match it
Master mind the plan
Monetize the gram
Money in my hand
Money for the fam
Fillin up the stands
Never need a label just to show what I got
Cuz I'm comin in hot like Amun the Sun god
Hotter than the core of the earth
Smoother than a stone on the surf
My time on this planet from birth
Just another everyday anomaly
Play it like Monopoly, stackin the wealth
We move in stealth through trees I felt
The glean of hell, a fiendish spell was casted on me
But through the weeds I master keys
And track the Gs just to find that I had it on me
Bastard it seems but figures were plenty for me
After all the pain that I had to perceive
Plain as day the risk of rain just aint enough to dissuade my passions away
So you can take your gucci slacks,
Louie bags, fold em up
Take it back, put it on a silly track
That's just another instance of pride
So wrath from Jack could feel like a head chop and divide
Mathematics is just how ad libs and track lists add up to being a classic
And that's what you don't understand
My rhyme styles shake the game and expand like a landmine
Man I'm tired of all the god damn lies
I could see the truth through ya foney disguise
Cuz its all just another front for the glory
For the fame, for the bitches, for the money, for the story
For the chain that you wear that you think is mandatory
The same as the preacher callin out to the lordie
But he knows in his heart that he's in it takin tithe from the box counting twenties
Stackin paper soundin corny
I do it for the love
Of beats, of the rhymes, of the times
I was lost thought of leaving it behind
But I knew better
I grew better, I used chedda
Red Meta show me light keep me tethered
As I'm travellin through aether
I could just cast to your speakers
Listen to my words son take em believe it
I'm cursed to this earth to work from death to birth my hands they hurt from dust and dirt my skin bleeding
So this is like a letter to my self in 10 years
Hope you did it right cuz you take it from here
Keep the rhythm going, keep the beats flowing
Cuz you just a couple steps from knowing just how it feels
Writer: Samurai Jack
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid