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The lyrics paint a vivid, almost hallucinatory picture of a specific time and place, steeped in a gritty, rebellious atmosphere. The opening lines immediately establish a sense of detachment and self-awareness, questioning the importance of the narrator's own words. This is followed by a barrage of specific, sensory details from '97: working off a pager, smoking blunts, and the presence of a MAC-11, all set against a backdrop of "Mossimo bags and party favors." The imagery of a "cactus with sunglasses on the antenna" adds a surreal, almost defiant touch to the otherwise grounded, albeit illicit, scene, suggesting a unique, solitary journey. The core tension seems to lie in the narrator's struggle with authenticity and connection amidst a chaotic existence. There's a clear dichotomy between the desire to "talk about myself" and the simultaneous "hate to talk / To someone of a lesser status, who don't understand the madness." This suggests a profound isolation, a feeling of being misunderstood or superior to those who don't grasp the "pressure patterns" of their life. The repeated phrase "it stops" in the chorus, linked to a progression of store names, hints at a cyclical, perhaps futile, journey or a point of finality that is never truly reached, reinforcing the sense of being stuck. One of the most striking craft elements is the juxtaposition of raw, street-level imagery with abstract, almost spiritual pronouncements. The narrator declares, "I got mental illness, so a nine to five is not an option," grounding their unconventional path in a stark reality. Yet, this is immediately followed by an exhortation to "open your mind, and open it wide, and go deep inside / And let your spirit be the guide / To a spiral dragging dreaming sequence." This creates a fascinating contrast between the tangible struggles and the aspirational, almost transcendent, desire for self-discovery, even if that discovery leads to "destruction and disorder." The effectiveness of these lyrics stems from their unflinching portrayal of a complex internal state through sharp, often contradictory, imagery. The narrator’s self-proclaimed "vivid vision / Of destruction and disorder" coupled with the profound, almost nihilistic introspection in the outro – seeing "absolutely nothing" within – creates a powerful, albeit unsettling, portrait. The lyrics don't offer easy answers but instead immerse the listener in a raw, unfiltered experience of alienation, mental struggle, and a desperate search for meaning in a world perceived as lacking authenticity.

drew the architect & Rozz Dyliams - Rap

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[Intro] So what am I saying? I don't really know, because it's not important [Verse: Rozz Dyliams] It was '97, I was working off the pager We were smoking blunts, listening to Skunk Anansie With the MAC-11 and all the accessories out on the kitchen table Mossimo bags and party favors Hunter green Grand Prix, '93 A cactus with sunglasses on the antenna The only one who accompany me Back and forth, state to state, releasing the energy rap From a mobile trap, with Ohio plates Had to pay the cost, and suffer pain and loss All my protectors and collectors look like Rayna Foss All over they faces, then I'm skating off I love to talk about myself, I just hate to talk To someone of a lesser status, who don't understand the madness And what the frelling hell is up with the pressure patterns Dylan keep it going 'til it hurt Off into the summer, hitting summer with the damn work This is a demonstration, of activation, across the nation A gift to all nations from all sides, let the love get multiplied Open your mind, and open it wide, and go deep inside And let your spirit be the guide To a spiral dragging dreaming sequence A newfound, unlocked personal achievement No jive lip guff talk bitch boy bein' Just straight emceein' Keeping it hardest of the hardcore, with a vivid vision Of destruction and disorder for a modern war I'ma keep it rockin' 'til my body rotten, long forgotten I got mental illness, so a nine to five is not an option I'ma crush your head in with a 909, and keep on stomping If you doesn't comprehend, you never will, you never got it [Chorus: Rozz Dyliams] It went from Finast, to Tops, to Tops, to Heinen's, and that's when it stops It went from Finast, to Tops, and Tops, to Heinen's, and that's when it stops [Outro] Oh my god I feel like I've been gone for a century Our lives today, we don't need to know anything about nothing. People keep talking about bullshit. So what does it matter what I say, really? It doesn't, because people talk too much. "Let me put my two cents in on that." No, really. I ask you to look deep into yourself, and ask yourself, "Where is the authentic me in this world when there's so much lack of authenticity-- when so many people are putting on this facade to appear certain ways in order to make people happy, or tell people what they think they are, when they're really nothing at all?" When I looked into my true self today, you know what I saw? Do you know what I saw when I looked into my true self today? Absolutely nothing. I saw nothing. And what are you supposed to do... when you see nothing? You could only build on top of that You're lucky if you see nothing 'Cause from there, comes all of this

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Writers: Rozz Dyliams

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