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The narrator plunges into a cycle of substance abuse and creative obsession, vowing to change but immediately succumbing to the same habits. There's a raw, almost desperate energy in the opening lines, detailing a winter spent "drinkin' gin up with fruit juices" and mixing "fluids and herbs 'til my body refuse it." This self-destructive behavior leads to blackouts and physical distress, yet the promise to stop is immediately broken with the return of the "cypher." The narrator's resolve crumbles, leading to more substance use and a defiant embrace of the lifestyle, even in the face of mortality. The repeated vow to "stop if I live to see the next" highlights a deep-seated addiction, a promise made in extremis that holds no lasting power. The core tension lies in the narrator's self-awareness of their destructive path versus an inability to break free, coupled with a fierce dedication to their craft. They acknowledge the "mishaps and plights" and the near-death experiences, yet the urge to "blaze a L in the air anyway" and get "wild again" is overpowering. This internal conflict fuels a defiant spirit, a desire to leave a legacy ("Give my cash to my crew") while simultaneously embracing the chaos. The lyrics suggest a life lived on the edge, where the pursuit of artistic expression is intertwined with self-annihilation, a dangerous dance that the narrator seems resigned to, even embracing. The scorpion metaphor, "Scorpion like Sticky / Instinct remains extra sharp and extra crispy," is a potent image of inherent danger and a deadly defense mechanism. This isn't just about aggression; it's about a primal, instinctual response that, once provoked, leads to irreversible consequences for the aggressor. The lines "Get needles, get thread, it still can't fix me / You grab me by my tail, my deadly sting leaves you history" underscore a sense of being fundamentally flawed or damaged, yet possessing a potent, dangerous power that defines their existence. This imagery powerfully conveys a persona that is both vulnerable and lethal, a complex duality that drives their narrative. This track hits hard because of its unflinching honesty about addiction and artistic drive. The narrator doesn't shy away from the grim realities of their lifestyle, painting vivid pictures of "chills, the sweats" and "blacked out a few nights." Yet, this vulnerability is balanced by an unshakeable confidence in their lyrical prowess and a defiant refusal to be defined or controlled by external forces, like labels. The repeated chorus, "I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent," acts as both an admission and a badge of honor, suggesting that the creative process itself is inseparable from their altered state, a necessary component for their sharp, "extra crispy" instincts to emerge and dominate.

Heather B. - Rap, East Coast Rap

Mad Bent

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[Intro] Norty Cotto on the boards The sautéer [Verse 1] The bulletproof full of vigor for all y'all niggas I spent my winter in bubble gooses Drinkin' gin up with fruit juices Loud music, mixin' fluids and herbs 'til my body refuse it I blacked out a few nights, I had the chills, the sweats I swore to the Lord, "I'll stop if I live to see the next" Next cypher roll around again I'm puffin' mad body bags and gettin' wild again My people moundin' up, they marinatin' the fire shit When it's my turn to burn, I'm blazin' up and gettin' wired Escaping for a minute, my mishaps and plights With a slight recollection of that last cypher night But I'ma blaze a L in the air anyway like Nike And if I die, bury me with no books and mics Give my cash to my crew, split it 54 ways Make sure y'all maintain, I might resurrect in three days And when I come back, my objective is to strike with a vengeance I'm paying pass without my proper dues or my respect, kid Scorpion like Sticky Instinct remains extra sharp and extra crispy Get needles, get thread, it still can't fix me You grab me by my tail, my deadly sting leaves you history [Chorus] I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) [Verse 2] I'm known to get wilder by the hour, the minute, the second I wanna hit tricks with more hits than records Show love to the streets, give 'em nothin' but classics Dispose of these hoes like roaches on boric acid (No doubt) Drastic measures I'm takin' for those fakin' I believe in revenge and no forms of retaliation No negotiations once I get started I represent the Big East, so recognize my conference I'm confident, I wouldn't call myself cocky Put my shit out myself when that last label dropped me Fuck around this time and sell mad copies And prove to them snakes they ran they whole shit sloppy Watch me, have to be no gimmicks, no tricks No niggas in the background writing my shit The bulletproof LY, lyron, lyricist Fully loaded with a motive, always comin' equipped [Chorus] I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) [Verse 3] I'm not your standard female rapper, so motherfucker, don't label me I aim to be higher than that, so check yo' stats Production, bumpin' another Kenny Parker track I wrote this shit, my last shit and that Don't ever test me, love, 'cause I can get quite tipsy Been flushin' White Russians and I still ain't dizzy 'Bout to master my craft without a class or act What up to Todd G and Trappy D where it's at My heart's in this, yeah, I'm takin' that chance Last year, the Final Four, this year, the big dance Gettin' realer with skills hittin' heads 'til they bleed Studio MC's, I hate y'all more than I hate the rolled weed And that's my word, my word bond and word life Too many featherweights steppin' up and grabbin' mics Non-contenders, good pretenders, though Nothin' won't stop my left-left-right combo And I know it's too real for y'all, I don't feel for y'all I wish y'all all just go But bitch ass, I'll see you at the next big bash Make sure you bring your so-called sight, so [Chorus] I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent) I spent time writin' rhymes and gettin' mad bent (The 54th Regiment, you got to represent)

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Writers: Heather B.
Kenny Parker

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