Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Arcitype
The Arcitype
Performer
George Carroll
George Carroll
Rap
Terry Nugent
Terry Nugent
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Carroll
George Carroll
Songwriter
Terry Nugent
Terry Nugent
Songwriter
János Fülöp
János Fülöp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Arcitype
The Arcitype
Producer

Lyrics

I guess Im anti social Anti trolling and ass kissing I'm too official for brash dissin For fast listens My pedigrees different That of a tactician An assassin to mash you with fists in Then leave your stash missing In the tradition Of dishing out ass whippings I'm itching to smash - you get The gift of a cracked vision I got a new vendetta My shoulders are that chipped in When you never been better Your flow is just back shifting And changing They say that you changed Like you lost your hunger When you made it through pain The same people that hated you Degraded you threw shade at your name Full of bitter lies to criticize The way that you came I'm too creative to claim I should be fading away This life I built outta the rubble Wasnt made in a day I had fight harder tougher Even suffer for it Fuck awards Every inch I struggled for Made me love it more That struck a chord fuck its Something To recover for Buckle down and hustle Even on the days I wasn't sure Give it everything I got Nothing less nothing more Alls fair in love and war love and war As if God said it You can only be what you earn But I'm hard headed And I guess that you bleed and you learn I been waiting for the fuel needed For me to return As if fire ever needed A new reason to burn I got a lot of life to lose And I know what it's like to lose Everything Once Oh when I came back I broke the rules So here we go again Back into this madness here I guess Im addicted To playing with fate Its like the beat of a drum Is all I have to hear For me to be numb From everything I hate Its been too many years down this Rabbit hole here I just cant find no other way to escape I know the world is insane So I keep swirling the drain But fuck it maybe Thats what drives me to create I been an outsider Outta the gate Colliding with hate My pride and mistakes Smacked me in the side of the face But I didn't fold Cause I wouldn't break I didn't have a dollar to borrow Or a tomorrow to waste I know I know pride yeah Such a horrible taste To have to swallow mine And find another bottom to scrape Maybe Im outta time Or luck and stuck brawling with faith But I guess this is how it feels When you're falling from grace I was a king once King Kong in his kingdom Bells I would ring them Hell I would bring some I rode it till the wheels fell off Just a shell with no engine Take a look around and You been done Done But nah Im still alive If I could properly describe The way that I feel inside Its unstoppable fire When the black sun fell In a world with no skies But now Im back from hell I got a lot of life to lose And I know what it's like to lose Everything Once Oh when I came back I broke the rules
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