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Chrysalis

Erinem

Hip-Hop/Rap

55 Shazams

Music Video

Chrysalis - Official Lyric Video
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erinem
Erinem
Rap
Akai MPK 249
Akai MPK 249
Keyboards
Akai MPD 218
Akai MPD 218
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erinem
Erinem
Songwriter
Mixed by Guy Bartov at Abacus Studio
Mixed by Guy Bartov at Abacus Studio
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erinem
Erinem
Producer
Mixed by Guy Bartov at Abacus Studio
Mixed by Guy Bartov at Abacus Studio
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Witness the return of the menace, Let the agendas begin, Hope you skittish bitches is takin it in, Sick again with the pen, litigious, prodigious, The original vintage, Ain't gotta bandage to manage, The seepage or spillage, Just a dungeon born, Spongeaform, Warned ya before, That my skin is worn and porous, And I'm missing one-or-more inner organs, Ends, odds and duodenums, Caught up in morphin with endorphins coursin, Waddling around on all four limbs, Making bad choices, chasing fortunes, Making and hating more friends, playing poor wins on a hand with Aaron Sorken, In deep, I'm in the, Indie grind, Envious, I'm in NV trying, To win a Benjamin by, Applying my wit to a round of Cribbage again, Crossing a few off the list and Offending ten, Your forgetting, I'm gettin, under the skin, Of some with the pen, Feelin the return, of the sinister grin, You thought I was done popping, Whose stopping, I'd have to be dust in a coffin, Like I'm Dustin Hoffman, Rain man, Don't give a dang if pain can, Sprain and mangle the brain, clanging like spray cans, I declaim in a genuine harangue, I drank the swamp that you drained, Came back insane, And it's looking like Imma have to Guinness 'em again, I'm kicking the carrot stick And fixing to quicken the spin of the Ticking hands, The pendulum swings, Sick of so many things, Conspiracy heretics, American derelicts, Minuets doing pirouettes! I'm taking the strings, I'm telling 'em I uncovered Delicate things, Cuttin' skeleton keys, I code in Burmese, Copy it to a Sandisk and leave, I'm too loose with my speech, I run from the law like I'm Shaw with the pelican brief! Into this chrysalis, I'm coming back, Just a little bit different, If it gets toxic or poisonous, I climb right back into, This chrysalis, And I'm gone! Come and see me gettin freed From the chrysalis, Grimace and grin at the genesis, Irises widen at sites and the images, Inviting eyewitnesses, Watch me try winning the Guinness's, I'm sick and sharp as a new Schlick, I just popped the top offa a new Bic, That I'm using, Still ubiquitous with the quickest wit, Plead the fifth like, I'm accusing the cabinet, Of liquor, hello Houston, I'm hearing that I'm clear to bicker, And I'm here so, It's clear I might veer off the Richter, I'm getting arthritis, tryin to write this, With politeness, time flies it, catalyzes! Sick of battles lines and, sacrifices, The size of the lies, I capsize, And go seismic, Watch you choke on your shit-show, Withhold, the Heimlich, No law for these bots, kiss my Asimov, Issac! I'm still a scurdge, an incorrigible turd, But Gorgeous with my Habeas corpus, Come out of the chrysalis, I might be more a mix, Of part walrus, part tortoise, Part wild horse, brontosaurus, Even if this were, My full final form it's, still not half As absurd as I really was before this, It's Orpheus in my words if, I write out more shit from this orifice, I'm liable to go right into the chorus! Into this chrysalis, I'm coming back, Just a little bit different, If it gets toxic or poisonous, I climb right back into, This chrysalis, And I'm gone! Flows going over their heads so, I'm called the Baptist by those who knew me, You don't give a rat's patootey for moral duty or the community, There's no unity! Just look what it do to me, Listen to the litany, None of them a fifth of me, Simple to my symphony, Infants to my infantry, These digs to my dignity so, Initially I may not condone it. What? I'm hittin the wrong note atoning shit? I'm letting shit come to blows, I've been on my knowin the codes for the honing-missile get, Back on my blowing-whistle shit, Stacking ammo showing this'll hit, Back in camo practicing my pistol whip, And I'm done with the fudges and fiddle sticks, Done cutting curses in reverses, I'm giving in to the worst impulses first it's, Hurling you into this abyss of verses, this shit is me versus the circus!
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