Chapter 8: Rage to "Foul" by Xaebor

Dear you, reading this,

This is one of the tracks where I took a bunch of rhymes that I spat over Instagram and slammed it into a song. I don't know how to contact Xaebor but I'll be damned if this couldn't be a banger. I had a lot of fun with the add libs on this. Also! this is the first song where I experiemented with preverb. I think it makes a really cool effect. I have a lot of trouble finding people to show this to because it seems as if angry rap is kind of going by the wayside. Nevertheless, this is one of my favorite songs to rap. I can really get into it and I think the lines work really well with the beat. All the vocals were written and produced by me. If anyone wants to help master it better please send me an email at kylewilliams5564@gmail.com. Also Xaebor, if your reading this, can I release this? I'm titling all these songs with the names of the beat used. The hope is to release them all as a continuos mix on Soundcloud when it's finished. Also, I just ripped this from Soundcloud so a higher quality version of the beat would be much appriciated.

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lyrics:

Wanna go maniac mode?

Overload and see that soul leap outta ya chest?

When it gets too cold, heart goes black like toes.

And ya could’ve been the best but then you froze,

betcha gonna blame it on that snow

better prepare for the weather

The clever get better and handle the price of control

And a buck got eyes for the doe,

but the dough don’t come with a buck,

so if you’re gonna get a buck well ya better get fed.

Cause? It ain’t no game it’s a hunt end.

I never had to run from a barrel of a gun

but that’s what I did when I faced it

Because the seat belts *click* but gun go *clap*

and you don’t get a standing ovation.

Must be patient with persistence it’s the purist’s path to poetry

prophet pied the piper and I’ll pave the path they’re showing me

and calling it idolatry would barely scratch the surface

but I bet when you see them kids in the streets

them suits are gonna get nervous

Fire up the next gen engine flexin

little bit of know and a little bit of how

and if you can’t relate to the things you can’t see

then die by your golden cow

because I’m energy converted

I’m massive and assertive

and if you come up talking that wack shit?

well we heard it.

You want your words spoken,

you want your face chosen,

I’m golden, I’m frozen,

I levitate, no rollin.

Multifaceted, being blasphemous, actin bashful is just the fashion

it’s unexplainable, unrelatable, unobtainable? That’s debatable.

Where’s the pot that you piss in?

Who you think’s gon’ miss this?

With Math and Punk, Fuckin Up

I’m Erdos, and Sid Vicious.

Uh, Roll back the Tape, Chugging a 1/5 while I’m smoking an 1/8

mmm, Sick with the gift, Numero Uno but call me the shit

cause it’s apocalyptic, so bring the cataclysm,

and if ya dying of thirst well just hydrate on my jizzum

cause this system is a prison and this rhythm is your prism

If your asking why, well Jeez, us man, it’s just cause cries have risen

like BWAH

y’all don’t know what I’m on (ad nausium)

Finding the line in the sand

where supply and demand are just parts of the plans that we had

run with our hands, sift with our thoughts,

star to cross in the catholic plots

never seen bricks that you flip in a flop

but I’m pitching the brick that is cleaning your clock

fiending for rock? let’s give em crystals.

Fiending for shock? Let’s give em Missles.

Wanna be filthy? You suck like a Bissel.

Fillet Mingon to the grissel.

yo, I’m packed in the pistol.

Cash? I gotta fistful.

Talk of the town when I speak and I get down ‘cause I bury the weak

and they want a messiah to preach to the choir, he gonna go talk to his peeps.

and the prodigical son is back, Eve ain’t really white or black.

And we ain’t really African, Asian, American. Ain’t really woman or man.

And they constantly fixin the plan, doing the things that we can’t comprehend

and we think that the musical muse is amusing when telling us go feed our head.

Ask Alice or the cat, the rabbit or the hatter,

your house is made of glass. Throw a brick and it will shatter

It’s a castle in the sky so your falling through the clouds.

I hope you hit the 9th before you make it to the ground

that’s why mister K-Wullums is bringing the thunder

to give you a glimpse of the rainbow.

my energy drink might be giving me wings,

where am I getting my halo?

A bungie for my car and a crutch at the end of my spliff,

and a vioce in my head, telling me that i’m dead

and that none of this really exists

that’s why I’m pissed, That’s why I’m focused

Making the cells swarm in like locusts.

Bringing the plagues without a care

screaming, “enjoy your night mares!”

and I just drop it, avenge anything that’s toxic

with the people rising up, but they can’t ever fucking stop it

like BWAH

y’all don’t know what I’m on (ad Nausium)