Masterpiece - Single

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I fell in love with the beat on this track and then chopped it all to hell once I got it out of the Polyend Tracker and in to Logic Pro. This is the first track I've ever done where all the lyrics were written with a specific concept in mind. For this, it's about finding yourself and believing in what you find.

Details

• Duration: 2:19
• Genre: Hip-hop
• Production, Lyrics, Mix & Master: Hygiene
• Files: MP3 320kbps CBR, WAV 24bit/44.1khz, ALAC 24bit/96khz, FLAC 24bit/96khz

Lyrics

[There’ll be masterpieces]
[Some kinda punk-rock, hip-hop masterpiece]

Knowledge of self, children of wealth (in our own way)
When momma had money, ain’t it funny, it’s new clothes day
Sometimes the fear makes us take it too far
Priorities play up in our hearts and leave scars

Ties that bind leave behind a few bars
I hole up in my head from the dread and make art
Imagine what could’ve happened if I was born as a girl
Identity’s no joke when it balances your whole world

Now my world’s upside down—rearranged
I don’t look at women in my life quite the same
I had some strong examples but the sample pool was shallow
Now Gilligan feels rich like shipmate Mr. Howell

Minnow’s just the beginning for this boy off the street
Got a place to eat, got a safe place to sleep
I don’t deserve my own voice—I had no choice
But living low, just to cover me some basic needs

Sometimes I’m tryna make [this masterpiece]
[There’ll be masterpieces]
[Some kinda punk-rock, hip-hop masterpiece]

But then I start to write, and then I craft the beat
And then I grab the mic and start to blast some heat
Put down the drumsticks and then I left the scene
When punk-rock culture brought hip-hop to me

This teen in the nineties skating slants under
Highways and find ways to undermine the bureaucracy
You see—I was raised up to worship the cream
But my heart said that that would be the death of my dream

I said “my dream is all I have, so I’m leaving my old man’s to
Follow my own plans and disrupt this so-called peace.”
I stepped over the gun to grab a headpiece
Now I dance without a drug on matters deadly.

GPT can’t define this black sheep who listens to
Fugazi, Wu-Tang and Godspeed
Watching Bakshi, Gondry, Lynch and Miyazaki
Some kinda punk-rock, hip-hop masterpiece

Sometimes I’m tryna make [this masterpiece]
[There’ll be masterpieces]
[Some kinda punk-rock, hip-hop masterpiece]