Digital Blues by Requiem (AU) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Another record store shut, seems no-one gives a fuck
Nobody buyin' music, CDs gettin' ducked
Distro dried up heads spendin' no bucks
Fast rap farce, what happened to slow funk?
Me, I've had enough, bringin’ blues digital
To take back the art we'd need a true miracle
You think ya blown up? You got dudes kiddin' you
No wonder most suck with the shit they listen to
I'd “bruise lyrical”, but that's a played concept
Heads sounding pitiful when they rock sets
So I'm makin' bomb threats to MCs who got next
Suckers claim king I say that's a long stretch
Punters wan' test but can't free on beat
You stuck at base camp while I be on peak
Freaks want beef, but that shit ain’t clever
No point getting physical in the digital era
[Scratches: DJ 2Buck]
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
I witnessed the death of the CD
I witnessed the death—
Death of the CD
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
H—HD—
I witnessed the death of the CD
Death of the CD
[Verse 2]
Fact is, the game is fucked the fuck up
Fassys frontin’ nobody knows what the fuck what
Robots gettin’ their reps hurt
For pollutin’ the web on social networks
Deadspace, Fakebook and Shitter
I’m only 25 but my mind is bitter
The grind gets dimmer from scene politics
Loudmouths on keyboards talkin’ shit
Quit playin' yourself sucker, you lame
Press up an LP, get back a bucket of change
How the fuck did it get as bad as this?
You want a gig? You need a gimmick and a bag of tricks
Everyone wants a pop hit so they cop dick
Playin' it safe, real talk, ya song’s shit
No one pays dues, they destroy the culture
Hip-Hop’s just a swarm of toys and vultures
[Scratches: DJ 2Buck]
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
I witnessed the death of the CD
I witnessed the death—
Death of the CD
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
H—HD—
I witnessed the death of the CD
Death of the CD
[Verse 3]
A decade in the game, steady payin’ dues
Makin’ name known is what I came to do
Hungry for promotion but no PR budget
Not paying for props to some PR fuckwit
Ya see I’m buggin’, hungry to get a name out
But I seen heads fail and don’t wanna take the same route
Sick of dap being given to these uneven rappers
So I’ma take my props like a thievin’ actor
Not hungry enough? Maybe that’s been a factor
Now I’m on the attack like a team of raptors
I’m hungry like a monk searching for true wisdom
I’m hungry like a hobo at the soup kitchen
I’m hungry like a crumb grabbin’ rude pigeon
I’m hungry so I hope that all of you listen
If ya feel what I’m about download my disc
I’m out for recognition like Prowls in ‘96
[Scratches: DJ 2Buck]
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
I witnessed the death of the CD
I witnessed the death—
Death of the CD
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
H—HD—
I witnessed the death of the CD
Death of the CD
Another record store shut, seems no-one gives a fuck
Nobody buyin' music, CDs gettin' ducked
Distro dried up heads spendin' no bucks
Fast rap farce, what happened to slow funk?
Me, I've had enough, bringin’ blues digital
To take back the art we'd need a true miracle
You think ya blown up? You got dudes kiddin' you
No wonder most suck with the shit they listen to
I'd “bruise lyrical”, but that's a played concept
Heads sounding pitiful when they rock sets
So I'm makin' bomb threats to MCs who got next
Suckers claim king I say that's a long stretch
Punters wan' test but can't free on beat
You stuck at base camp while I be on peak
Freaks want beef, but that shit ain’t clever
No point getting physical in the digital era
[Scratches: DJ 2Buck]
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
I witnessed the death of the CD
I witnessed the death—
Death of the CD
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
H—HD—
I witnessed the death of the CD
Death of the CD
[Verse 2]
Fact is, the game is fucked the fuck up
Fassys frontin’ nobody knows what the fuck what
Robots gettin’ their reps hurt
For pollutin’ the web on social networks
Deadspace, Fakebook and Shitter
I’m only 25 but my mind is bitter
The grind gets dimmer from scene politics
Loudmouths on keyboards talkin’ shit
Quit playin' yourself sucker, you lame
Press up an LP, get back a bucket of change
How the fuck did it get as bad as this?
You want a gig? You need a gimmick and a bag of tricks
Everyone wants a pop hit so they cop dick
Playin' it safe, real talk, ya song’s shit
No one pays dues, they destroy the culture
Hip-Hop’s just a swarm of toys and vultures
[Scratches: DJ 2Buck]
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
I witnessed the death of the CD
I witnessed the death—
Death of the CD
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
H—HD—
I witnessed the death of the CD
Death of the CD
[Verse 3]
A decade in the game, steady payin’ dues
Makin’ name known is what I came to do
Hungry for promotion but no PR budget
Not paying for props to some PR fuckwit
Ya see I’m buggin’, hungry to get a name out
But I seen heads fail and don’t wanna take the same route
Sick of dap being given to these uneven rappers
So I’ma take my props like a thievin’ actor
Not hungry enough? Maybe that’s been a factor
Now I’m on the attack like a team of raptors
I’m hungry like a monk searching for true wisdom
I’m hungry like a hobo at the soup kitchen
I’m hungry like a crumb grabbin’ rude pigeon
I’m hungry so I hope that all of you listen
If ya feel what I’m about download my disc
I’m out for recognition like Prowls in ‘96
[Scratches: DJ 2Buck]
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
I witnessed the death of the CD
I witnessed the death—
Death of the CD
Clearer than slow motion on HD TVs
H—HD—
I witnessed the death of the CD
Death of the CD