Lost Generation, by HiddenRoad vs. A Dude Named Drew

Lost Generation

by HiddenRoad vs. A Dude Named Drew

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1.	The Dark One 01:29	lyrics	buy track
Verse Why does everyone come around me with their hands out Want some shit for free, goddamn, get ‘em ran out Stand down, HRS, you know we stand out Stand against us, blacca blacca, then it’s man down Man down, staying at it ‘till it pans out Put this dope on tracks like it’s packs getting gram-ed out Competition, competition get this barrel crammed down The throat ‘till they choke, let ‘em croak then I jam out Get the fuck out my way, I got something to say I will fuck up this game if you fuck with my name Hidden, rhythm forbidden, incisions are given Like scissors, I’ll get at your feelings like fucking your sister Hey Mr., why you put me in back of this van It’s dark and dank and I can’t feel anything but the back of your hand Shut up bitch, a glimpse inside the mind of the abyss Never meant to exist where the righteous of us live In the mist, breathe it in, can you see the indication I am nothing, I live among the lost generation
2.	In the Present (feat. Eremitic) 03:07	lyrics	buy track
Chorus 1 (Eremitic) Up in the present, trying to make my past stop I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life Blood in my veins and blood on my knife Up in the present, trying to make my past stop I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life Blood in my veins and blood on my knife Verse 1 I got blood on my knife, out the mud I got mine Climbing up the hills, got a drug for the strife All right, only feel at peace when the gun is cocked Invincible, cruising through the streets like a juggernaut X-Factor, I don’t mess around with X Man The club for the young-ins and the molly for the next man Always ride solo, fuck a yes man Don’t play when the pistol slang, to the death man Goddamn, it always seem like violence is the plan Sick in the mind like silence of the lambs You pushing rocks, I’m not buying that fam Not packing glocks, you just lie to the fans You not hiding it man, we can all see inside You are fraudulent, but they choose to believe the lie Not I, I don’t rap about guns to seem tough I’m from Texas Mother Fucker and I really will bust Chorus 2 (Eremitic) Up in the present, trying to make my past stop I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life Blood in my veins and blood on my knife Up in the present, trying to make my past stop I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life Blood in my veins and blood on my knife Verse 2 Try to live in the present but the past never stops Living right right now but in the past I was not Focused on the music, I don’t care if it flops How the fuck you a rapper but your album never drops You need to stop, I don’t get down with the mumble Get a grip rappers, knock ‘em down and they fumble Big headed on the track but in person get humbled Get your block knocked off, ready, set, rumble On the green like golf, fuck a bag, keep a bundle Big pimpin’, Dennis Hof, keep you bitches under control Stacking up the tracks like a trapper stacking hundo’s To fuck with me is crazy like attacking at a gun show Oh no, I really do this day and night Couple shots came at me but they wasn't aiming right Bust back, I don’t rap about guns to seem bad I’m from Texas Mother Fucker and I really stay strapped Chorus 3 (Eremitic) Up in the present, trying to make my past stop I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life Blood in my veins and blood on my knife Up in the present, trying to make my past stop I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
3.	Crazy 02:10	lyrics	buy track
Verse Step in this bitch and I’m ready for war Empty the clip, reload, I’m ready for more Get the beat from Drew, I refuse to lose Beat up black and blue, what I’ll do to you Crash, go on a tantrum Smash, fists throwing at random Anthem of the Lost Generation I’m pacing back and forth, heart racing, impatient Full of rage, I’m ‘bout to erupt Won’t conversate ‘cause now I’ve had enough Pull it fast, I’m so in love with my gun When the bullet blast I know it’s gon’ fuck ‘em up HRS go hard, enemies get scarred Chopping up this shit, Pablo Escobar Pack the heaviest metal, your not on my level Will always be battle like god and the devil The ties get severed, I’m not in this shit to make friends The internet is buzzing, busy, full of fake men Take ten of your favorite rappers to my basement Strap ‘em to the gurney, time to get a face lift Never give a flying fuck, bitch your time is up The industry is soft, bring it twice as rough Bring it twice as raw, the energy spent is painstaking Spit day after day until my fucking brain’s shaking Almost fifteen years, fifteen years rapping rhymes Hidden in obscurity, they used to laugh at mine This is more than a hobby, I’m not just passing time Set the whole world ablaze, sick of being last in line
4.	Generation Y 05:11	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1 I was born in a world I was never meant to be in The shadow inside, you will never get to see him Born in the 80’s late, raised in the 90’s, fate- Sealed, something crazy inside, let it lie in wait Generation Y, born to die, make momma cry Haven't killed ourselves yet, just know we’re gonna try Dead inside, we’re all dead in the devil’s eye Triple sixes tell the truth, but the sevens lie Roll the dice, get swept away to the heaven’s gate Never inside, the body walks, brain levitates So high, kiss the sky how it always feels While other kids played outside I popped prescription pills Pop prescriptions still, same shit, just the reason changed Still a junkie, go and cop shit, just the legal way Life like sad movie, all get fucked in the end Trying to escape the truth, we were fucked to begin Chorus 1 Generation Y, born to die We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck Generation Y, stay high I don’t give a fuck, no, I don’t give a fuck Generation Y, born to die We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck Generation Y, generation Y Generation Y, why Verse 2 Fight the truth, say this ain’t about you, keep insisting I won’t hide it anymore, the truth is that it fits me It’s no mystery, take a look through history Lost Generation, part two, life of misery Born cynic, the sickness, was born with it Spiraling out of control, life more fucked every minute Ever since the beginning I’ve been walking on the edge Not sure how I managed to keep from falling off the ledge No friends, no one understands the shit inside my head It holds a whole galaxy where everybody’s dead Severed heads, no heaven’s breath, sixes stayed, sevens left Live with rage everyday, several ways to get mislead In a cage where I stay, screaming to let me loose Been screaming for 20 years but nobody made a move Make a move, make ‘em pay, I’m cursing the whole earth Really cursing myself, a person with no worth Chorus 2 Generation Y, born to die We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck Generation Y, stay high I don’t give a fuck, no, I don’t give a fuck Generation Y, born to die We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck Generation Y, generation Y Generation Y, why Verse 3 Look at the truth, got nothing to lose, never was anything that I had to prove So confused from the self abuse, wore my heart on my sleeve ‘till it poked right through Then the blood soaked through, then I retreated inside right after I screamed fuck you Went to the sink to wash my face and the face in the mirror said fuck you too Well fuck you too bitch, a generation at war with itself, nothing can help Blood on my hands, I wish it was yours but I’ve only ever known how to hurt myself How to hurt my health and waste away, watch myself decay Fading fast, walking through this world in a hellish haze Selfish ways, never got what I wanted, I wanted to be in love But the only thing I’ve known is the void, the darkness fits me like a glove Up above is nothing watching, down below is all I’ve known Trapped inside my mind watching someone else call it home Evil clone, not alone, the voice inside will never cease Hurt by teeth, I bite my tongue every time I try to speak Try to teach me something, reach me someone, listen as I plead Watch the parents close their eyes as my generation bleeds Chorus 3 Generation Y, born to die We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck Generation Y, stay high I don’t give a fuck, no, I don’t give a fuck Generation Y, born to die We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck Generation Y, generation Y Generation Y, why
5.	Day Ones (feat. Eremitic) 03:19	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1 It’s been a long road I’ve traveled, with strong foes I battled And god knows I’ve struggled to keep from coming unraveled I got no time for the fake, they around when you winning, disappear when you break Heaven’s sake, many friends came and went, gone when the money’s spent Sit back roll a spliff and reminisce on all of this It was good times and bad, happy times and sad People fucked me over serious but I’m not mad I choose not to be furious, it’s all part of the plan “Cause all of this experience has made me who I am Goddamn, I wouldn't have made it without my day ones It was them back then and today it’s still the same ones Same ones, no time for the bullshit No he says or she says ‘cause that shit is foolish That’s why I linked up with A Dude Named Drew Put him on the hook and the dude came through, yeah Chorus 1 (Eremitic) Oh yeah yeah, no time for the fake ones Only mess with my day ones, only mess with my day ones Yeah, yeah, yeah, only mess with my team ‘Cause we do it so clean, only mess with my team Oh yeah yeah, no time for the fake ones Only mess with my day ones, only mess with my day ones Yeah, yeah, yeah, only mess with my team ‘Cause we do it so clean, only mess with my team Verse 2 See I only mess with my team, to no one else am I seen Stay in the shadows, I won’t let the rabble stop me or interfere with my dreams ‘Cause it seems that the world is full of deceitful fake people They seemed real at first but soon became evil So lethal, never trust the forked tongue of a serpent Spinning webs, telling lies, to see you hurting is the purpose The purpose, they worthless, their words aren't worth shit No matter how cool they seem eventually they turn bitch Same ones that get pinched Act hard on the way in but in the pen they turn snitch I can’t stand that shit, did the crime, do the time Loose lips sink ships, the true stay silent as a mime Being fake, I can’t speak on it, real since day one I’ve known killers, I’ve known gangsters and I was cool as they come I’ve been looked out for, looked up to, looked down upon HiddenRoad Studios, we ain’t for the fake ones, yeah Chorus 2 (Eremitic) Oh yeah yeah, no time for the fake ones Only mess with my day ones, only mess with my day ones Yeah, yeah, yeah, only mess with my team ‘Cause we do it so clean, only mess with my team Oh yeah yeah, no time for the fake ones Only mess with my day ones, only mess with my day ones Yeah, yeah, yeah, only mess with my team ‘Cause we do it so clean, only mess with my team

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HiddenRoad vs. A Dude Name Drew return to give you a glimpse of the Lost Generation...

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released August 30, 2018

Written & Performed by HiddenRoad
Produced by A Dude Named Drew
Mixed & Mastered by MatrixAudio
HRSUnderground, LLC 2018

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Hardcore Hip-Hop / Rap over dope beats that go BANG.

For years, HiddenRoad & M-Acculate scoured the underground to assemble TONS of gritty albums and songs featuring themselves and other like minded rappers and producers from around the world. Culminating with the 2022 release of Hidden Underground 4, one story has officially come to its end; and yet, a new book begins.. ... more