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The Dark One
01:29
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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
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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
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3. |
Crazy
02:10
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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
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4. |
Generation Y
05:11
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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
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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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HRSUnderground Fort Worth, Texas
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..
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