88 Bars (Behind the Scenes) - Horrorshow

One time for your mind, one time for ya

One time for your mind, one time, yeah

One time for ya, one time for ya

One time for your mind, one time

You can tell a whole lot by what a person’s not saying

Read between the lines, notice what they’re leaving out

My body language lets you know just what I be about

Look me in the eyes, you can see I’m not playing, because

This is not a game, and I am not the same

Man who is standing in my place, 'cause a lot has changed

Looking at the time, thinking how it got away

Still I got a way with words to paint a summers day

When the air smelled sweeter and the light felt different

Sky looking brighter through the eyes of an infant

Inner revolution spinning up on my Discman

We’ll soon see a change in the water;

a state of disorder

Fast forward to the not too distant

I’m living out crystal clear images I been spitting

They call me Kid Solo, it’s clear that I’m not kidding

Tryna break up out of a box I do not fit in

Fuck Australian hip-hop, this is stadium hip-hop

That climbed up out of the subterranean hip-hop

Living on stolen land, illegal alien hip-hop

All shades of the gradient, Homo sapien hip-hop

There’s a whole lot going on behind the scenes

We locking people up just for trying to be free

While these fucking politicians keep on lying through their teeth

Man, I swear we ought to riot in the streets, let me tell you there’s a

Whole lot going on behind the scenes

More than meets the eye, don’t believe everything you see

'Cause we living in a time when our vision is as blind as it’s ever been

Everybody hiding behind a screen

There’s a whole lot going on behind the scenes

Having trouble maintaining sobriety

Drugs, alcohol, depression, anxiety

I been lying to everybody, shit, I even tried to lie to me

And just from looking at me you could never tell

That my head’s spinning, ears ringing from the decibels

Tryna outrun the demons, caught up with the jezebels

With the team rolling deeper than Adele, but if you know me well

Well then you know that I’m a show and tell

Ever since I was a teen been sharing my notes to self

Gotta suffer for your art and it’s hard to measure up

Keeping calm under pressure when I’m feeling overwhelmed

See I’ve come a long way from the front row of the Hoods

But somewhere along the way got overtook

The fans read me like an open book

But still I’m overlooked, underrated, overworked and under-booked

There’s a whole lot going on behind the scenes

Lot of jealousy and sibling rivalry

Got me looking at my brothers, thinking how they stole my thunder

I got love but this game’ll make you turn on one another, there’s a

Whole lot going on behind the scenes

The wins and the losses and everything in between

That’s why I keep it humble, rolling with the elephants up in the jungle

Hear the rumble, the last of a dying breed

Word to Adit, word to Cole, word to Urthy, word to Gary

Word to Snarl, word to Dale, Caitlin, Owen, Ash and Sally

'Cause I know they got my back, yeah, them people be family

And they back me even though I’ll probably never win a Grammy

There’s a whole lot going on behind the scenes

But everything ain’t always what it seems

See they spinning tall tales, skipping minor details

That they signed to major labels in a corporate machine

But not me, I keep it mean, keep it honest, keep it hungry

Keep it indie, keep it raw and always keep it a hun-g

Sometimes we make it beautiful, sometimes we make it ugly

But we always make it truthful and that’s why the people love me

All along I been strong, had to learn how to be stronger

I held it all together, couldn’t take it any longer

I told you last album that I didn’t wanna wait

It’s my time, high time I put some food up on the plate

And life is just a series of forks in the road

And when you try to put a square through a circle then it’s flaws’ll show

I guess by now, yo, I really oughta know

Watched her walking down the aisle, guess I didn’t get to walk her home

Whole lot going on behind the scenes

I put it in my rhymes, tryna put my mind at ease

On my late night hype when I’m writing to these beats

‘Could you keep it down please, some of us are tryna sleep'

So I hit the front door and I head to The Dispensary

To see the group professor, hoping that he got the remedy

Over what he prescribe, I describe what is said to me

It’s cheaper than the money I been spending on my therapy

There’s a whole lot going on behind the scenes

I needed time to grow, even needed time to grieve

Don’t think I don’t appreciate the irony

Of showing you my diary hoping that you respect my privacy

So there you have it, didn’t catch it, you better rewind that shit

My style got the rap addicts in a mild panic

New Normal 'bout to drop, be a certified classic

Believe it’s going down like the fucking Titanic, hold up