Hole In My Soul

Story Behind The Song

I was just think about my music career one day and got really bummed out because I said to myself, "Why am I doing this, music has neither made me rich, nor has given me anything substantial to show for al the hard work I've put into it." I had crazy visions of just being this mainstream music artist who only makes music that some major record label I would be signed to wants me to make for them so they can fill their greedy pockets with all the money they would make off of me. But then I came to my senses and told myself, "Hey, you have a recording studio full of cool equipment, a decent place to live, and most importantly good family and friends who care about you." At this point, I felt inspired to write this song which is directly about the above example of an artist who is 'selling his soul.' I wanted to express that not only can you make make music that you truly love to do, but you can also make yourself feel rich artistically. I would rather be that type of rich rather than having no soul left from doing what someone else dictates you to do.

Song Description

This song is about a fictional major-labe hip hop recording artist who has all the money, power, but not the respect due to he is not doing the music that he really feels in his heart. Rather, he is doing what his record label wants, which is music that is easily marketable to radio and the masses. Therefore, he says to himself one day, "There's a Hole In My Soul." After making a career-changing decision to do the music he truly cares about, he feels much better about himself in the sense that he realizes he's alot happier doing the music he always wanted to do while on a major record label but didn't have the freedom to do. In the rebirth of his artistic freedom, he is invigorated and wouldn't acknowledges that he'll never go back to the way it was before.

Song Length 4:05 Genre Rap - Hip Hop
Tempo Medium Slow (91 - 110) Mood Moving, Troubled
Subject Cocaine, Vegetables Similar Artists Everlast, Tribe Called Quest
Language English Era 2000 and later

Lyrics

Verse 1:

There's a hole in my soul, dark like a death toll / Wish I was filthy rich like Ross Perot / You'd see me flash the cash and know I ain't bluffin' / I would just cruise and won't worry about nothin' / Cuz deep inside, feel like I'm missin' somethin' / Even though I get the whole party bumpin' / And like my man Chuck D, I slap the Mac(intosh) / I ain't feelin' you, your style is booty crack / And yo, most of that mainstream is whack / You know the underground is where all the action's at / At Christmas, they want cash, skip the poinsettia / The popular is only out to get the fettia / Look out, cuz if you're standing right behind 'em / You too are walking around deaf, blind and dumb / So I take this mic cord and strangle my opponent / But I'll stop cuz that'll make you think next time, won't it

Chorus:

Cuz hey you, there's a hole in my soul / You better know that it's bigger than the Super Bowl / With grooves comin' harder than Bob Dole / Universal like bald head to afro

Verse 2:

Let's go back to the days of hopscotch / Soda cans, Kool Aid and Pop Rocks / Just runnin' wild gettin' a sugar buzz / Skip the protein, junk food for my whole team / Might take a fiddle and mix it up a little / Hey diddle diddle with your kitty in the middle / Invade your headset, full blown infiltration / Give me that raw weird experimentation / Anyway, I'm tired of all these weak-minded simple simons, I break their Phyllis Hymens / And like the Pavorati, I'm chasin' stars / Not the kind in cars, the kind out there with Mars

Chorus:

Cuz hey you, there's a hole in my soul / You better know that it's bigger than the Super Bowl / With grooves comin' harder than Bob Dole / Universal like bald head to afro / Bigger than that hole in the ozone / And way out like that kid who phoned home / Beats laced with cymbals and handclaps / I want to inspire headnods and toe taps

Verse 3:

Now it's time to hop back on the subject / I want you to hear this tune and say you loved it / Sittin' back on your sofa listening to me / With butter on your popcorn, watching your favorite movie / But I gotta say to those that's livin' real trife / Unless you're homeless, you ain't livin' no street life / Rule 1: You gotta let your dome be the chrome / And be sure to flash it on 'em like they're trying to invade your home / Rule 2: And don't forget to flash your rep and your name on 'em / As in: H-P-O-R-P in reverse is me / It sounds right like a beat that's mixed right / That shit's tight like two virgins in a fist fight

Chorus: (same as previous)

Lyrics Fil "Proph" Angelov Music Fil "Proph" Angelov and Chris Cardenas
Producer Fil "Proph" Angelov Publisher Fil "Proph" Angelov
Performance Fil "Proph" Angelov and Chris Cardenas Label Slam Identity Records

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