Story Behind The Song
I heard the music in my head for a long time, and made the beat in 2006. Just left it on the shelf until I finally got around to recording it recently. My good friend Lisa told me about Ben- who was seriously into the hardcore metal scene in Tampa during the 80's, and he just went wild over my computer generated guitar sounds. I kinda revisited the younger, angry, smoking man of rebellion I was and just went at it. The chorus sums up who I am, the verses who I was.
Song Description
It starts off with a storm. Literally. As the falling rain with occassional thunder and lighting tapers off and gives way to the relentless dual between guitars and bass, T.A.Z proceeds to attack both the music and the weather. Or anything else on earth it seems. This song goes down like a double scotch with no rocks... Hard.
| Song Length |
4:08 |
Genre |
Rap - Gangsta, Pop - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Aggressive |
Subject |
Anger, Arrogance |
| Similar Artists |
Rage Against The Machine, 50 Cent |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The Dark Apology
Never nervous like a surgeon murder every track I'm heard on/
Got em jumping velvet ropes with purpose get they swerve on/
Fuck it I'm heroin,/ and so, from here on... /it's pussy barely hair on it type Charlize Theron/ heroines how I does it whatever it was I wasn't trust him guns busting fucker just don't go against him/ I fuck with yawl Pinocchio's end screen so save it/ it is what it is just call me Gepetto/ and don't sleep cuz pillows bleed off of lead/ I'll Swiss cheese ya head like a fan in Green Bay (heyyy)/ I'm in the A that's my man Aych (all-star)/ Eskalade? (off-guard) never cuz we....
This is my anthology
The dark apology
A child prodigy pot-shotted by poverty
If not for mommy I'm probably state property
Please God don't let the system give me sodomy
Please God I want to follow your philosophy the devil still residing in me
I'm like a 7-0 era dude with a pick in his fro/ Black fisted bitch I'm Sampson with it yo/ I kidnap tracks but no ransom with it though still handsome- I handicap tracks you gotta hand it to him
In 04 I was lukewarm for sure but add 4 more you get your asshole torn/ I'm in top form
And please don't make me violate the norm see it's nothing to dial hate and separate you from snoring
I'll sell anything I'm a hustler dog I know how to survive
Tuck them things 4-5 and fuck off at 5/ rewind- analyze me and what you might find is the DNA of that crook and what went on in his mind/ I'm the latest sensation, the prince of penetrate pent up frustration eyes red because I'm high/ I'm the illest nigga alive/ legend in my own mind/ as soon as Hov retire the streets is all mine