The overdose of soul and darkness doesn't end with Hypergoth! Mom's Mac-n-Cheese is a continuum like Killing Time (youtube.com/TheTalentedMrHamilton). Only all Curtis Mayfield and Sly Stone (#NMe) flips. Gothic and hood, you're sure to enjoy how I celebrate my free time (feel me?). A new song a month, updated on my Bandcamp, along with new video edits and rare photos of me. All between here, my YouTube and my Bandcamp.
This is the start of a new thing for me. I'm going to start enjoying life more. For what it is, at least. As I embark on the journey of enjoying life again, I will document it all and make a project out of loving life. I'm in a new city, love is brand new, new friends are upon us, I'm getting closer to my StarChasers... I can really make a project out of enjoying life and being in it.
I plan to.
I hope my plan can come to fruition.
And I hope you join me on the journey.
How does one enjoy life after one commits suicide, gets murdered and dies from COVID, only to resurrect and have good fortune with music?
My dad is a tough critic. He hates hip-hop and feels I can do better.
But he likes Hypergoth!.
That's a good feeling.
I worked very hard on this album. I'm speaking for those curious about the darkness and weary of the light.
I myself am very critical of the album. My voice is kinda different because I gained weight and was battling a cold. But I'm wearing a pentagram t-shirt under my pink and black stripped button down, as well as a backpack with my MacBook, my Tarot deck and a New Testament/Psalms Bible. I had all the answers at my disposal.
Also, I didn't only sample Curtis Mayfield's #Superfly album. I sampled his #SweetExorsist album and James Brown's "Hell" album. Deeeeeeply rooted Black visions of a darkness beyond segregation. The goal is to open the door to Goth Subculture for fellow lost people, and to show Gothic youth that there are ways to channel your rage and overall energy.
Thanks for joining us, 9th Wonder. We('re) out here in the garage, dooin it how we doo it. Minding our GOD DAMN business, stayin' out of trouble... You know? Let me get focused...
(verse 1)
It's just one of those days. All I wanna do is blaze. Let the instrumental play. It's just one of those days. I fell like frontin' on Haze. A juggalo. Almost a gigilo. Just depends on if I want to get paid. No mystery. MCs wanna get laid. Give away all the shit they got. I got hip-hop in my veins and it stays. Heroin addiction. Feel it when I pop. The industry will pop on me, but I got the Papa Shango disease; cast a spell. Y'all niggas never gettin far from me. I hardly got a disease. My blood clean. Pee clean. Beasting. 9th Wonder on the instrumental. ...dropping them beestings. Off the top rope. Wrestling stings. So we keep it so professional here. Put breath in the air. Cigarette in the air. Never despair. Y'all niggas here.
(chorus)
She sings, and I lose my mind.
She sings, and I lose control.
She sings, and I keep my nerve.
She speaks, and I refuse to stay silent!
(verse 2)
Harder than the first glance. Never take the chance unless it's perfect. Cameras glancing. Afghanistan-in'. Holdin' my high. Keepin' it Amsterdam. No one's alive as far as I can see. Back to the bomb(ed) land. All I can do is have a conversation. Maybe they can understand. Still I'm plottin'. Maybe they watchin'. Maybe they not. Up my sleeve. Another trick. Another sip. What to be? What to believe? May I leave at this instant? Grieving and whimpering. An MC turned lyricist. Backwards. After laughter. Word.
(chorus)
She sings, and I lose my mind.
She sings, and I lose control.
She sings, and I keep my nerve.
She speaks, and I refuse to stay silent!
(verse 3)
Nowadays, the sight of a woman is so rare. The sight of a woman is like "Don't go there, but I know." Not to be inside of the woman who's in my sight, but... dare you know where I go when this airless flow wears out where you would know. She dares me to stroke. Mentally. I dare her to know what this could be. I open my mind. Dilate it. So it's been defined. "Close it, sometimes!" I don't want to have her strollin' behind. You know what I mean. You know the sign. If you don't know, it takes time. Or maybe your mind just gotta be not as clean as those listening. Hope you're gettin' it.
(chorus)
She sings, and I lose my mind.
She sings, and I lose control.
She sings, and I keep my nerve.
She speaks, and I refuse to stay silent!
Thank you to my psych doctor Scarlet. I like the written perspective, on top of the many innuendos and shout outs.
