Soliddoc - STRETCHER (visualizer)

NOWY ALBUM WAR PAINT: https://open.spotify.com/album/6G89m1...   / war-paint   Muzyka, słowa, mix i mastering: Soliddoc Reżyseria: Soliddoc Zdjęcia: Daria Kałuża Pomoc na planie: Patrycja Swaczyna Montaż: Soliddoc TEKST: Everybody make some room Everybody make some room Everybody make some room Everybody make some room Everybody make some room (uh) Everybody make some room (yea) Everybody make some room (uh) Everybody make some room (yea) Everybody make some room (who is my?) Everybody make some room (who is my?) Everybody make some room (who is my?) Everybody make some room (who is my?) Everybody make some room (who is my?) Everybody make some room (who is my?) Everybody make some room (who is my?) Who is my friend who a foe I don’t know anymore I can’t let these vampires walk through my front door I ain’t finished just yet but they want an encore I can’t let it go even if my hands sore Not everyone get it they not in that mode Cause maybe you stoned in the whip that’s your bro’s Thinking you’re hard cause I know how it goes But you only rap for attention you whore Discretion, my section, come get me ima need protection No question, not to mention, I said it with the worst intention Fake kind got old real quick I need some new but you ran outta hits, hits Why would I not diss the people that wishing me ill? We do them like this, this Fuck your list, list match energy when you hear this Y’all gotta come up with better bits, when will you learn that I never miss? War, paint on my face We get rifles by the case Gotta drag me out this place I ain’t leaving till I’m in a- War, paint on my face We get rifles by the case Gotta drag me out this place I ain’t leaving till I’m in a stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Everybody on my mark told you put them in a Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher If they leaving from this building bet it’s in a stretcher Came out the gate and I’m swinging I gotta drop bodies even when I’m out singing The guard don’t come down What the fuck were you thinking? Just leave me alone I don’t wanna be linking Who the fuck is you? I forgot you Who the fuck with you? That’s not my crew No I don’t miss you, I still wanna diss you I hate you people and that is my issue I might just turn this weakness into my biggest weapon This is my second amendment Do I look like I would be half stepping? Everybody want a piece of me but I can’t even piece myself Peace to all you bitches and I hope you find somebody else woah These tells like a K leave a dot on your head everybody like “DAMN.” Shots pierce my skull and I thought was dead but my brain told that lead to go on and just scram Kablam bitch War, paint on my face We get rifles by the case Gotta drag me out this place I ain’t leaving till I’m in a- War, paint on my face We get rifles by the case Gotta drag me out this place I ain’t leaving till I’m in a stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Everybody on my mark told you put them in a Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher If they leaving from this building bet it’s in a stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Everybody on my mark told you put them in a Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher Stretcher If they leaving from this building bet it’s in a stretcher Ambulance coming with sirens that sound got no mercy it’s just like a tyrant Like Odysseus I hear em all in my nightmares K to The A cause I gotta kill them all Who’ll be behind me when I’m gonna fall? All of them feel like they want me to crash They saw the stache and thought I was Killer Goodbyes I need me a rave at my grave I need me a killer goodbye I’m a killer inside, a killer outside I’ll show you sometime I’ll write a verse that have somebody die my pen give me killer insight Look at me there’s not a killer in sight Put pen to the paper I’ll show you my pride I look so pale you thought that I died But I came back just to spit out my life you hoe Who think I don’t have it? You be off your rocker Keep doing my dance but I’m not a tik toker Bitch I’m a star best put on sun blocker Still got the secret stuff inside my locker Heard DMX and said I wanna rap Don’t say that my genre is only trap Won’t do what I’m told I do me exact Won’t stay in the box, why would I do that? Somebody told me to “do only phonk” Said fuck that and went on to do punk I never miss cause it’s always a dunk And I am my bar so I cannot flunk Woo