THIS THAT HARDCORE SHIT
• Written by wasp
concrete sweats oil where the weak shit evaporates
gutter flow thick, clogs drains, suffocates
saw a poser flinch, reflex faster than truth
knuckles split on brick, aint no fuckin' youth
cheap perfume stings mixed with piss alley steam
aint ambiance. Its the fuckin' baseline dream
fake thug facade cracks, plaster dust thin
shows the scared kid hidin' the same fuckin' skin
heard a hard track whine, synth strings crybaby clean
sounded like safety scissors cuttin' magazine scenes
this aint melody. Its a brick through plate glass
Impact fractures silence, leaves jagged fuckin' mass
respect they demand, earned on sight
not studio lies burnin' fake neon light
real sweat stench hangs where the real fights ignite
no scripted outcome. just who walks upright
saw a chain snatched once. flash gold, desperate cling
wasnt the loss hurt. was the emptiness it bring
symbol hollow, rattles like loose change cheap
true weights the scar tissue buried fuckin' deep
this is lung collapse, blood-vessel burst
voice raw as gravel spread over fresh dug dirt
no scab hidin' the infected wound
just the real fuckin' sound of gettin' typhoid ruined
stage lights blind, good. burns the fuckin' fraud
exposes the tremor in the hands playin' god
this aint entertainment. Its open fuckin' vein
spillin' truths nobody wants, permanent stain
they talk pain soft focus, pastel filtered blur
this pain grinds teeth down, constant low snarl
embedded like shrapnel, moves when the bone shifts
no cathartic release. just the fuckin' abyss
that manufactured edge is a plastic serrated knife
breaks on first contact, costs a fuckin' life
this edge is flint struck, sparks burnin' bone dry
Ignites the whole fuckin' frame before you die
the silence after? thicker than clotting blood
echoes the impact, the final fuckin' thud
no encore curtain. just the empty lot cleared
proof real shit happened. witnessed. and fuckin' feared
this aint a request. Its a fuckin' fact
hardcore aint bought. Its the shit you can't take back
