The Shining Ransom & Nicholas Craven
"The Shining" by Ransom & Nicholas Craven, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, introspection, and overcoming adversity. The lyrics reflect personal struggles and triumphs, showcasing vulnerability and strength. The production features atmospheric beats, enhancing its emotional depth. The song resonates within the underground hip-hop scene, highlighting the artists' lyrical prowess and authenticity.
[Intro]
“Hey y’all, I got a great new album in the mail today.”
[Intro: Ransom]
Yeah
So beautiful, man
So beautiful
Damn, Craven
The fuck
Making me feel like Melvin & the Blue Notes or some shit
Yeah, I’m Melvin though, nigga
Ha ha ha ha
[Verse 1]
Stay in your place, young man, you are not in my league
I’m bearing arms like when my mother tied knots in my sleeves
You got to believe we getting drunk on the yacht to Belize
Or at the lanes with ten on the stallion, ain’t no shot at defeat
I get a fiend a hundred dollars to polish the V’s
Then off to the Four Seasons, y’all niggas pour Seagrams
My niggas laying with models fresh from the Norwegians (facts)
Talking these languages from a lost region
And all my whores vegan, you can’t at all meet them
Couldn’t draw interest before, looks like the score’s even
Put a price on your father, I can’t afford treason
He’ll be a dead man walking, somebody call Negan
Violence on this elegant instrumental’s a strong reason
Time is probably most quintessential when you in long grieving
Got to know it’s all in your mental, we all fought demons
I don’t want them thoughts in my temple, I’m just a lost heathen
“Hey y’all, I got a great new album in the mail today.”
[Intro: Ransom]
Yeah
So beautiful, man
So beautiful
Damn, Craven
The fuck
Making me feel like Melvin & the Blue Notes or some shit
Yeah, I’m Melvin though, nigga
Ha ha ha ha
[Verse 1]
Stay in your place, young man, you are not in my league
I’m bearing arms like when my mother tied knots in my sleeves
You got to believe we getting drunk on the yacht to Belize
Or at the lanes with ten on the stallion, ain’t no shot at defeat
I get a fiend a hundred dollars to polish the V’s
Then off to the Four Seasons, y’all niggas pour Seagrams
My niggas laying with models fresh from the Norwegians (facts)
Talking these languages from a lost region
And all my whores vegan, you can’t at all meet them
Couldn’t draw interest before, looks like the score’s even
Put a price on your father, I can’t afford treason
He’ll be a dead man walking, somebody call Negan
Violence on this elegant instrumental’s a strong reason
Time is probably most quintessential when you in long grieving
Got to know it’s all in your mental, we all fought demons
I don’t want them thoughts in my temple, I’m just a lost heathen
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