Polybius Kill Bill: The Rapper
"Polybius" by Kill Bill: The Rapper, released in 2022, blends #HipHop with introspective storytelling. The lyrics explore themes of nostalgia, mental health, and the impact of technology on personal connections. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a haunting beat. The song reflects on societal anxieties, resonating with listeners in the digital age.
[Intro: Street Fight Game Announcer]
It's showtime!
You can't give it up!
Go for it, man!
[Verse]
Chasing every frequency that's bad for me
They bounce against my skull and every pattern that could baffle me
My pace could never change, approximated with the snail's toe
Build a different beast or give a fuck just where my tail go
Precipice of levitation decreating? gravity, this medicine is set in
Wait, can't set a date that's grabbing me
I'm ten toes rocking back and forth, no diagnosis
Rhyming for the rhyme and check the scene, won't find a motive
Pull the mask back
You rap cats ain't slick, go find your oil one, Ric Flair
This shit's rare and shadowed hollow foils, I'm not dumb
Try to play me but the game Polybius
I stuck out on my neck to watch you throw the lamest hissy fit you pissy
Get the picture, we can frame it how you wanna
Fly as Birdman in the 90's
It's the number one stunna, I could puncture lungs, crush you with the smoke, you got jokes boy, been at this half my life
It go as deep as Pop Smoke voice
I'm not afraid
I think I'm Marshall with his corny ass
Life is but a blink, a subtle wink and then these 40's pass
That's not a threat
Guile's Sonic boom, I'm trying to pop a jet
My therapist implores that I forgive, but I do not forget
It's showtime!
You can't give it up!
Go for it, man!
[Verse]
Chasing every frequency that's bad for me
They bounce against my skull and every pattern that could baffle me
My pace could never change, approximated with the snail's toe
Build a different beast or give a fuck just where my tail go
Precipice of levitation decreating? gravity, this medicine is set in
Wait, can't set a date that's grabbing me
I'm ten toes rocking back and forth, no diagnosis
Rhyming for the rhyme and check the scene, won't find a motive
Pull the mask back
You rap cats ain't slick, go find your oil one, Ric Flair
This shit's rare and shadowed hollow foils, I'm not dumb
Try to play me but the game Polybius
I stuck out on my neck to watch you throw the lamest hissy fit you pissy
Get the picture, we can frame it how you wanna
Fly as Birdman in the 90's
It's the number one stunna, I could puncture lungs, crush you with the smoke, you got jokes boy, been at this half my life
It go as deep as Pop Smoke voice
I'm not afraid
I think I'm Marshall with his corny ass
Life is but a blink, a subtle wink and then these 40's pass
That's not a threat
Guile's Sonic boom, I'm trying to pop a jet
My therapist implores that I forgive, but I do not forget
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