Monster-Max 1 Upchurch
"Monster-Max 1" by Upchurch, released in 2021, blends #Country and #Rap. The song explores themes of resilience, self-identity, and overcoming adversity. Upchurch's unique style combines storytelling with a hard-hitting beat, reflecting his Southern roots. Its cultural impact lies in its appeal to a diverse audience, bridging genres.
[Intro]
They mad I got the soul, motherfucker
Church
This is KalaniOnDaBeat
[Verse 1]
Slit my throat, can't tell ’cause my red neck
Bleedin' racin' fuel, brain runnin’ like a Hellcat
Which genre? You won't have 'em thinkin' that I spell cast
Music City magic, feel like I'm finna rob Batman
Beat the game up so much I can't even see a mic stand
Hip-hop goin' over their head like it's mic legs
Mic check, hooked up like a side gig
Cash cowboy and I be writin’ my own checks
Gimme the problem, I ain’t playin' possum successor, reclaim
Cross and take scissors to cut a track and vocals stopped workin’
Drop curtain, I'm come beatin' the top circuits
No need to give me flowers, every field I got flourished
Every time I dot I's on my fine line
I find time to travel deep inside the shaft to craft mine
Motherfuckin’ hillbilly, motherfuckin' holler boy
B-b-bad motherfucker ridin' in my Tonka toy
Rollin' so stoned, got the coffin in the long bed
Bet they wanna kill Bill but my presidents have been dead
And safe, call it presidential placement
When I stepped on the track they yelled "Racist"
They mad I got the soul, motherfucker
Church
This is KalaniOnDaBeat
[Verse 1]
Slit my throat, can't tell ’cause my red neck
Bleedin' racin' fuel, brain runnin’ like a Hellcat
Which genre? You won't have 'em thinkin' that I spell cast
Music City magic, feel like I'm finna rob Batman
Beat the game up so much I can't even see a mic stand
Hip-hop goin' over their head like it's mic legs
Mic check, hooked up like a side gig
Cash cowboy and I be writin’ my own checks
Gimme the problem, I ain’t playin' possum successor, reclaim
Cross and take scissors to cut a track and vocals stopped workin’
Drop curtain, I'm come beatin' the top circuits
No need to give me flowers, every field I got flourished
Every time I dot I's on my fine line
I find time to travel deep inside the shaft to craft mine
Motherfuckin’ hillbilly, motherfuckin' holler boy
B-b-bad motherfucker ridin' in my Tonka toy
Rollin' so stoned, got the coffin in the long bed
Bet they wanna kill Bill but my presidents have been dead
And safe, call it presidential placement
When I stepped on the track they yelled "Racist"
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