Bad Actors (feat. Dawningale)

Bad Actors (feat. Dawningale)

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So I ended up switching some things around because the music I made for this track kinda grabbed onto me again.

I already had one verse for it that I really liked, so I knew this song needed a special chorus. I reached out to folks, and Dawningale was the one who knocked it outta the park with her original chorus composition & vocal.

I can't wait for you guys to hear this!

Details

• Duration: 3:23
• Genre: Experimental Hiphop
• Production, Lyrics & Lead Vocal: Hygiene
• Chorus Lyrics & Performance: Dawningale

• Duration: 3:23
• Genre: Experimental Hiphop
• Production, Lyrics & Lead Vocal: Hygiene
• Chorus Lyrics & Performance: Dawningale

Lyrics

These rap battles are such factless black apples
Babies rattle then they tattle on bad actors
Four factors that matter in such matters:
Mo-ti-va-tion can shatter some tight shackles

Back to back, though, how they hassle and heckle
I’ll just have these hecklers for breakfast with french toast
How could it be it’s gluten free and so divine?
From time to time, I’ll just have to crush a bent flow

While we widen the tent poles
And worship unchecked growth
Can’t forget that dollar’s scent, though
Managed to forget the manifesto

Thirteen in a gee been studying the Kenpo
‘Guess it was all about the headstone
Reading “watch this dollar cross the threshold”
Can’t stop counting the death toll

So many questions, life’s falling short
Of what it could have been.
This ain’t no fantasy [This ain’t no fantasy]
So many questions, what do I wanna live for?
Can’t find no guarantees. Where are my sweet dreams?
[I hardly know how to begin]
So many questions life’s falling short
[You’re the only one who’s ever told me the truth]

A quiet life is nine-to-five but I’ve got treasure that’s hid
I’m sick of laying a brick wall
After starting to dig, bricks rooted in crystal

Hygiene should have been on the Tai Chi
Might be I trade the gee for some Nikes
White t-shirt with the smiley
Wool hat drip with some alleycat swish down a side street

I’m transcending these eons
Eyes Day-Glo I pray so ’til respect is l33t epoch
Downed defense / phreaked response
Slay deep-space, deep-state, Jane Doe

Non-essential workers like a space probe
Treat ‘em like a scapegoat
Turn out to be the grace note
Number one make it so
Hygiene live feed likely so ill

Hygiene psyche no frills
Those up in high towers get no deals
Don’t negotiate with terrorists or no killers
Your highness ain’t been licensed for no kills

So many questions life’s falling short
Of what it could have been.
This ain’t no fantasy [This ain’t no fantasy]
So many questions what do I wanna live for?
[No guarantees. No guarantees. No guarantees.]
[This ain’t no fantasy]
Can’t find no guarantees. Where are my sweet dreams?
So many questions life’s falling short [I hardly know how to begin]
Of what it could have been. This ain’t no fantasy
So many questions what do I wanna live for?
Can’t find no guarantees. Where are my sweet dreams?

These rap battles are such factless black apples
Babies rattle then they tattle on bad actors
Four factors that matter in such matters:
Mo-ti-va-tion can shatter some tight shackles

Back to back, though, how they hassle and heckle
I’ll just have these hecklers for breakfast with french toast
How could it be it’s gluten free and so divine?
From time to time, I’ll just have to crush a bent flow

While we widen the tent poles
And worship unchecked growth
Can’t forget that dollar’s scent, though
Managed to forget the manifesto

Thirteen in a gee been studying the Kenpo
‘Guess it was all about the headstone
Reading “watch this dollar cross the threshold”
Can’t stop counting the death toll

So many questions, life’s falling short
Of what it could have been.
This ain’t no fantasy [This ain’t no fantasy]
So many questions, what do I wanna live for?
Can’t find no guarantees. Where are my sweet dreams?
[I hardly know how to begin]
So many questions life’s falling short
[You’re the only one who’s ever told me the truth]

A quiet life is nine-to-five but I’ve got treasure that’s hid
I’m sick of laying a brick wall
After starting to dig, bricks rooted in crystal

Hygiene should have been on the Tai Chi
Might be I trade the gee for some Nikes
White t-shirt with the smiley
Wool hat drip with some alleycat swish down a side street

I’m transcending these eons
Eyes Day-Glo I pray so ’til respect is l33t epoch
Downed defense / phreaked response
Slay deep-space, deep-state, Jane Doe

Non-essential workers like a space probe
Treat ‘em like a scapegoat
Turn out to be the grace note
Number one make it so
Hygiene live feed likely so ill

Hygiene psyche no frills
Those up in high towers get no deals
Don’t negotiate with terrorists or no killers
Your highness ain’t been licensed for no kills

So many questions life’s falling short
Of what it could have been.
This ain’t no fantasy [This ain’t no fantasy]
So many questions what do I wanna live for?
[No guarantees. No guarantees. No guarantees.]
[This ain’t no fantasy]
Can’t find no guarantees. Where are my sweet dreams?
So many questions life’s falling short [I hardly know how to begin]
Of what it could have been. This ain’t no fantasy
So many questions what do I wanna live for?
Can’t find no guarantees. Where are my sweet dreams?