[Lyric] Renewing Rock N Roll (Saulo Oliveira S. The Prince of Rock)

Renewing rock and roll


Requiem for Mackenzie MacNeil shooting a film

Indie peliculas with Nickolas

Who noticed soon

Inasmuch as composing the tune


“Hey Mack to hide your talent will let you cripple

In a land of blinded people

Your vision is the third eye of an eagle”

I know Nick, but since I lived like an orphan  powered by the liquid reality injected into the veins by needle, in a fucking foster house of hell, and mother and father, well, hypocrites activists were never home to tell cause they were always out practicing charity to other kids, farewell

I had to grow seeing the other been adopted while I was left neglected, the rich poor boy

His family is respected but his mind is deflected as if being affected, a sailor, deep plunge, shipwrecked


Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected

But oh, by the way, said my father before being objected “be quick cause tomorrow you have fencing, swimming, then piano and then golf

So you’ll never be able to say you were not overprotected”

So every time I start something new I got to think if it is it not being successful because I was projected to be rejected

And even though, there’s something I didn’t try, this hip-rap-rock n roll, this could be my goal, says Mark to Nicko

But will the road change me or will I change the road? I’m forever out of time and getting old and often also getting cold

In my beginning mother wanted me to be a lawyer, then I’ve made my grade but the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me it never was, just like a rolling stone, I ain’t “gathering moss”



Then I wrote and direct a drama shot about my fucked up uncle under his wheelchair

The reviews gave me chills

And as far were not fair
It was a fucking relief that it was not everywhere

And has got me singing the shit that I share




Once sat on a cloud

I had nothing to lose, sponsored one, sputtered two, and it’s half past three, who’s god what’s god when compared to me? I’m real and he’s not, the realest beat that hit, who’s god? That dog?

Nothing but a piece of shit, i can dish you and kick you, an easy-peasy monologue, unbearable invisible fraud, I’m bigger than god

Cause we don’t have belly bottom an uncertain origin has gotten us

We came from the void, a blank sheet to be filled to avoid the devoid




I understand, replies his friend, indeed you merged into lots of laws but love is the law, love under will, so be honest, be real, you’re here to fulfill, you haven’t born to die you came here to kill and steal, take this as an encouragement pill, drilling like a drill, the wheels spills and still you shall do what thou wilt cause what doesn’t kill you makes you want to kill

But the words in my mind run so fast

That my future is always in my past
I write, but no one read so it’s like I’m never

Approved in the test




I know soon I’ll rot in the vacuum of oblivion just like the rest, who was that guy?

Mackenzie Mc quest... quest... quest...

He’s not the worse, he’s not the best

Surely a die-hard rock n roll addict, obstinate 24/7

A miscarriage whose asses were kicked out of heaven

Only a little bit outrageous

Maybe a little bit dangerous

And far from be courageous

Why he leaved his independent movies?

What kind of melody has his grooves?


But fuck them, Nick replies

Keep the keep running, you gotta keep on keeping on, keep on beating, keep on hitting, keep on digging and kicking

And as Mack keeps on thinking, the words instantly jumps out of his mouth in a half of a blinking

There are all kind of words coming to hit me, to tricky me, slipping me like drinking me and quickly stiffly bringing me as spitting me and filling me and shitting me or squirting me, sinking me, shrinking me, squeezing me, this hit tingling ringing thing...



Sat on a cloud

I had nothing to lose, sponsored one, sputtered two, and it’s half past three, who’s god what’s god when compared to me? I’m real and he’s not, the realest beat that hit, who’s god? That dog?




Nothing but a piece of shit, i can dish you and kick you, an easy-peasy monologue, unbearable invisible fraud, I’m bigger than god




Cause we don’t have belly bottom an uncertain origin has gotten us

We came from the void, a blank sheet to be filled to avoid the devoid

Let me remind you of when everyone were everywhere, not anywhere, not nowhere, you know where, they were not there, and far again of any fair explanation of who dared to poison the air, was it rare? Was it cared? When Marry Ware married Henry Ware and her step-son Harper Lee proposed improperly a coup against the just married mom Marry as you said don’t come bother me, but he lied compromising your credibility in a classic soap opera with a lack of authenticity, he lied and told the press you were Banksy

Then there were you, in the court, a British trial, you defended yourself, artist out, lawyer in, with your binary file, and said thou I lay in lots of style and do my graffiti art once in a while I ain’t no mystery about my profile, I couldn’t be Banksy, your owner don’t buy this, you see, Harper Lee, the insidious tacky in goatee, begged me to sold him a masterpiece of mine from the museum Guggenheim, I refused what got him confused, and many others amused, so he strikes his father from the company, had a son with his mom and offered me her shares, I yet not cared, could have been a billionaire, fuck, the man talks of stocks while I do my simple socks

That’s how you won a battle, Mack, no trembler, turned yourself into an emblem, stepped on that Hamlet shit sort of relationship

And from now on it’s not enough that you’re succeed, you still need others to bleed


Alright, I may take your priceless advice, it feels like my own new era is getting closer nearer, messing with my viscera, what if I’m the bearer of a code through the mirror, though a bit bierer? There gone the days when it was big stuff burn the mumble rap era, and crowds made it, appearer



Or if I’m just nothing more than what has happened before, I don’t know, the fucking dilemma about the knock on the door, “you’ll never get from the floor” “Hey little Mack shit, from underneath of pits, you’ll never gonna split, the right words to tune mother-ship” but why I keep hearing this shiv in the ribs, cutting me like razor, splashing from lips in my knits, even looking to the end of the phrase the word may be telling you yet no to sit, you loser, don’t take a seat, cause you used the word knits twenty-nine words ago, revealing backwards you stink invoking quits into all I spit

No, no, no Mack, don’t do that, you’re holding on a bomb, when you gonna drop? If you’re bigger than God kill it with best shot, thou you ain’t no damn staff or rod, get your own plot, you ain’t no forgot, you born to spot, they’re an unified robot, but you definitely not, it’s getting hotter this hot, this is tiptoeing trending to top



Cause you are...



Renewing rock and roll to bow a large new flow that puts you in control to slow and low  reload the re-roll and go below where the glows gardens grows and goes gold

You’re this typo that lives in a steeple, pretty people ignoring the ripple that leads to an equal sequel. Damn your damage drama, damn demented dazed days

This takes to that

That makes the shakes, you see, somebody aches, bakes and cakes a fake sort of “let’s make” thing


Wow

Obviously you’re not taking a bow

You know what I’m talking about

And I’m talking about to...


Sat on a fucking cloud

You had nothing to lose, sponsor another one, don’t spit but threw up, who’s god what’s god when compared to you? You’re real and he’s not, the realest beat that hit, who’s god? That dog?

Nothing but a piece of shit, we can dish him and kick him, an easy-peasy monologue, unbearable invisible fraud, we are bigger than god

Cause we don’t have belly bottom an uncertain origin has gotten us

We came from the void, a blank sheet to be filled to avoid the devoid


Outro

At the end, just as god, there was no Nickolas

Only Mark playing his ridiculous

Improvisation to himself in the mirror

He flushes in the toilet all his issues

Sometimes life is about disses




Sorry for the nonsense flow

But now I finally got

I can be the door and I can be the knock

I’m irrevocably the Prince of Rock

It’s only the first of many upcoming flows

They can write on the earth “soon his flame will got a blow”

But I will write and sign in the sky

“I’m renewing rock and roll”