[Intro]
Yeah, we got a male here
Found dead at the bottom of the scene
[?]
27 [beeping]
Uh Licence
[More police radio sounds]
Ronald Justice
[siren]
We nedd um, Uh we need some dispatches on the way
[Verse 1]
Twenty seven years old late night driving with high beams reckless driving
With each turn felt like an uprising since seventeen
To make it in the game
Yet, still avoiding the mainstream
My boy dream was to be dreamt of as the greatest of the great
It k**s me inside because they don't think I belong
They think I'm a fake, Listening to 808 & Heartbreak
The world is all mine for the take
It's a process thirty four albums in the make
Ingredients to k** my detractors like DDT
Nalyd's gas is on E
To the C to the I to the T
Go
CITGO
I act like I already know but I see it so clear but I'm into deep though
I drive around each corner as I reach the top pf the mountain heap
Lovers Leap where I once waited for my Dad ever so patiently
I think it's kinda sad I looked up to him but didn't have a reason to
When his best attribute was making me mad
And that is when I was fed up
Enough bullsh** went through
Disappointment
The words of unmeaningful love are anointed
It's hard to get rejoiced when
Since childhood you never had that source of reinforcement
Pussies crying over divorce sh**
But I never had stability
I'd like to think the ability to overcome invisibility is possible
They can't see what I convey
They see me on the everyday and just a**ume I can't be accepted by their type a way
It was just yesterday you called me a gay
Thinking nothing is all I've got
But everything I'm not made me everything I am
But damn this stall must be getting smaller
Are these walls gonna holla because my head is too big for my body
I'm speeding in my car 81' Honda but I'm driving it like it's a bugatti
My ego is inflating, My haters are deteriorating
My satan dick flow is masturbating
While my beat is manipulating
But why is reverbnation saying i'm just a two star ranking
They must be underestimating
Meanwhile my automobile is off the ground and my chest is pulsating
Radio playing bonfires and broken gla**
Carver To The Knob but I'm not in that actual cast
I wear a mask
I'm straightedge but they keep handing me a flask
So I take a sip
My car drifts to the side and I almost hit a ditch
Almost hit a deer
I see the end coming near cause I almost hit a tree
Woah as me, Woah as Ecitsuj
I predicted I'd die at twenty seven but it wasn't meant to
Be tooken literal
All the Clausen tracks the belittle my weaker songs they ridicule
I can't go now but I'm a God
Satan: HAHA No you're not Dylan, you're a facade
Nalyd: What wait who was that speaking to me? Is that you God?
Satan: God? This is Lucifer, You sold your soul to me. What you don't remember me
When you was seventeen you said your only dream was to be on the illuminati team
Nalyd: I take it back. Please let this be a dream. My brakes don't work and I'm too scared to screamI don't wanna fall off the road and die
Satan: Dylan you must die. You knew what you were getting involved with
Don't try to pretend like you don't know
Stop asking why
Twenty Seven years are up so now you must die
Nalyd: NO! I don't wanna go
Satan: Let the brakes go Dylan cause they don't work no mo
Nalyd: Ah f** let me go
Satan: Rest in Peace you poor scrub
Nalyd: I'm too young to die Satan you c*nt haven't you scared me enough
Satan: HaHaHa Nalyd welcome to hell, Your bod is being tugged
To be burnt unti there is no more of you son
Don't play dumb, You knew when you heard the bells it was me who allowed them to be rung
You're just another one added to the list
Another soul missed, Another neck being hung
You're famous now Dylan, Welcome to the 27 Club
[Nalyd Ecitsuj]
I've died a hundred times
I've rhymed a thousand lines
I've lied ten-thousand lies
I've cried a million cries
27 Club nevermind
I've died a hundred times
I've cried a million cries
27 Club, nevermind