It’s your aim to shame me
Just please spare me your sanctimony, Semula
Seems like you're mocking me
The way you’re talking to me
And closing doors
Every time I step in the arena,
Semula
Can’t trust a man when he’s thriving And one sick motive keeps him driving Using fighting words
Though it’s manifold
You know who gets hurt
In this warrior ordeal,
Semula,
Your loved ones will be proud of you And say their judgment reflects
Harsh Riddims chronicles the underground dance/hip-hop scene in Atlanta, and their latest compilation is full of oddball delights. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 14, 2020