A song that took over four hours to record due to the experimenting needed to find the right deliveries and vocal tones.
It was inspired by the dark atmosphere of Dementia, one half of the realm called Shivering Isles in the add-on of the same name to the game Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.
I wanted...
[Verse 1]
As my status quo conflicts with what I would become
If my dreams go true, sometimes I truly think my shit is done
Realize a nigga desperate to make it out the slum
Don't forget your roots, show respect to the culture
I can do that later on, when to wealth I got closer
The more my mood shifts, the less with myself I feel in tune with
I lose grip, ponder the past, justification?
What the fuck d'you know about 9 years with no vacation?
No relations with my family? Shit, they mad at me
I strayed from what was planned for me, my father is black, you see?
Racism still alive, my mom got insulted for having me
As you see, yes indeed I got grown
To the culprits, who're full of shit, here's some I wanna say
You got a snake for a spine as your backbone because you fake
Wouldn't speak ya mind if forced to, no, I can't ignore you
I hate you, sometimes, I want to kill all you
[Hook]
Bones crack, skulls burst, murder, kill, slaughter
Ribs break, blood flows, furthermore torture
All I want to do is to end your existence
And then I'll refrain...
Cause I know I must show love
Not to get back, just because
Inner peace I must achieve
For one day I cease to be
[Verse 2]
...understand *sigh*
That my patience undergoes strain, these fuckers demand
Every bit of self-discipline, to not let their brains
Be exposed to a 9 millimeter, with that itch in my hand
They try to say my way of life is obsolete, I should change it
Accept the faults of other people, grant a chance to each stranger
Sleep around with 1000 women, till I die or find the right one
Who slept with 1000 men before me, proceed with the story
Divorced, remarried, cheated on, seize revenge, beat the bitch
Beat the case afterwards, forget it, cause a homie snitched
Prob'ly fucked her too, love is through, end my existence
With a pistol I brought from George W., like fuck a prison
I stand alone in the recording booth, staring at Andy
Would you please gimme the damn beat?
I know you turned it off, because you can't stand me
When I rap about this psychotic shit...
I've got to find a way to block these thoughts up out my head
Serenity is a lifetime goal, but I need bread
I need a girl that give me love and not just a pussy
Trust me, if these bitches saw me at the edge, they would push me
This is only my Demented side, entering street races
With rented rides, hit the grid girl then peel out of sight
Or doing drive-bys at drive-in McDonalds
But then compared to my Manic side, the Demented is harmless...
[Hook]
Bones crack, skulls burst, murder, kill, slaughter
Ribs break, blood flows, furthermore torture
All I want to do is to end your existence
And then I'll refrain...
Cause I know I must show love
But not to get back, just because
Inner peace I must achieve
For one day I cease to be
Dementia was produced by Andy Schlegel.