Скачать или смотреть The Wilderness-187(Remix) - Merc Frosst(Lyrics in Description)

Released September 12th, 2017 by Crhyme Records. Remix of The Wilderness by V-Love featured in the movie and soundtrack 187 starring Samuel L. Jackson. Recorded September 11th, 2017.

Beat Produced by V-Love(Andrew Valentine)
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Matt Yane(Montreal)
Written and Composed by Merc Frosst(Montreal)

For Promotional Use Only

Yo bout to 187 this mother fucking track like it's 1997 and bringing it way fucking back man.
Shit. Listen. Look.

Verse 1
Pinned down the needle in the cushion
Forces pushing but spirit lifting higher then the judge is sitting. Reality hitting. Dreams drifting. The minds prison, locked up inside myself, clock up on the shelf,glock next to it.
I need some help. Lash out I can't even scream or shout breath short,fresh off the court.
Van Damme with the blood sport,always craving more like on TV,15s done you can't see me like John C.
The hood Houdini pulling rabbits out the hat tricks up my sleeve potions that you need.
Got a couple mouths to feed couple months I'm free, back with twice the heat like Miami versus Phoenix that's some third degree burners on a murder spree,meet a mark for a eighth at 7 leave with the sugar and cream,now in heaven free from the tragedy of social savagery the past panicking the present snapping back attacking. The future focus lacking,we can't have it that which is not ours so just imagine a place without bars outerspace the moon or mars,we all stars deserve the attention a mere mention of how bright we shine like a lighthouse when the waves cresting blasphemy turned to blessing,bad things happen that's a learnt lesson. Directing an intersection of happiness and aggression harder then a metal spoon mind bending, thoughts never trending.
Verse 2
My train of thought jumped the tracks way before the radio stations crowds waving and rappers hating. I been taking steps forward a couple back but I ain't complaining like I said I'm training to leave waste to these bitches staining the music yes it's aging but what the fuck they saying they just obeying not even paying attention to laws they making. I'm left praying a bulletproof monk on a jet plane chopping Kane Raidin and Jaxson I'm just playing Mortal Kombat games aiming GTA style slaying fish filaying these sharks dogs with no bark trees with no spark I bring the light when it's dark I bring the kite to the park can't stop the jump start. Brains blast apart a shot to the heart like Pulp Fiction they ain't slamming hard my soul dark like Onyx bacdafucup and play your part treat this shit like a fucking art. Drawing conclusions from the illusions polluting students rooting bias and eluding to unproven lies they using continue abusing those left confusing success with amusement. This songs a movement so get to moving be human be stupid say fuck it and lose it, point it back and shoot it. Emotional veins on some blue shit yep that's some true shit left bruising boxed out we boxed in then cut in half like a magicians incision, words written with rhythm and wisdom. Seeking truth the mission dropping bombs like nuclear fission a new and clear vision. Bad habits I'm kicking like football's in England. The powers that be overseas sinking innocent beings in an ocean so deep the eyes cannot see when the soul be corrupted. Fuck greed it's love interrupted. Sound the trumpet. The sound is bumping like drunks in traffic running leave em stunned and humming. Now ain't that something it came from nothing. Looking around observing justice serving those who look down on persons splurging on products purging our dollars and sense of self. New belt pants and hat made from felt but with no feeling, a heaven in hell.