The Forgotten Lyrics

Song	The Forgotten
Artist	Zack Hemsey
Album	Empty Room
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	Verse 1:
	Whatever takes to lay to rest all competition, I do
	So pray to repent that those devout forgotten will not find you
	Don’t make an attempt to follow, wallow in your own discomfort
	Discover how to pay your respects, accept them as your brother
	I’m leaving a path through trails of mud
	Anointing all those in pales of blood
	Then focus their lives on lies
	And find they’re hopeless in eyes of mind and why
	We not designed, we right on time
	And when we arrive we get it live
	Just acknowledge we on fire
	Nine Leaves are the set design
	Record time remaining nameless
	Formless cuz your forms are shameless
	You’ve forgotten where you’re from
	And all your flaws that made you famous
	Threats are painless, aim this at your heart to make the pain lift
	Shape-shift on this track to scratch your name right off the game’s list
	Plain shit I am sick of rappers
	Pissed cuz I’m a sicker cracker
	Fire blacking out the room of places that you stage your acting
	You’ve forgotten where’s your passion
	Need to ask, that’s my infraction
	Show me where your skills at and I’ll show you how to hack and slash ‘em


	Chorus: (excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop)

	Some are being pushed through the machine
	And being told what to do

	They’re not challenging themselves anymore
	They forget about themselves as an artist

	That may be how it evolved, but that’s not necessarily how it has to be though

	Some do what they want to



	Verse 2:
	I’m backhanding the game, she aint treating us right
	I aint really the one but I cherish her life
	I blame the change on us, the same must go for me
	Our love is deep but I only write once a week
	Listen, I never held a nine besides my 9 to 9
	No jail time, trust me, my life is fine
	I even rhyme in a suit
	Cuz my pursuit of happiness is to spit the truth
	You lose
	And I don’t gotta change up my flow
	It is what it is, you can ride or you don’t
	You’ll decide as I go
	Every line you can scope
	I aint losing sleep
	You could live a lie but I won’t
	I aint beat money, you could talk about all your doe
	Man life is sweet
	You could peep my gut as it grows
	Hold the cheddar for the cheese
	And your beef for the streets
	Two sides of a coin, my point, we both eat
	So yes, I really gotta say this is great
	You can hate on my hate so your hate’s just the same
	Don’t be mad at me homie I paved my own lane
	Speaking honestly, homie you’re a waste of a name
	A waste of my space man, check out my frame
	I’m drained but I still speak my piece
	This last piece of hate
	For these you’ll take heat
	Y’all wear shades in the club
	I’ll rock mine on the beach
	Please…



	Chorus: (excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop)

	It’s a competitive sport, Hip Hop
	Everything is “I, I, I” because you have to prove that you’re the better emcee

	And of course it’s a business

	Hip Hop wasn’t derived from that

	There is this other dimension of Hip Hop

	There are these songs all over the world


	Verse 3:
	They’ve already forgotten
	How it sounds, felt the taste it
	Before the industry reshaped it and raped it
	Landscaped your face, now you’re the Mona Lisa
	You gotta do what they do or they won’t release ya
	The fans may greet ya, but you can’t look them in the eyes
	I guess your hustlin’ features was just a disguise
	Make us believe ya, at least you could try
	You wanna get rich lying relying on false pride
	Sold your soul for the price of the gold and the ice
	Now you’re a hoe with no hold and they’re controlling your life
	You were exposed to the light but prefer being dumb
	The who, what, where
	When will you remember one
	The place you’ve begun
	Look what you’ve become
	Succumb to what sucks for a successful some
	Regrets you’ll have some
	Respect you’ll have none
	Cuz when it’s all said and done you’re one loss was the love



	Chorus: (excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop)

	People are forgetting who they are, what Hip Hop culture is, and why they’re doing it
	That’s the forgotten

	Everybody in Hip Hop is not an artist

	You’re doing what you think people want you to do rather than who you are

	There’s no innovation



	Verse 4:
	Have you ever had the feeling of being in slow-mo
	The type of case that comes with a thinking of “oh no”
	Or had a vision showing your future as so low
	But without a way in which you could alter or re-sow
	Well I’m a bring it through like a leader that bestows
	A speech upon his men that’ll heed ‘em to let go
	Of the artificial skin that just keeps ‘em in limbo
	These seeds will bring the being intended to first grow
	You’re heading to and fro on a path that is void of pride
	Happy to put aside who you are on the inside
	In truth I can’t surmise if this turned out all by design
	Did you intend to play the fool or did other people decide
	Did managers advise you sever ties for prize
	Well now your dragon slumbers while goblins are on the rise
	I’m trudging through the snow while you building a man of lies
	I’m speaking to your soul but it’s greeting me with goodbyes
	And now it’s time to hide cuz I’m wrecking your false disguise
	I’m stepping through the haze with intention to bring demise
	And when the rug gets pulled and the mirror brings its surprise
	Look into your eyes with the question of “who am I”

	Verse 1:
	Whatever takes to lay to rest all competition, I do
	So pray to repent that those devout forgotten will not find you
	Don' t make an attempt to follow, wallow in your own discomfort
	Discover how to pay your respects, accept them as your brother
	I' m leaving a path through trails of mud
	Anointing all those in pales of blood
	Then focus their lives on lies
	And find they' re hopeless in eyes of mind and why
	We not designed, we right on time
	And when we arrive we get it live
	Just acknowledge we on fire
	Nine Leaves are the set design
	Record time remaining nameless
	Formless cuz your forms are shameless
	You' ve forgotten where you' re from
	And all your flaws that made you famous
	Threats are painless, aim this at your heart to make the pain lift
	Shapeshift on this track to scratch your name right off the game' s list
	Plain shit I am sick of rappers
	Pissed cuz I' m a sicker cracker
	Fire blacking out the room of places that you stage your acting
	You' ve forgotten where' s your passion
	Need to ask, that' s my infraction
	Show me where your skills at and I' ll show you how to hack and slash ' em


	Chorus: excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop

	Some are being pushed through the machine
	And being told what to do

	They' re not challenging themselves anymore
	They forget about themselves as an artist

	That may be how it evolved, but that' s not necessarily how it has to be though

	Some do what they want to



	Verse 2:
	I' m backhanding the game, she aint treating us right
	I aint really the one but I cherish her life
	I blame the change on us, the same must go for me
	Our love is deep but I only write once a week
	Listen, I never held a nine besides my 9 to 9
	No jail time, trust me, my life is fine
	I even rhyme in a suit
	Cuz my pursuit of happiness is to spit the truth
	You lose
	And I don' t gotta change up my flow
	It is what it is, you can ride or you don' t
	You' ll decide as I go
	Every line you can scope
	I aint losing sleep
	You could live a lie but I won' t
	I aint beat money, you could talk about all your doe
	Man life is sweet
	You could peep my gut as it grows
	Hold the cheddar for the cheese
	And your beef for the streets
	Two sides of a coin, my point, we both eat
	So yes, I really gotta say this is great
	You can hate on my hate so your hate' s just the same
	Don' t be mad at me homie I paved my own lane
	Speaking honestly, homie you' re a waste of a name
	A waste of my space man, check out my frame
	I' m drained but I still speak my piece
	This last piece of hate
	For these you' ll take heat
	Y' all wear shades in the club
	I' ll rock mine on the beach
	Please



	Chorus: excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop

	It' s a competitive sport, Hip Hop
	Everything is " I, I, I" because you have to prove that you' re the better emcee

	And of course it' s a business

	Hip Hop wasn' t derived from that

	There is this other dimension of Hip Hop

	There are these songs all over the world


	Verse 3:
	They' ve already forgotten
	How it sounds, felt the taste it
	Before the industry reshaped it and raped it
	Landscaped your face, now you' re the Mona Lisa
	You gotta do what they do or they won' t release ya
	The fans may greet ya, but you can' t look them in the eyes
	I guess your hustlin' features was just a disguise
	Make us believe ya, at least you could try
	You wanna get rich lying relying on false pride
	Sold your soul for the price of the gold and the ice
	Now you' re a hoe with no hold and they' re controlling your life
	You were exposed to the light but prefer being dumb
	The who, what, where
	When will you remember one
	The place you' ve begun
	Look what you' ve become
	Succumb to what sucks for a successful some
	Regrets you' ll have some
	Respect you' ll have none
	Cuz when it' s all said and done you' re one loss was the love



	Chorus: excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop

	People are forgetting who they are, what Hip Hop culture is, and why they' re doing it
	That' s the forgotten

	Everybody in Hip Hop is not an artist

	You' re doing what you think people want you to do rather than who you are

	There' s no innovation



	Verse 4:
	Have you ever had the feeling of being in slowmo
	The type of case that comes with a thinking of " oh no"
	Or had a vision showing your future as so low
	But without a way in which you could alter or resow
	Well I' m a bring it through like a leader that bestows
	A speech upon his men that' ll heed ' em to let go
	Of the artificial skin that just keeps ' em in limbo
	These seeds will bring the being intended to first grow
	You' re heading to and fro on a path that is void of pride
	Happy to put aside who you are on the inside
	In truth I can' t surmise if this turned out all by design
	Did you intend to play the fool or did other people decide
	Did managers advise you sever ties for prize
	Well now your dragon slumbers while goblins are on the rise
	I' m trudging through the snow while you building a man of lies
	I' m speaking to your soul but it' s greeting me with goodbyes
	And now it' s time to hide cuz I' m wrecking your false disguise
	I' m stepping through the haze with intention to bring demise
	And when the rug gets pulled and the mirror brings its surprise
	Look into your eyes with the question of " who am I"

	Verse 1:
	Whatever takes to lay to rest all competition, I do
	So pray to repent that those devout forgotten will not find you
	Don' t make an attempt to follow, wallow in your own discomfort
	Discover how to pay your respects, accept them as your brother
	I' m leaving a path through trails of mud
	Anointing all those in pales of blood
	Then focus their lives on lies
	And find they' re hopeless in eyes of mind and why
	We not designed, we right on time
	And when we arrive we get it live
	Just acknowledge we on fire
	Nine Leaves are the set design
	Record time remaining nameless
	Formless cuz your forms are shameless
	You' ve forgotten where you' re from
	And all your flaws that made you famous
	Threats are painless, aim this at your heart to make the pain lift
	Shapeshift on this track to scratch your name right off the game' s list
	Plain shit I am sick of rappers
	Pissed cuz I' m a sicker cracker
	Fire blacking out the room of places that you stage your acting
	You' ve forgotten where' s your passion
	Need to ask, that' s my infraction
	Show me where your skills at and I' ll show you how to hack and slash ' em


	Chorus: excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop

	Some are being pushed through the machine
	And being told what to do

	They' re not challenging themselves anymore
	They forget about themselves as an artist

	That may be how it evolved, but that' s not necessarily how it has to be though

	Some do what they want to



	Verse 2:
	I' m backhanding the game, she aint treating us right
	I aint really the one but I cherish her life
	I blame the change on us, the same must go for me
	Our love is deep but I only write once a week
	Listen, I never held a nine besides my 9 to 9
	No jail time, trust me, my life is fine
	I even rhyme in a suit
	Cuz my pursuit of happiness is to spit the truth
	You lose
	And I don' t gotta change up my flow
	It is what it is, you can ride or you don' t
	You' ll decide as I go
	Every line you can scope
	I aint losing sleep
	You could live a lie but I won' t
	I aint beat money, you could talk about all your doe
	Man life is sweet
	You could peep my gut as it grows
	Hold the cheddar for the cheese
	And your beef for the streets
	Two sides of a coin, my point, we both eat
	So yes, I really gotta say this is great
	You can hate on my hate so your hate' s just the same
	Don' t be mad at me homie I paved my own lane
	Speaking honestly, homie you' re a waste of a name
	A waste of my space man, check out my frame
	I' m drained but I still speak my piece
	This last piece of hate
	For these you' ll take heat
	Y' all wear shades in the club
	I' ll rock mine on the beach
	Please



	Chorus: excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop

	It' s a competitive sport, Hip Hop
	Everything is " I, I, I" because you have to prove that you' re the better emcee

	And of course it' s a business

	Hip Hop wasn' t derived from that

	There is this other dimension of Hip Hop

	There are these songs all over the world


	Verse 3:
	They' ve already forgotten
	How it sounds, felt the taste it
	Before the industry reshaped it and raped it
	Landscaped your face, now you' re the Mona Lisa
	You gotta do what they do or they won' t release ya
	The fans may greet ya, but you can' t look them in the eyes
	I guess your hustlin' features was just a disguise
	Make us believe ya, at least you could try
	You wanna get rich lying relying on false pride
	Sold your soul for the price of the gold and the ice
	Now you' re a hoe with no hold and they' re controlling your life
	You were exposed to the light but prefer being dumb
	The who, what, where
	When will you remember one
	The place you' ve begun
	Look what you' ve become
	Succumb to what sucks for a successful some
	Regrets you' ll have some
	Respect you' ll have none
	Cuz when it' s all said and done you' re one loss was the love



	Chorus: excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop

	People are forgetting who they are, what Hip Hop culture is, and why they' re doing it
	That' s the forgotten

	Everybody in Hip Hop is not an artist

	You' re doing what you think people want you to do rather than who you are

	There' s no innovation



	Verse 4:
	Have you ever had the feeling of being in slowmo
	The type of case that comes with a thinking of " oh no"
	Or had a vision showing your future as so low
	But without a way in which you could alter or resow
	Well I' m a bring it through like a leader that bestows
	A speech upon his men that' ll heed ' em to let go
	Of the artificial skin that just keeps ' em in limbo
	These seeds will bring the being intended to first grow
	You' re heading to and fro on a path that is void of pride
	Happy to put aside who you are on the inside
	In truth I can' t surmise if this turned out all by design
	Did you intend to play the fool or did other people decide
	Did managers advise you sever ties for prize
	Well now your dragon slumbers while goblins are on the rise
	I' m trudging through the snow while you building a man of lies
	I' m speaking to your soul but it' s greeting me with goodbyes
	And now it' s time to hide cuz I' m wrecking your false disguise
	I' m stepping through the haze with intention to bring demise
	And when the rug gets pulled and the mirror brings its surprise
	Look into your eyes with the question of " who am I"

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