| Song | The Forgotten |
| Artist | Zack Hemsey |
| Album | Empty Room |
| 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" |