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D-Sisive | Jonah Hill [from The Great Mr. Nobody]

Soundcloud|Download:   / d-sisive-jonah-hill-tophoodshijacked   From the mixtape: The Great Mr. Nobody [available September 16|2014] Music Hijacked from: Hilltop Hoods ft. Maverick Sabre's Won't Let You Down [    • Hilltop Hoods - Won't Let You Down (Offici...   ] Artwork: Justin 'Chokeules' Lepine [ @chokeules ] Producer: Cam Bluff Mixed: Rob 'Muneshine' Bakker Recorded by Tim 'Timbuktu' Wallace @ FUN, Toronto, Canada. Huge thanks to Hilltop Hoods for permission to use their masterpiece! Follow D-Sisive: twitter|instagram: @DerekChristoff www.SoDesolate.com www.DesolateRadio.com www.DesolateSound.com www.DesolateShop.com www.facebook.com/DerekChristoffStuff - The final scenes of my biopic The curtain call Thousands fill the church parking lot and the boulevard the church is on Singing the words of my early songs Over claps and military stomps Leaving shoe prints in the churches lawn The hearse parks Pallbearers in pyjama pants emerge Carrying my coffin through the churches doors Footage of me projected on the churches walls I’ve never been to church at all But I stole a bible from a motel in Montreal So chances are… I won’t be napping on a cream cheese cloud I’ll be burning where the serpents crawl A sinner in a box who never served The Lord Open the casket Slow reveal Jonah Hill Pale skin…Black rims…A black toquoe Sweatpants…Black t-shirt…Haring tattoo Fuck a black suit I ain’t wearing dress pants to my death dance I’ll go shopping when the jet lands Teardrops on a stone-face Blown noses for an overweight dreamer from Toronto who wrote pain And chose struggle over a diploma in an old frame Should have been a dentist Then get another letter from fan telling me I brought sun to their cold day You ain’t thanking your dentist, son No way I may be broke in the pocket, but I’m so paid Fuck Colgate All I know is song And I’m a keep writing till I’m Jonah in a hole And as long as you’re with me… . I'm feeling like I got a target on my wardrobe The Public Enemy logo on my torso Behind a closed robe Belt, noose knotted on my waistline But I'm still a raisin on the grapevine I remember Marvin Gaye used to sing to me [Oh, things ain't what they used to be, oh no] I let the Pac records on my transistor speak Christopher Wallace thoughts...Will is weak...Pistol screams [Hey yo Big! Hey yo Big!] Crawling out the basement till the blisters on my fingers bleed A state of mind I'm imprisoned in I'm just a rapper in an iPod to you But I'm Derek in the skin that I'm living in Since I was a little kid Whispering "Fuck The World", but too timid to middle finger then Now I'm Too old to live again Spitting on my reflection Regretting I ever said.. . Another lap in the rat race In last place Double lapped Crawling in the fast lane Can't afford to fill the gas tank Too proud to hitchhike to the gas station A dad in a young man's game... Fuck those kids!