Hillside Nomads

Hillside Nomads: Defying Norms with Sonic Rebellion
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Lyrics

Here I go, sonic boom, guess that this means thunder strucked

Expressing a powerful entrance or impact, likening it to the force of thunder striking.

choppin, up and cuttin down, you better bring a lumber truck

Ready for action, warning others to prepare adequately for the challenges ahead.

Open up the fuckin trunk, outnumbered it sums it up

Facing overwhelming odds but remains resilient, emphasizing numerical disadvantage.

but I'm never outgunned, coming with that double shot

Confident in facing challenges, bringing extra strength or effort (double shot).


you - figured me out, cause of my clothes and of my long hair

People have formed judgments about the speaker based on appearance.

OH! -little bit of doubt, minimal of clout, I invoke fear

Addressing doubt and lack of influence, invoking fear despite minimal recognition.

No! - typical and loud, get em while they down, when the smoke clears

Rejecting conformity and loud behavior, advocating for seizing opportunities discreetly.

nomads always land on their feet, you better hold hands

Emphasizing resilience, suggesting unity among like-minded individuals for strength.


we take it back to the basics, so fuck the habits of changing

Rejecting trends and sticking to fundamental principles despite societal changes.

these major factory's apeshit, and on their path to just failing

Criticizing large corporations and their destructive behavior, predicting their failure.

wearing a mask when portraying, yo and they practically faceless

Highlighting the lack of authenticity in portraying oneself, possibly referring to masks worn in society.

and these bastards tenacious, and yo they lacking the patience

Describing tenacious and impatient individuals lacking endurance.


for what it takes

Expressing the effort required to achieve greatness and the need to envision larger goals.

to be

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one of the greats

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to me

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raising the stakes

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to see

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the greater shapes of things!

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so I'm

Working silently and patiently, perhaps in a strategic manner, waiting for the right moment.

working in silence while I kill time

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on the grass knoll, sniper on the hillside

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chorus:

Rejecting conformity, resisting being a mere component in a system, asserting independence as "hillside nomads."

-don't wanna be a chip in a program

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collect all their shit then we throw it back

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pat ourselves on the back when we're old, man!

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no format, hillside nomads

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flame spitter, shape shifter, ashy breath and cracked lips

Describing oneself as a flame-spitting, shape-shifting force with passion, contrasting it with something fleeting.

I'm bending over backwards so hard that I'm doing back flips

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their flag ship, disaster, it'll float with some passion

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what you got, never lasting? honest!? yeah you got jack shit!

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take your highway, this is still my own path

Choosing a unique path over the mainstream, exploring challenges independently like a nomad.

explore this desolate wicked bitch on horseback

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bricks in the wall, yeah delete the program

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i'm always going up, like a Hillside Nomad

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I'm sick of the dumbing down, kids they seem dumber now

Criticizing the dumbing down of society, particularly younger generations, and highlighting the importance of the underground.

it's funny how, the common noun, relates us to these mumble clowns

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always run their mouths, never praise the underground

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you'll learn the hard way that what comes around, it comes around

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and skill is everlasting

Stressing the enduring nature of skill, advocating for surpassing mentors and achieving unexpected success.

the student need to stand up to the master, surpass him

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to tell you the truth, I never thought that could happen

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but here I am smashing, decapitating bastards

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chorus:

Reiterating the rejection of conformity and the celebration of individuality as "hillside nomads."

-don't wanna be a chip in a program

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collect all their shit then we throw it back

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pat ourselves on the back when we're old, man!

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no format, hillside nomads

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The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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