Who is Mister Core?


Something’s brewing at the back, and it’s ready to attack.

So who is the victim? Take a peek!

Killing Mister Core (Teaser 1)

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What’s a man got to do
To be done with your poo
Should I lick on your shoe
And make sure it’s all new

I must fight for my meal
It’s a truth too damn real
When I don’t get to feel
How you stab with a heel

Don’t you know I feel sick
From a choice I must pick
For a chance on the peak
That will show who is weak

Once I pay off my dues
Go and talk on the news
But I won’t be your muse
Who will die for your views.

Hell


I’ll cut the crap and make a call
To save my mind or save you all
Since what you love to do is beg
The three of you will feel my leg

Slamming right at your skin-deep bones
Cracking to show the world your pride
Falling from worlds that made you think
Messing with me would drown me dead

Yet here I am to burst your hopes
Cause I won’t end it all with ropes
Now let this be the day you choke
From all my pain that’s not a joke

Sitting in front of three dead lives
Looking for tongues to call me out
Waiting for love and not their hate
Sleeping in peace to leave this hell.

Reset


Looking back to the days I sang
Dying notes from when I was high
Screaming off so much that I got
Bleeding words out of all that pain

Begging me to just walk and leave
Swinging times that had left me high
Wishing what I have felt won’t stop
Dreaming a life of stars and cash

It’s too bad the stage was ready
When I cracked and fell too early
As the crowd saw what was ugly
I just walked and left their party

Now I’m here to sulk and regret
A chance I lost and can’t forget
Let me go and chase my sunset
For a chance to close and reset.

Name


You told me they will know my name
But I don’t need that one night fame
When all I need are souls that move
Once I can get this chance to prove

My work of art and all its scars
Were born to paint a life in bars
Cause I all get is self-help shit
That will not let the truth to hit

Since screwed-up lives
From screwed-up hives
Bring hate-fuelled knives

Or so they say
To get their way
Like it’s their day

The games they play to rape my name.

Lawless


They’re flexing their muscles
When startups need hustles
That’s something to respect
When mentors don’t collect

I should be so gracious
But my heart is anxious
If your name’s not listed
It’s the truth you twisted

Don’t give me your story
Cause you are not sorry
They made you a member
Once you shot a founder

He’s bleeding all over
And gushing red water
Your startup is useless
The system is lawless.

Money


If Mr. Therapy will steal some money
Then Mrs. Poetry will work for money
While Mr. Salary will find more money
And Mrs. Gallery will show the money

For all the rich folks
Who love to sip cokes
And look for bad blokes
To get some nice pokes

Why am I still here
I’m all out of beer
To look at your rear
As if I’m your dear

Can Mr. Therapy just steal your money
If Mrs. Poetry won’t work your money
Cause Mr. Salary can’t find your money
For Mrs. Gallery to show your money.

Slice


That slice was mine to take
But you ate what they made
Now I’m left with this growl
It won’t back down and die

I guess that’s who you are
With a shrug and a smile
As you walk off with pride
Like there’s no one in front

Well I’m right in your way
And you can’t run from me
When it’s time for your life
To be pinned down and sliced

Don’t you scream like I care
Cause you can’t kill the guilt
From an act filled with greed
Once I carve out that slice.

Sale


My words come from my heart
Cause life will throw your dart
To ooze your thoughts for free
And stick what’s you on me

As if you look so neat
When all I smell is shit
Now scoop it off my face
So I can find my mace

No I don’t want your cash
I’ll pound you to a mash
Go on and cry my name
But I won’t play your game

Here lies a man of turds
Who said that all my words
Don’t live to tell my tale
When I just made a sale.