Well known for its deep-rooted success in the music industry, Strange Music/M.S.C. Music have hand-picked yet another weapon of mass consumption; "PROJECT: DEADMAN". M.S.C. Music CEO, Mark Cerami, (notorious co-founder of Priority Records), has played a role in the careers of artists such as, Dr Dre. Run DMC, ICE-CUBE, N.W.A., EAZY-E, MASTER P, and many more. M.S.C. has teamed with Strange Music (TECHN9NE, and motion picture "BEEF" soundtrack), to unleash the Midwest's worst kept secret' the debut release "Self Inflicted", from PROJECT: DEADMAN which hit stores nationally on July 13th 2004.
Consisting of members Mike E. Clark and Prozak, Project: Deadman is a super-group formed in 2003 from the Detroit area. Mike E. Clark's legendary production skills have garnered him multiple gold and platinum success, producing artists like KID-ROCK, GEORGE CLINTON, PRIMAL SCREAM, and INSANE CLOWN POSSE. Clark also heads Detroit-based indie label B4 Records, and Edge One Studios. Rapper PROZAK's acidic tongue has gotten him labeled the "Stephen King of Rap" by Murder Dog magazine, hes been in the Midwest underground rap scene for years recording, marketing, and performing with his former group BEDLAM.
"Self Inflicted" contains 17 insanity-laden tracks drifting from industrial political screams, to slamming bass filled rhymes, along with ghostly morbid melody's, this rock/rap duo are sure to catch a wide variety of followers.
The album features special guest appearances by the Kansas City King TECH N9NE, Flint, Michigan's BREED, and THE DAYTON FAMILY, as well as Detroit's own KING GORDY.
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No Rest For The Wicked
Project Deadman Lyrics
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(Prozak)
I sit alone and try to remember why it's obituaries
Diggin up 5 dead bodies so I can play twister and pictionary
Kindy scary how I stay stationary in this monestary
You think it's depressing in the cemetary but it's quite the contrary
Kind of morbid livin in this f**ked up world that we call hell
Oh it's our own souls decaying the result of our wicked ways
Like eatin a bowl of thumbtacs with a side of razorblades
Oh no my hands are bleeding a side effect of stigmata
Terrorists crash into buildings and they claimin it's for Allah
But I holler at your religion Muslim Hebrew or Christian
Havin visions and preminitions of mankinds crucifictions
The body of christ compells you 'cause you do what the devil tells you
Drugs and alcohol excell you like a dirty pimp that sells you
But I'm not here to condemn you criticize or offend
These are the prophecies of Project Deadman here to tell you
No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head(2x)
(King Gordy)
I hold there for shock obsorbance when I rock the orbit
For what it's worth I am not normal I am dark and morbid
Escape from hell the devil's trackin me down
He wears all black with a crown with shocks and horns he gotta be found
Slip through the cracks in the ground
Died but I'm back as a baby from Iraq
Who learned first to live Allah decide what truth is
I'm a soldier pack through deserts walkin through deserts
You're down with the presence of a ghost lost in the present
Cursed to lurk the earth desolate hurts but then again
Many havn't experienced the pleasure of pain
I pity you you're pitiful perish in flames
The rap version of Kurt Cobain
It's an honor when Manson let's me watch him snort cocaine
Life of a rockstar of fortune and fame
Until we blow out our brains hahahahahaha
No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head(6x)
NO REST FOR THE WICKED(2x)
The lyrics of Project Deadman's song No Rest For The Wicked convey a message of despair and hopelessness in a world filled with violence, pain, and suffering. The two rap verses by Prozak and King Gordy are both introspective, non-linear, and often difficult to interpret but they share themes of death, sin, redemption, and spirituality. Prozak's verse is more philosophical and abstract, while King Gordy's verse is more personal and biographical.
Prozak begins his verse by reflecting on the futility of life and the inevitability of death. He describes himself as being in a monastery, which could symbolize his isolation from the world or his spiritual quest for enlightenment. He then mentions the paradoxical nature of being in a cemetery, where the dead seem to have more peace than the living. He associates the smell of decay with the decay of the human soul, which he believes is caused by human wickedness. He then critiques religious extremism and warns against blindly following any ideology that promotes violence or hate. He ends his verse by stating that he is not there to judge or condemn anyone, but rather to deliver a prophecy of doom.
King Gordy's verse is more narrative-driven and confessional. He describes himself as a dark and morbid individual who has escaped from hell, but is being chased by the devil. He portrays himself as a soldier who has been to war, possibly referring to his own experiences in Iraq or the general sense of societal conflict. He expresses a fatalistic worldview, claiming that only Allah knows the truth and that pain and pleasure are intertwined. He then compares himself to Kurt Cobain, the late grunge musician who famously committed suicide. He mentions a twisted sense of admiration for Charles Manson, the infamous cult leader and murderer. He ends his verse by expressing his desire for fame and fortune, even if it leads to self-destruction.
Overall, the lyrics of No Rest For The Wicked are a commentary on the human condition that seeks to challenge conventional morality and offer a bleak but honest vision of reality.
Line by Line Meaning
I sit alone and try to remember why it's obituaries
I'm alone and pondering why there are so many obituaries - why do people keep dying?
Diggin up 5 dead bodies so I can play twister and pictionary
I'm doing something morbid and twisted by using corpses for games
Kindy scary how I stay stationary in this monestary
It's scary how I'm stuck in this place of worship and reflection
You think it's depressing in the cemetary but it's quite the contrary
The cemetery is often seen as depressing, but actually it's peaceful and quiet
Kind of morbid livin in this f**ked up world that we call hell
Living in this terrible world can be macabre, like hell on earth
But will somebody please just tell me what the f**k is that smell
I'm repulsed by a foul smell and don't know where it's coming from
Oh it's our own souls decaying the result of our wicked ways
The smell is coming from within us - our souls are decaying due to our evil actions
Like eatin a bowl of thumbtacs with a side of razorblades
The pain we inflict on ourselves and others is as excruciating as eating a bowl of thumbtacks and razor blades
Oh no my hands are bleeding a side effect of stigmata
My hands are bleeding - like stigmata - as a result of my sins and guilt
Terrorists crash into buildings and they claimin it's for Allah
Terrorists commit atrocities in the name of religion, but this is wrong and goes against the idea of love and compassion
The body of christ compells you 'cause you do what the devil tells you
The teachings of religion, specifically Christianity, should inspire you to do good rather than follow the bad ideas inspired by the devil
Drugs and alcohol excell you like a dirty pimp that sells you
Drugs and alcohol can lead you down a dark path, like a pimp who exploits their workers
But I'm not here to condemn you criticize or offend
My goal is not to judge, scold or hurt you in any way
These are the prophecies of Project Deadman here to tell you
I'm sharing my prophetic words as part of Project Deadman to enlighten you
No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
Angels and demons can never find peace - they are in constant turmoil
No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
Murder victims are constantly tormented and screaming in agony
No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
The guilty and the dead can never find peace, they are forever haunted by their past actions
No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head
The insane voices inside my head are relentless and give me no peace
I hold there for shock obsorbance when I rock the orbit
I have a strong impact on my listeners and they are shaken by my words
For what it's worth I am not normal I am dark and morbid
I'm not ordinary - I'm plagued by darkness and morbidity
Escape from hell the devil's trackin me down
I'm trying to get away from hell and towards enlightenment, but the devil is trying to pull me back
He wears all black with a crown with shocks and horns he gotta be found
The devil is dressed in black with a crown, horns and looks scary
Slip through the cracks in the ground
I'm slipping through the cracks to avoid being caught by the devil
Died but I'm back as a baby from Iraq
I died but was reborn as a baby in Iraq - my soul continues on
Who learned first to live Allah decide what truth is
I've learned that Allah should determine the truth and how we should live our lives
I'm a soldier pack through deserts walkin through deserts
I'm a soldier who is wandering through the desert with a backpack
You're down with the presence of a ghost lost in the present
You're stuck in the present, but you feel the presence of a ghost
Cursed to lurk the earth desolate hurts but then again
I'm cursed to roam the earth in pain and isolation, but at the same time, maybe it's not so bad
Many havn't experienced the pleasure of pain
Most people don't understand the pleasure that can be found in pain
I pity you you're pitiful perish in flames
I feel sorry for you because you're pitiful and doomed to perish in flames
The rap version of Kurt Cobain
I'm like a hip-hop version of Kurt Cobain - tortured, but talented
It's an honor when Manson let's me watch him snort cocaine
It's a privilege to watch famous people like Marilyn Manson do drugs
Life of a rockstar of fortune and fame
I'm living the life of a rockstar, with all its glitz and glamour
Until we blow out our brains hahahahahaha
We'll live life to the fullest and party like there's no tomorrow until we die
NO REST FOR THE WICKED(2x)
The wicked can never find peace, they are constantly punished
Contributed by Noah T. Suggest a correction in the comments below.