Shippy and his paranormal crew filmed a movie called SEEKERS: A Haunting on Hamilton Street, which is based in Saginaw, MI, where Shippy, Brian Harnois, Father Calder, and his crew go into reportedly haunted places and try to find evidence of the paranormal by video and EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon). The DVD was released Friday, October 29, 2010. A second volume was produced and released in August, 2011 and will premiere at the Temple Theater in Saginaw, MI on October 28th and 29th of 2011. Pre-production has also begun on a 3rd volume to be released in 2012.
Full moon
Prozak Lyrics
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Maybe it’s just best to leave my by my lonely, homie
Maybe we ain’t friends, if you want my trust show me
People actin’ kinda funny like a full moon
Got me feelin’ dark gloom, and igniting my psycho just like some gas fumes (3x)
Maybe I should set an example, extract some blood samples
Run this razor blade across his throat and adam's apple,
What the fuck you starin’ at, what the fuck you take me for?
Take this as an act of war,
Dressed in black and strap my lord
Act like demons from the past I’m tappin’ at your chamber door
Quote the raven "nevermore", Edger Allen, I implore
Hope you prayed before you were placed underneath this cellar boards
I’m goin out like berkowitz, your existence superfluous,
My persistence to hurt you and remove you from this earth
And it’s vital that I complete the cycle,
Proceed to murder your idols on pins and needles, leave you bleedin’ with knives and rifles.
(Chorus) x2
I’ve been in this game so long,
I’m numb to the pain, hold on
I function this way, mind gone,
You takin’ my place? (Dead wrong)
I’m infamous, incision you to increments,
With these instruments of vigilance, have you wishin’ for innocence
Beat you into submission, bitch
Show you the mind of villain instead of killin’ it, lyrically like you ain't feelin’ this
Always perceiving, steven to be the seed of a demon
Cause you can’t seem to beat ‘em or cease ‘em from breathin’.
I’m sick of this, ignorance, illegitimate, hatin’ shit
Bitches, stay up out my mix, jockin’ on my style, so sick
You talk about my style so much you might as well be my publicist,
Twenty-ten, back again, resurrect like I’m from Nazareth
(Chorus x2)
Huh, people actin’ real funny, you know what I’m sayin’?
There must be a full moon in this mother fucker of something.
The lyrics to Prozak's song "Full Moon" describe feelings of betrayal and mistrust, which have been ignited by the behavior of people around him. He suggests that it may be best for him to be alone and questions whether he has any real friends. The full moon seems to bring out the worst in people, causing him to feel like he is in a dark place and bringing out a sort of madness or psycho-like behavior in him.
The lyrics continue with vivid and graphic descriptions of violence towards those who have betrayed him. He talks about taking blood samples and cutting throats and tearing bodies apart, then disposing of them. The violent imagery continues with references to demons and the quote "nevermore" from the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe. He talks about wanting to murder his "idols" and leaves the listener with the impression that he is willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge.
Overall, Prozak's "Full Moon" is a dark and unsettling song that explores themes of betrayal and violence. It is a powerful and emotional piece that leaves a lasting impression on the listener.
Line by Line Meaning
Maybe it’s just best to leave my by my lonely, homie
It may be better for me to be alone than to be around people who are dishonest and untrustworthy
Maybe we ain’t friends, if you want my trust show me
If you want my trust, then prove that we are truly friends
People actin’ kinda funny like a full moon
People are acting strange and irrational, like they do during a full moon
Got me feelin’ dark gloom, and igniting my psycho just like some gas fumes
I feel a sense of depression and anxiety, and my violent tendencies are being triggered
Maybe I should set an example, extract some blood samples
Perhaps I should take matters into my own hands and make an example of someone by harming them
Run this razor blade across his throat and adam's apple
I should slit his throat with a razor blade
Dismantle his body into pieces, sink him in this reservoir
I should dismember his body and dispose of it in a body of water
What the fuck you starin’ at, what the fuck you take me for?
Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm weak?
Take this as an act of war
Consider this to be a declaration of war
Dressed in black and strap my lord
I am dressed in black and carrying my weapon
Act like demons from the past I’m tappin’ at your chamber door
I'm going to haunt you like a demon from your past
Quote the raven "nevermore", Edger Allen, I implore
I'm referencing Poe's The Raven, and telling you that you will never be free from my terror
Hope you prayed before you were placed underneath this cellar boards
I hope you prayed before I buried you under this floor
I’m goin out like berkowitz, your existence superfluous
I'm going to die like Berkowitz, and your life is meaningless
My persistence to hurt you and remove you from this earth
I am committed to hurting you, and killing you if necessary
And it’s vital that I complete the cycle
It is crucial that I finish what I started
Proceed to murder your idols on pins and needles, leave you bleedin’ with knives and rifles
I will torture you and force you to watch as I kill those you admire, and then I will use knives and guns to make you suffer
I’ve been in this game so long
I have been in the rap game for a long time
I’m numb to the pain, hold on
I have become desensitized to the struggle and hardship of this lifestyle
I function this way, mind gone
This is how I cope, my mental state is deteriorating
You takin’ my place? (Dead wrong)
If you think you can replace me, you are very wrong
I’m infamous, incision you to increments
I have gained notoriety, and I will cut you into small pieces
With these instruments of vigilance, have you wishin’ for innocence
I will use weapons to punish you, and you will long for a time when you were innocent
Beat you into submission, bitch
I will physically assault you until you submit to me
Show you the mind of villain instead of killin’ it, lyrically like you ain't feelin’ this
I won't actually kill you, but I will show you that I'm the real villain. My words are weapons that will penetrate your soul
Always perceiving, steven to be the seed of a demon
People always think I'm evil or demonic
Cause you can’t seem to beat ‘em or cease ‘em from breathin’
Because you can't seem to defeat me or prevent me from living
I’m sick of this, ignorance, illegitimate, hatin’ shit
I'm tired of people being ignorant and disrespectful
Bitches, stay up out my mix, jockin’ on my style, so sick
Stay out of my business, don't copy my style
You talk about my style so much you might as well be my publicist
You're talking about me so much, you're basically promoting me
Twenty-ten, back again, resurrect like I’m from Nazareth
It's 2010, and I'm back again like I've been brought back from the dead like Jesus in Nazareth
Huh, people actin’ real funny, you know what I’m sayin’?
People are acting really strange, do you know what I mean?
There must be a full moon in this mother fucker of something.
There must be a full moon or some other weird phenomenon affecting people's behavior.
Contributed by Sydney W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.