Breakfast of Champions
The Hermitt Lyrics

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I'm rhyming in circles
I chewed off my arm to see how it feels
a dyslexic acrobat
I do backflips blindfolded and still hit the mat.
I chase dinosaurs and inhale all the weed you got.
clways looking for a new way to expand my senses.
dowsed myself in gasoline and started smoking despite the consequences
I channel the ghosts of the MC's I slaughtered.

Now that they're dead I'm taking care of their daughters.
I do it like this, I do it like that.
I do it with the whiffleball bat so...
I'm sinister, the chosen one that's here to finish it.
Verbal apocalypse, the original Misfit
I choke the DJ just to sample his pain and put it on repeat.
Put it on repeat.
c walking calamity worst than coyote
Drop an anvil on us all
except I won't miss the road-runner.
I'm the designated gunner
Jump in the back of a plane and fire at the engine while it's still running.
c 44 year old failure
Nothing left to loose but this blade
I'm using to carve these lyrics on my mothers new table.
I don't even need you all's approval.
Failed so many times my future's futile.
I just rap to exorcise demons
But shit I have so many I'm never short on reasons
Oh what did you say? My schizophrenia must be acting up again.
I just heard the voice of Jesus telling me to slay again.
I do it for god can't you all see?!
he, always wants a sacrifice,
but dog what about me?!
Cause Satan's too much of a pussy to help me deal with this pain.
Oh yes, I've gone insane. My meds ran out but I can't complain.
Now I spend my time painting pictures with the alphabet.
Fuck and shit are favored words I implement as my new color palette.
Selling these beauties online is my new racket
But if I ever stop this work I'll probably end up in a straight jacket.

I like to pretend I'm the center of attention
But no one is around
So I talk to my reflection
If you think it's vanity, you're wrong man.
It's more like insanity.

I'm not pissed off. I woke up like this.
This genius comes with my venomous kiss.
This brilliance I own cannot be dismissed
Choke and hold you with rhymes
slip down an abyss
I'm the last star fighter
trigger happy, a fire igniter
On a binge to sever the heads of whack MC's
I'll damper your hype like R-Kelly with pee
These voices need to be satisfied
I killed dr Jekyll, now I'm all Hyde
Concocted a potion for murdering beats
My urge to maim is always on repeat
always on repeat.
This hunger of mine can never feel complete
So if you step to me I'll skew you like meat
You thought the hermitt had retired
But boy where you wrong.
I come hot and blazing
Like the bowl from your bong
From ashes and dust
To this unmovable force
The master mind behind the Illuminati
ill figure unseen, is the one I embody
come out of disaster unscathed
Explosions behind me yet my eyes look unfazed
No failure left for me to fear. I live in it.
Laughed in the face of death
cnd whispered blow me in her candid ears.
rampage through the city like George the gorilla
Smash through your window a natural born killa
I once was strung out on high dozes of heroin
Now I'm dealing these beats like their made of amphetamine
I got you addicted without you even knowing it.
The first time you heard this you thought you'd control it.

Hands shaking from withdrawal, loss of breath like corona.
but the only remedy for this is sonar.

Overall Meaning

In "Breakfast of Champions," The Hermitt delves into a stream-of-consciousness narrative, exploring themes of self-destruction, madness, and the insatiable hunger for artistic expression. The lyrics depict a chaotic and tumultuous journey of a troubled individual wrestling with their demons and finding solace in their artistic pursuits.

The opening lines, "I'm rhyming in circles, I chewed off my arm to see how it feels," sets the tone for the lyrical exploration of self-destructive tendencies. The Hermitt metaphorically describes his acrobatic ability to perform blindfolded backflips and still hit the mat, symbolizing his daring and reckless nature. He embraces a lifestyle of indulgence, chasing dinosaurs and consuming copious amounts of weed to expand his senses.

This self-destructive behavior is further exemplified through the metaphor of dousing himself in gasoline and smoking despite the consequences. The Hermit's lyrical prowess is highlighted as he taps into the spirits of the MCs he has metaphorically "slaughtered" and now takes care of their daughters. The lyrics also touch on the artist's strained relationship with societal norms and the need for validation.

The second paragraph focuses on the artist's struggle with mental health. The Hermit raps about his schizophrenia, hearing voices, and experiencing delusions, such as the voice of Jesus urging him to commit violent acts. He questions the role of God and Satan in his life, feeling abandoned by both. Painting pictures with explicit language becomes a form of artistic expression, while the fear of stopping this work leading to confinement in a straight jacket symbolizes the artist's fear of losing control and sanity.

The closing lines highlight the artist's longing for attention and recognition, even resorting to talking to their own reflection due to their isolation. However, this self-absorption isn't driven purely by vanity but a reflection of their deteriorating mental state. The verses that follow further delve into the artist's merciless abilities as a lyricist, their hunger for success, and their path of destruction of those who stand in their way.

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: RODRIGO LOPRESTI

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