| "Like Riding A Bike" | |
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| Song by Hot Karl | |
| Recorded: | 2016 |
| Released: | June 06, 2016 |
| Format: | Digital |
| Length: | 3:49 |
| Samples: | Big Brother & The Holding Company - Piece Of My Heart |
| Producer: | Mike Shinoda |
Background
Two clips of new music were posted by Mike Shinoda on Snapchat on May 26. The first clip was an instrumental while the second was a clip of him rapping over a sample of "Piece Of My Heart" by Big Brother And The Holding Company.[1]
On May 30, 2016 the Los Angeles artist Jensen Karp premiered a new Hot Karl (Jensen's rap name) song during his Get Up On This podcast. He said the song is called "Like Riding A Bike" and, besides laying a verse down, Mike Shinoda did the beat. The song also features verses by Jensen Karp's longtime friends Ali Abnormal and Intuition.[2]
"Like Riding A Bike" was officially released for free download on SoundCloud on June 7, coinciding with the release of Jensen's new memoir "Kanye West Owes Me $300: And Other True Stories from a White Rapper Who Almost Made It Big".[3]
A slightly different version of the song was released for free download on Jensen's SoundCloud account on June 6 (instead of the previously announced June 7 date). Mike's first line was changed to remove "Damn Daniel" as the first two words of the song.
Versions
Note: Only the date of the very first release of each version is listed.
| Title | Album | Length | Recorded | Released | Notes |
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| Like Riding A Bike | Like Riding A Bike | 3:49 | 2016 | June 6, 2016 |
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| Like Riding A Bike | 3:46 | 2016 | May 30, 2016 |
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Lyrics
Damn, Daniel, like the founder of Spotify
Streamin' freemium heat / your wounds'll get cauterised
Right in front of every fickle fan that you're followed by
Like blackhat hackers, you'll be lookin' for compromise
Your man's laughin' while we're watchin' you backpedal
The crowd's cringin' / you can't win / your attack's mellow
I'm half-hopin' you'll still rap when the laughs settle
Bodied by a singer from a band that did rap-metal?
Shit / I digress / where to start?
('Cause) whether I'm the biggest or I barely chart
Count wins on the tracks and the mic and art
I'm a legend in three games like I'm Jensen Karp
So irreverent / I tip-toe up
And whisper that you're more irrelevant than "Real World" Puck
Have you up at night, countin' all the reasons I suck
And I would love to hear about it but I ran out of fucks
Got a story so real had to write it as non-fiction
Fucking up the game like Scott Storch's drug addiction
My diction, though with conviction, despite my mission
Halted by the vision of businessmen with bad decisions
Twenty years ago I was the next rapper to break
Only to end up like Michael Jordan's crying face
But please don't mistake that I'm not ill as straight sick
Fuck with my dogs, I'll hunt you down like I was John Wick
I wrote a memoir which is a dope thing to hear
'Til I found out Ja Rule also wrote one last year
Oh well, I guess it's just a string of bad luck
But like Russell dating Ciara I don't give a fuck
Kanye owes me 300 bucks from his wealth
And my book about that shit is now on shelves
And every white rapper since 2001
Makes me feel like Doc Rivers cause I'm coaching my son
I'm done
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some dope lyrics to step to
So I grabbed on a mic with a pen so I could write
It's like riding a bike, it's like riding a bike
Because it's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some dope lyrics to step to
So I grabbed on a mic with a pen so I could write
It's like riding a bike, it's like riding a bike
It's kind of hard, we only talking in my Twitter page
Hating on a cracker rap critic in a fit of rage
Sit center stage, sip gin and Minute Maid
Old hipsters stick dick to every single Tinder date
Smooth it out, more bass than a tuba snout
Daggering a brown-skin betty with her booty out
Loop the music 'til the YouTube user shout
"HOODY WHO the fuck are you and what is you about?"
I never knew, that's why I stayed middling
Living in Los Angeles, fucking with all them fittin' chicks
It's no surprise that I'm down to date strippers
When my fifth grade crush's real first name was Cinnamon
Huh, I'mma leave that there
Being this self-aware shouldn't be that rare
Catch me in the club with a mean-ass glare
Because I'd rather be at home in a beanbag chair
It's real rap
Ralph Waldo Emerson's invisible eye
In the cart the high-top, fly, pelican, fly
Storm-born Targaryen, you barbarians
Then I take a piss on every graveyard they buried in
Psychopathic thoughts of a violent author
In the dark scribbling with a Pilot marker
I put a basket of roses on your casket as it close
While I'm cracking clams open in the back of Gladstone's
The American Werewolf is back home
Returned on the first full moon, you cast stones
None of y'all can touch the Chi of the G
Nasty M.C. from the Caspian Sea
Demented, red-lining off the head
I'm out my fucking mind, kid, I'm off my meds
I'm like Marv buckwilding in the City of Sin
Love rhyming like them guineas love Vinnie The Chin
And I'm out
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some dope lyrics to step to
So I grabbed on a mic with a pen so I could write
It's like riding a bike, it's like riding a bike
Because it's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some dope lyrics to step to
So I grabbed on a mic with a pen so I could write
It's like riding a bike, it's like riding a bike
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External Links
References
- ↑ Mike Shinoda shares clips of new music, May 26, 2016
- ↑ 246 Jensen & Matty de Get Up On This | Listen free on SoundCloud, May 30, 2016
- ↑ Hot Karl song w/ Mike Shinoda: "Like Riding A Bike", June 02, 2016