Posing
ⓘ This lostwave is classified as unsolved. | |
| Posing | |
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| Alternative name(s) | Paparazzi |
|---|---|
| Genre | Hip-Hop |
| Year | 1990-2012? |
| Status | Unsolved |
| Original poster | Fiction1183 |
| Search started | 2020 |
| File:Posing.mp3 | |
Posing (also known as "Paparazzi") is an unidentified hip-hop song uploaded to Reddit in 2020 by user Fiction1183.
Background
On April 25th, 2020, the song was first uploaded to r/tipofmytongue by Reddit user Fiction1183, who claimed to have been sent the song by a friend who downloaded it from a song identification thread on an unidentified music-sharing website between 2010 and 2012.[1]
The song first gained attention in the lostwave community on September 23rd, 2021, when it was first reuploaded by YouTube user Acu-Rite.[2]
On November 7th, 2022 YouTube user WhosThisEmGuy identified the song's sample as Charade (1963) by Henry Mancini.[3]
Lyrics
| Presumed Lyrics |
| (Intro)
Yo, you think this is funny Ha, ha, ha! Oh, snap! Posers are funny Yo! (Verse 1) I’m the carbon copy with the black crown That's backgrounded in the lack of an act for a track bound for that sound I’m posing that I’m past found While residing behind enemy lines, while mining and grinding in that mound So profound to be labeled holy ground or A favor to hold me down, where hate will just solely sound it's facts How it's had my back Lacking in the knowledge that despite college or a cottage or a homage I paid now, it's back proud of its accomplishments And yet it astonished this still had to admonish fits of heavenly compliments. For (tact doubting and safe shouting and slaves batting and slaves running?) I hate how we just make out or just take out our mistakes proudly and act out The brunt of our inconsistencies And inconsistent clues And all that indifference leaves us is that route Where the life and the love and the liberty and a pursuit of happiness is blacked out I’ve had about enough of the fast route, that last spout As long as your mask’s out, and about as long as your mask's pouting And posing for cash clout and closing I’m supposing it’s going It keeps flowing for that sound But now I’m holding my mask out And knowing my last sound Could be the breath of this track bound, the track’s sound Now mining and grinding in that mound You call your mind posing in this place, this time, this space This with that sound We’re posing (Chorus) Copycats, deceivers Industry leeches False prophets and fake teachers All y’all be (Posing) Hoping that I come far Be stroking after they watch me Voguing for paparazzi You don't like me, you just say that I'm (hot?) And you swear up and down, you'll be blazed in the spot Man you…(Posing) Hoping that I come far Be stroking after they watch me Voguing for paparazzi (Verse 2) I can’t cast the first stone The first day I spent from my own dome My own stone is spent only for my own clone until the hour I throw it home Sure that I’m more worthy if you heard me claiming clergy is as dirty as one of us ho-hoes I mean it's some (no-does?) Cause these lukewarm suds are swarming and simply leaving me feeling like so-so And someone goes, the soap flows sounding simply like (nose blows and slow pros?) (Medicine is suppose, okie flow the logos?) Okie-dokie and (dodos?) (Into extinct?), you're probably prepping for big hit And giving us low hopes and no goals My shoes are screaming from (lone?) soles Cause your low lows and go-go videos were last lying in those zones (There's no those?), you should be praising the lord, the po-pos (Na na na na na no no no's?) It’s posing for no one to crowd (pro pros?) Sent us, simply came in, any perpetrator that poses a threat to all of us (toe-toes?) Hey, yo, the (tow grows?) And it’s supposed to grow Until the last crow crows Cause we're only a stone throw from the last stone throws (Chorus) (Posing) Hoping that I come far Be stroking after they watch me Voguing for paparazzi You don't like me, you just say that I'm (hot?) And you swear up and down, we'd be blazed in the spot Man you…(Posing) Hoping that I come far Be stroking after they watch me Voguing for paparazzi Copycats, deceivers Industry leeches False prophets and fake teachers All y’all be (Posing) Voguing for paparazzi Stroking after they watch me Hoping that I'm going to stop Too many rap superstars, and not enough mics Portraying lucifer and there’s not enough (spice?) So y'all (Posing) Voguing for paparazzi Stroking after they watch me Hoping that we going to stop We don’t stop |