Once Upon a Time in Hollywood Songtext
von Logic

You always scream, you always scream
You always scream, you always scream

(Roslyn) "Favorite Quentin Tarantino movie is"

You always scream, you always scream
You always scream, you always scream

Hey yo, ah
1, 2, 3, 4
Kill Bill, Jackie Brown
Pulp Fiction, and Reservoir
Pete Delore, Cinematic Metaphor

Nine years since I did The Incredible True Story
Now let me break down my career through the films in this category
In the back lot, surrounded by guns, killers, and crack rock
Wish God could′ve re-edited that shot
I guess not
The L O G I C, open your mind like already she eat


At 14, cinema was my morphine
Surrounded by more fins
So I can describe the sighting foreseen
Crazy 88 versus The Bride
My house was fortified
Single mothers mortified as their children died
Why the killers, I don't bill any
Show up to court and lie
See, I discovered hip hop through Volume 1
Tarantino hit the RZA, left the whole world stunned
Now I heard of Wu Tang, but never truly knew the gang
First seen in the movie
Nancy Sinatra, bang, bang
Sample that shit through the MPC and apply the swing
I′m down to rap it all

36 Chambers, release the catapult
Next thing I know, I'm bumpin Holyville for Cuban links
Build up my armor like a Brinks
Supreme clientele got me out here, wanna be rockin minks
Nas is up next, Queensbridge with him, gangsters pump text
Mos Def was rockin with the roots, then I discovered rap
Packed, sippin scotch at the Santa Rockin suits
Blend it all together, what you get, that's young Sinatra
Prepare for departure, partner, just me and my room
Steady vision like a Dolly Zone
Hopin I′ll make it out probably soon
Smokin my lungs like Mr. White, I′m far from Mr. Right
My childhood home, really, honestly, I don't miss the sight
Nothin but fight or flight, we never freeze
Increase the light up by degrees and then ignite the trees


With ease, rattpack what they call us
A boss like Marcellus Wallace
Droppin jewels like Bad Motherfucker is on my wallet
Discover the Delfonics from the sonics of the third film
I′m cookin without a kiln, but yeah, we still pushin
Afraid of flyin full of fear at the airport like Pam Grier
From Metropolis to Upgrade, we finally made it here
Flipped the track like stuntman
Mike, I'm feelin Death Proof
Moment I left the booth, now check the proof
I drop Bobby Tarantino in the valley in Encino
I can finally feel the heat like De Niro and Al Pacino
Every track that I record feel like another Nazi scout
I′m Django on a horse, now watch me mount
Any amount of Sam Jack
In a hateful eight, comin face to face with his fate
That's me at sixteen, millimeters from my dream

I guess it all started with Kill Bill, but after a couple of mil
I started to feel like they couldn′t respect
The skill still attain what I did
Living a dream in a four story crib
I could have never imagined as a kid
Everything he wanted to attain I did
Felt like I has been
Finally saw the code behind the matrix, like an admin
Said, fuck Hollywood and move to a cabin
As a man in the game
Unrelated to Rick Golden Spitfire and Flo Moton

Wanted nothing more than to open that gate
For a dinner party next to Polanski and Tate
So when I saw Rick climb the mountain at the end of the movie
I realized all the shit these people been talking
Just moving through me
I felt like a failure with the world on my hand
This is something only less than the 1 percent understand
Was always in demand until I wasn't

Fuck the hamster wheel
You're not a human, fuck how you feel
You don′t have the same passion and skill
As you did when you were younger
And you never will fill the void

Your fans want you in the past like Christopher Lloyd
Been on tour for 10 years like a marine that′s been deployed
And now none of it matters, just my woman and my boy
So when I finally saw Rick
Though in the fit thinking it was it
I felt the same identically cause we been through the same shit
Felt like my heyday passed
The dinner my wife says it has

You'll never have the passion that you had
Cause you were trying to make it out not end up like your mom and dad
It drove me to tears at the table
Knowing that I′ll never be able to relive it and give him my all
Constantly get a state of awe
Cause ain't no way that you can do what you′ve been done
The only thing that I'm that passionate about these days, my son
Already won this game, it′s for the young
Not playing that shit, too grown to be number one
On top of this rap shit (cont.)