"Dying Breed" is another song off of the last Prolo CD called The Long Haired Lounger/The Dread Headed Stranger. At this point, I was into writing hooks for every song before I even wrote lyrics for it. That didn't last long with me because I have a natural indy rapper's distrust of anything fun like a catchy hook. For the underground-happy indy rapper, music is meant to be painful and unenjoyable and involves deciphering and footnotes, not catchy hooks.
Anyways, I dig this song a ton, especially the second verse. Were my father still alive, and somebody told him I made rapping musics, and he confronted me about it belligerently after a fifth of Jim Beam one Saturday afternoon, this would be the song I'd play for him to ease his worried mind.
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