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• Artiste: Embis
• Titre: 'Till The Reaper Come
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When you lay down in bed What's the first thing you think about? (Huh?) The last thing you were speakin' 'bout? Some of you can go to bed free of doubt (Maybe) I think in bed, 'bout repayin' my debts To the ones who have left me who already dead She said— Until that reaper come You will not stop for nothin' Until your feet are numb And nothin's left but rot and rubbish I don't need too much Just once, I've asked for somethin' See, it's my dyin' wish Just promise me you'll find your lovin' And 'til that reaper come (Come) You will not stop for nothin' (Nothin') Until your feet are numb And nothin's left but rot and rubbish (Rubbish) I don't need too much (Too much) Just once, I've asked for somethin' (Somethin') See, it's my dyin' wish Just promise me you'll find your lovin' Rippin' up the wall as I cock back and throw Always punch 'em all, never kick it off of the dome They don't seem to pop, must I make it pop to explode? Cut the H-I out the name hip-hop just to grow Reach a high, it's ironic 'cause I'm taller than before While I'm sayin' "Bye" to the Mike with the stunted growth As I am buyin' a microphone that costs a hunnid mo' Only see the number one, I don't see the number— oh You can analyze me down to my last movement See, I know that I passed and the past proves it I'm a one hit wonder? Fucker, that's bullshit See this one shtick sum up to a fat two clips Two verses per song and they'll last two minutes Thirty-two bullets sent with my accuracy See, when I reach, that's at least two hits Bitin' my shit, you might leave toothless! As I am possesin' your headset, I reach through them 'Cause I know what it's like just to be clueless If I can be honest, I just need to admit that I don't really got the energy to attempt to Turn rap into a means to an end I'm egregious within, maybe greed for a bit Think because we outcasts that we bleed bluer than The same ones we crawl back to and plea to again Like she said— Until that reaper come You will not stop for nothin' Until your feet are numb And nothin's left but rot and rubbish I don't need too much Just once, I've asked for somethin' See, it's my dyin' wish Just promise me you'll find your lovin' And 'til that reaper come (Come) You will not stop for nothin' (Nothin') Until your feet are numb And nothin's left but rot and rubbish (Rubbish) I don't need too much (Too much) Just once, I've asked for somethin' (Somethin') See, it's my dyin' wish Just promise me you'll find your lovin' Maybe that hope was unrealistic At one point, convinced it was truly sadistic Sometimes, I'm just wonderin' if she really meant it To be honest, now I'm thinkin' 'bout the shit every minute It was the phrasing, certain words, way she would say things During her last days, maybe I'm just crazy When they're on their death bed, tired and they're hazy Find pareidolia within the grumblings of daydreams May seem like a major cope, but I'm pacing Racing, tryna find a hole in the way things Unraveled or a fault in my recollection Pickin' up a local reception A hopeful perception in a soul full of sepsis When you want some closure and there's only one exit Get a forklift for the boulder on necks or Open up your heart or what's in front on your chest then Truth really is, 'fore my grandmother passed What she said didn't hit 'til the phantom was dragged I was lookin' through pics of the fam, after that Had a breakdown like a fuckin' van had just crashed! I got whiplash, slavery to thoughts when it zipped past Does she forgive me for the sins? I admit that I wasn't there when she finally did pass Couldn't see that image of her dyin' when she went bad! Nah When you lay down in bed What's the first thing you think about? The last thing you were speakin' 'bout? Some of you can go to bed free of doubt I think in bed, 'bout repayin' my debts To the ones who have left me who already dead She said— Until that reaper come You will not stop for nothin' Until your feet are numb And nothin's left but rot and rubbish I don't need too much Just once, I've asked for somethin' See, it's my dyin' wish Just promise me you'll find your lovin' And 'til that reaper come (Come) You will not stop for nothin' (Nothin') Until your feet are numb And nothin's left but rot and rubbish (Rubbish) I don't need too much (Too much) Just once, I've asked for somethin' (Somethin') See, it's my dyin' wish Just promise me you'll find your lovin' "Find your lovin", what does that mean? "Find your lovin", what does that mean? *Gun cock* *Deep breath*