a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de over pressure - ko-doomzday

[verse]
yeah, i knew a guy who was signed to a record label
he was the next one up, famous as h-ll, a second later
he was walking down the home when he heard a gunshot
he was self-inflated, situated, lone when he hit the top
he was in the dead night silence when he heard it pop
let’s rewind a little, since a kid, he was absorbed in music
wanted to change pеople’s lives, not lose it
and hе did that by freestylin’ the beats that his homies moved wit’
he was a lone wolf, he grew up in the farmland
dad died a heart attack when he was three, he took a long pant
his mom neglected him which is what got him into rappin’
he saw a couple famous people cover their lives up, he wanted to see what happened
so he bought himself a computer and proceeded to buy a camera
he freestyled for a whole month, he mastered the art of the stammer-
ing, he thought he was the king, he was humble
but then he became self-absorbed and he stumbled
right down a path, he moved to the rotten apple
and i don’t know what happened for a while, he would pray inside the chapels
just so he could turn his life around, he was too aligned
he couldn’t stand life in crime and movin’ dimes
he was loose and stressed, almost noosed behind
which was the one time his mother came in to reduce her fines
he pummeled down deep, he almost wanted to stop rappin’
he lost every battle he was in, he choked, he didn’t know what happened
but then in the moment of envy, someone found him
they saw him filming a video next to the central park fountain
he filmed him, the man was in a black suit, he was a businessman
the video went viral, and he went over and didn’t rant
he kept his eye on the businessman, and kept stuttering and mumbling
slurring his speech, enduring his preach, pummeling on something
he couldn’t get his mind straight, he didn’t know what happened to him
the only bad thing he did in his life was have a rap addiction
he went back to his momma house after he got offered to get signed
she was knocked out from the alcohol she realigned
so he walked out with a smile on his face, the first time in two years
the businessman paul, he shook his hands, and started his career
little did he know the closest to him was his closet enemies
now it’s too late and he gotta let him be
he went into the skyscr-per and got a contract
he didn’t even read it when he was offered money in all black
five million dollars, he had never seen before, he was flabbergasted
they was givin’ him five percent of his sales, and takin’ his knack for rappin’
he went the next year too steady, he was the local hero
he would feature underground artists on his mixtapes and his mom turned four-and-zero
he turned eighteen, he was wondering the same thing
i must get a million from this album i’mma drop, he would say things
he dropped the album, and expected it to go platinum
it did, but he got a few dollars from it and a stomped piece of flat gum
he was devastated, but he assumed his album didn’t sell well
but then he hosted a party with everybody in the block and hadn’t felt well
while he was partying, he started to recall the moments
as he started to hallucinate, he started to fall but owned it
he was three beers in, and he fell into the pool
couldn’t remember gettin’ cpr by the local town fool
then he woke up in a cop’s car, he thought he was in a tour bus like a rockstar
he asked where was he, and the cops finally said “did he wake up, the rising star?”
the cop on the left said that paul had snitched on him a
and told about the people connected with him that lived with him
and then said that they had murdered a guy, and that he was facing life sentence if he doesn’t otherworldly survive
he couldn’t process it, but when he did, he started feeling anger
the closest one to him had betrayed him, and couldn’t even believe it later
it feeled as if the one who brought him closure had used it to fly away in hangars
and just had to take his bangers, and make ’em tamer to get more money and profit in his fingers
they pulled up to the office, and he was interrogated and fingerprinted
his mugshot had his face frowning angrily and saw his victim wit’ it
he was interrogated, but he didn’t say nothing
he looked ’em dead in the eyes, and said “were you paid something?”
he was put into jail and was there for a few months
they registered a court date and were gonna take him for his two stunts
he was robbed of his money, he spent all else on parties
he hired a public defender who only defended him partly
he was arrested for racketeering, and murder to the first degree
he was locked up with the murderers who had thirsted heat
he got beaten and rioted three times in his prison
he was depressed as before, didn’t even wanna talk to his mom, he was ridden
so he decided one day to get out of bed early
make sure no guards watching, snuck out at ten thirty
went up to the top of the prison complex, he was on the roof
he stole the gun from the major fighter and walked like a fool
went to the edge of the roof and pointed his gun half-in-town
he c-cked it back and now he c-cked it to his lobe, and
he thought of the beats his friends passed around but the only pass around
is the bullets passin’ around the barrel into his fastigial, and he’s passin’ now
his gravestone would say “marcus stanley” after he hit the ground
he thought of everything that had made him so crooked
lept off of the porch like a fishing rod once you hook it
he instantly hit the ground, and for a moment he thought he survived
but the world had just went black and all he saw was the devil staring into his eyes
he went him through a monologue of how his life was gone from the fall
and while talking, marcus noticed a striking resemblance to paul
he zoned out, and put two and two together that paul was satan
and as he noticed, he tumbled down in h-ll, and knew he wasn’t mistaken

- ko doomzday

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS