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Death Row
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Death Row è stato pubblicato il 22 aprile 2022 da Defiant Sound Lab come parte dell'album Death Row - Single
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Data di uscita22 aprile 2022
EtichettaDefiant Sound Lab
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM74

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Dawson
Jeffery Dawson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyshmaster
Wyshmaster
Producer

Testi

VS1
sometimes i feel i just need to observe the picture, the one thats bigger than life than i coulda figured;
so i just take this knife and insert it in my liver, then slice across my stomach rip open expose the innards;
see im a little crazy at time there is no helping, psychotic rampage with these thoughts feel like im melting;
from the inside out and my skin begins to bubble, fileted with razor blades dripping blood now im in trouble;
but i aint do this to myself you did it to me, somebody trying to kill me respected the avenue we;
all travel aint the same the waves inside our brain, seem to work overtime trying to show that were sane;
and its hard trying to continue with scars, knowing the choices made just locked me behind bars;
not physically but mentally prisoner in my own right, forcibly been doing all this wrong cuz i dont know right;
Hook x2
death row i been sentenced since birth, lets go lets show im planted in earth;
on death row from the first taken breath, until the last step final exhale from the chest;
VS 2
i feel like taking a box cutter and removing your skin, cover you with salt dipped in lemon juice and then;
tying you by your femurs hanging you from the ceiling, stare into your eyes watching the blood leaking;
down your cheek and drip it into a bucket, using it like a marinade sauce in this pot luck;
its the ending and your going out swimming, inside of whats been swimming in you since the beginning;
of time when you were just a sperm in a sack, nobody knows where you are and will never be brought back;
unless your up chucked from those that cant stomach, eating a dead body regurgitated then vomit;
in your dinner plate a slice of soul for dessert, leaving the table stuffed no room for the rebirth;
of a dark demon twisted and demented with life, no room for false moves resurfaces every nightmare;
Written by: Jeffery Dawson
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