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Back from Hell

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Back from Hell foi lançado em 16 de outubro de 1990 por Arista como parte do álbum Back from Hell

Informações da música

ÁlbumBack from Hell

Data de lançamento16 de outubro de 1990

SeloArista

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM100

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Run-DMC

Interpretação

Stanley Brown

Teclados

David Reeves

Vocal de apoio

Jason Mizell

Teclados

Tahirah Walker

Vocal de apoio

Bobby "Afro" Walker

Bobby "Afro" Walker

Vocal de apoio

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Jason Mizell

Composição

Stanley Brown

Letra

Joseph Ward Simmons

Joseph Ward Simmons

Composição

D. McDaniels

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

Run-DMC

Produção

Jam Master Jay

Produção

Larry Smith

Coprodução

Ted Sabety

Engenharia (mixagem)

Julio Peno

Engenharia

David Kennedy

Engenharia (mixagem)

Roey Shamir

Engenharia (mixagem)

Howie Weinberg

Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

On the lower level where the devils dwell..

Comin from the one, comin back from hell

{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -] scratched by Jay*}

Peepin out the window, checkin on the criminals

Out in the yard, it's hard, but you're in

So you do your time and never let the time do ya

He lost his mind that's what the time'll do to ya

A brother in the box screamin find a ciggarette

**** walkin by ain't tryin to hear that

So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress

A brother got sliced and diced over nonsense

D.O.I., Dead On the Island

The life the knife the price, for wigga-wildin

Never a day, I say I'm not leavin

Long as I live in a crib and I'm breathin

Four years done, another one in a cell

Don't need nobody to come, cause I'll be back from hell

{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -] scratched by Jay*}

Fire and brimstone, sendin 'em home

To the brownstone, and on the streets that he roamed

Before he got locked up, he sewed the whole block up

People would jock, because he cooked the rock

Caught by the cop, he's knocked, and now he's faceless

The spot was hot, he's Scott, that's what his name is

When he was out with clout, people surround him

Now that he's in the pen, **** downed him

Wait upstate, for the day, til they free the man

In '98, be straight, and then you'll see him again

Ready to kill, and steal, ill and build

A flyer empire, higher, still runnin the 'ville

{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -] scratched by Jay*}

Boy goin to hell, another day in the dark

The brother wait in the park, blind faded and stalked

Naked, out to die and not movin

He needs a fix by six that means you've been

Strung out, your lung out, foamin with your tongue out

Back to hell and well, that's where you hung out

For the past and last year, your acts for cash here

Crash and smash any ass to get a blast yeah

The brother smother his mother, for another one

Then ill and kill, with the other son

For crack as well, the brother black he yell

You just stop and think, he's comin back from hell

{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -] scratched by Jay*}

.. "from the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke!"

Written by: Darryl McDaniels, Glen E. Friedman, Jason Mizell, Joseph Ward Simmons, Lawrence Smith, S. Brown

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