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Abyss Prison
Hip-Hop/Rap
Abyss Prison was released on April 29, 2019 by 1203707 Records DK2 as a part of the album Abyss Prison - Single
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Release DateApril 29, 2019
Label1203707 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Oliver
Ian Oliver
Songwriter
Justin Sean Keef
Justin Sean Keef
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
barnacle boi
barnacle boi
Producer

Lyrics

Floating in pool of darkness
Like the loch ness
Tell me who gon want this
Armed wrist, artist
Tony stark and jarvis probably pausin as i log in
Heart is hardened
Art is ardent
From the place where ares are aren’ts
I go, self reflection mode
Catch me out here dead in poems
Resurrect myself outta the ashes now a better clone
That perjury gon murder me
And that be in the third degree
Capturing attempted, try angles that end up hurting me
Forty five in each hand, count to 90 and i'm in a box
Every curse of mine is set in stone to replace cinder blocks
Build a wall or tie me to 'em
Either way i'm highly doomed
Abyss and prison at the same fucking time, i'm just eyeing blues
Wall i cannot scale at all
And if i could id straight up fall
Surrounded by people but they’re all brain dead from the fatal brawls
Yeah, drop me in the ocean ain’t no floatin
Ain't no hopin, ain't no jokin
As i'm dragged down my mouth open i am choking
I am choking bout to see my grave
Choking on a sea of waves
Like a first time reaction to barnacle boi being played
Just pay yall with metal and irony like a meter maid
Revenge for filling a Colosseum just to see me slayed
My usb a usp
It decays away you and me
I'm trying to find new relief
My humanity using me
Whos deceived whos deceived
Anybody whos perceived
Painted smile on my face to ensure that’s what you receive
Yeah carved frown under that though
Ugh, runner gonna act bold
Ugh step inside the new whip come equipped with standard trap doors
Ugh engulfed by pure distractions
Refract fractions of my actions
Caught me lackin, i lost traction, now i’m back to my eye glasses
But id rather have eye patches
I might bind right to the masses
I might hide right with the classes
I might fry right with the matches
But for now i lay alone
Waiting for the day to go
Emptiness is renting this, body to convey a poem
Written by: Ian Oliver, Justin Sean Keef
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