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Die Slow
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Die Slow was released on October 9, 2007 by Rhymesayers as a part of the album 11:11
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Album11:11
Release DateOctober 9, 2007
LabelRhymesayers
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Lethal
Mac Lethal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mac Lethal
Mac Lethal
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mac Lethal
Mac Lethal
Producer

Lyrics

Uhh! Black blood
Drippin' out your motherfuckin' black lungs (the whole town knows)
Black blood
Drippin' out your motherfuckin' black lungs
Come on!
There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go
So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow
I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound
I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound
I tell it die slow
Now are your fans so stupid that you talk this slow
So they can understand what the hell you're saying?
If that's the case answer me one question
How's it feel to have a fan base that still uses crayons?
I'm a rapper and I don't really like rap
So I'mma leave the show and probably go get a nightcap
And if you disagree then we can just agree to disagree
But listening to this egregious bitch MC is sickening
I tell 'em die slow
Cut me up bleed all over the paper for my passage
Die slow
I'll take you to hell and introduce you to new shades of blackness
Die slow
There's a disease that's creeping under my skin
Now every alcoholic in the city probably
Getting kinda drunk off London Dry Gin
So my friends, is this the cycle's end?
I'd like to pretend that it gets washed away
A riddle say goodbye with the wind
It's not cliche I really fiend for something lively again
Cause the Texas soil and the blood of Christ didn't blend
Do you wanna dance with the Devil and me?
Incredibly, both of us share the same face
Painstakingly different
Hit 'em with another rhythm or give 'em a pitiful point of view
And I'll puncture right through the heart shaped box top
Parlay on top gonna fall if it's heavy on the top
I wanna taste blood, I wanna taste every single drop
Get so psycho, flow gonna twist me slow
But I don't need a damn crew with me though
Cause I'mma rattle everybody for the embryos
And I'm about to let the fennel go to get me home
So the gusto, it's always Satan tell the blood oath
Fuck no, not the answer, not the banter
Man I'm damn sure
Oh yeah, die slow!
Don't give a fuck about the record deal advances
Die slow
My window panes are violently tapped at by these branches
Die slow
There's a disease that's creeping under my skin
Now every alcoholic in the city probably
Getting kinda drunk off London Dry Gin
So my friends, I'm trying to comprehend
The mindful lines I often blend
That knock me off the hinge and spit the poison through a hot syringe
On a Linnity beat it's like I'm thunder and rain
The instrumental is my wonderful pain
And I won't fucking explain
Written by: Mac Lethal
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