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Empty Threats
Hip-Hop/Rap
Empty Threats was released on November 11, 2022 by 'til death do us part as a part of the album The Grimace
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Release DateNovember 11, 2022
Label'til death do us part
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elliott Power
Elliott Power
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elliott Power
Elliott Power
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Miink
Miink
Producer

Lyrics

Hook 1:
Empty threats
Forget regrets
Now place your bets
A nervous wreck
The dice of life you roll with dread
Cash the cheques, mounting debts
Beads of sweat that fill your head
You’re left bereft
Empty threats
Forget regrets
Now place your bets
A nervous wreck
The dice of life you roll with dread
Cash the cheques, mounting debts
Beads of sweat that fill your head
You’re left for dead
Verse 1:
Heavy is the head the wears the crown round
Lead to your death in ground your deep down
Toppled your throne the kingdom burns now
Nightmare scenes, despair in the town
The village got pillage
So sacrilegious
Save what you can or get caught in the scrimmage
You pick your side saints or the sinners
Losers or winners
Victim of the system lacks wisdom
Short cited lacking in vision
Walking around in the name of religion
Made your decision rebels have risen
The fights been fought
Father’s fraught as son’s extort
Mother’s watch on as daughter’s pause
Drop to their knees and sick to there cores
Hook:
Empty threats
Forget regrets
Now place your bets
A nervous wreck
The dice of life you roll with dread
Cash the cheques, mounting debts
Beads of sweat that fill your head
You’re left bereft
Empty threats
Forget regrets
Now place your bets
A nervous wreck
The dice of life you roll with dread
Cash the cheques, mounting debts
Beads of sweat that fill your head
You’re left for dead
Verse 2:
Blood sweat and tears
Yearning for years
Learning turning working in fear
The vermin squirming won’t shed a tear
Churning burning nothing now clear
It’s not for the faint of heart
The brave won’t park
The weak skylark
New blank canvas pigments darks
Stroke after stroke leave the same brush mark
All alone in the big bad world
Hurricanes and the whirlwind whirls
Sound of the thunder takes you under
To place that burns named hell
I see heaven in the distance
Get across with grit and persistence
No looking back I don’t need assistance
Heat burns back with no flame resistance
Written by: Elliott Omar Power-Taiwo
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