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Whispers
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Whispers was released on December 16, 2022 by Massina Empire as a part of the album Supper 2: Parousia
December 16, 2022
LabelMassina Empire
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Man I hear whispers from the devil
To all my **** in the ghetto
Somehow we gotta make a way
How do we make it, I can't say
And I hear whispers from the -
Angels in the outfield, as I move the base
That's all of my **** who lost the race
Pistol on my waist, clientele texting me
Say he need a Large Professor beat, that's an extra p
I've been dancing in the streets, stepping on the devil's feet
Had to grab hold of my destiny, yes indeed
'Cause if any not provide for his own and espеcially
Those in his house, he a mousе
Gotta take care of the team baby they can't go without
I can get back to these dreams later, I still know the route
Yeah sometimes I wanna scream
And at times I wanna shout
Send it to God's ears from my mouth - but
I hear whispers from the devil
To all my **** in the ghetto
Somehow we gotta make a way
How do we make it, I can't say
And I hear whispers from the angels
They're telling me I need to pay close attention
Yeah keep an eye out for the snakes
And pray about the road you take
Mama said fuck it **** hit the streets and live
It was fuck academics like Freddie Gibbs
Dropped out of school, copped me a ruger and a shiv
Just a baby boy, I might snoop inside your crib
And welcome you home like Jenkins, the roscoe eat up your ribs
The jury was hung so I can run my jibs
Don't run in his, you know I'm from the hood
Got the magnum under the bed like Mike from The Wood
I hear whispers from the devil
To all my **** in the ghetto
Somehow we gotta make a way
How do we make it, I can't say
And I hear whispers from the angels
They're telling me I need to pay close attention
Yeah keep an eye out for the snakes
And pray about the road you take
Guess it depends on how you view it
I ain't a Parseltongue but the serpents' speaking fluent
Got me juggling the guns, balancing the music
But the two paths don't seem congruent
I'm damned if I do it and damned if I'm prudent
Black sins on my skin, greener grass an illusion
The people think I'm winning, I'm just trying not to lose it
Pray I don't meet my ending 'fore I find my conclusion
I hear whispers from the devil
To all my **** in the ghetto
Somehow we gotta make a way
How do we make it, I can't say
And I hear whispers from the angels
They're telling me I need to pay close attention
Yeah keep an eye out for the snakes
And pray about the road you take
Written by: Trey Sampson
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