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NECROPOLIS
Hip-Hop/Rap
NECROPOLIS was released on August 2, 2024 by MASSACRE MOBB as a part of the album NECROPOLIS - Single
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Release DateAugust 2, 2024
LabelMASSACRE MOBB
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM120

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Melancholy
Big Melancholy
Performer
BxbyJxmes
BxbyJxmes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mel Wood
Mel Wood
Songwriter
James Clark
James Clark
Composer

Lyrics

It's a mirror when I wake
See the grey that's on my face as I'm pacing through my days
Fuck, I can hardly think
I don't got much I can say
Best steer clear out my way
With a Glock that's on my waist, I'm making stains with the colors of your face
Covering up my nose from the stench in the wind blows
Shot him in the head, that **** was a slowpoke
Boy, you need to sit back 'fore you get smacked
And your vision goes black, you don't know me like that
I gotta drive from the things that I witnessed
You don't got no business, be telling me how to live it
Every time I try to strive to push through my limits
Gave myself pats on the back 'cause I did it
I got teary eyes today
Allergic to the fakes, mane
Terraform the world for change
Tired of all the same things
One for the chance I prayed
Two for the counts of the moments I was lost in my ways
Three for the things I thank
Four for the times I managed to emerge from my grave
I emerged out the flames of my name and the fame
Gotta change in my ways, now I think it's too damn late
I ain't with the caves, with a heart, diamond chase
Thinking, what this day? Just to do my damn head straight
Oh-oh-oh-oh I got a headache, it come straight from satan
Bitch, hoes, skates your lips, faking a hater
Well just wait, I'll come shake your face
And then still I crave hate
They say I need to change, but I maintain
Wonder 'bout my chopper, so I come and bust the AK', mayday
Crazy train, I go "Bang, bang"
Ballin' down and I know you don't call me, it's in my head, ayy
Nothing, you can ever do, 'cause that bitch, you're so bad, lay sober brains, I'm changing into my resume
I'm the king, lace for days, let's get to running mane
Walking up and running up the pockets
It's still coming to get you, don't know what I'm flipping
Bring the things that I see when they breakin' me
They really only love it, they can see is that I hit from the back
'Cause that's why I wanna
I wanna go away, I wanna lose my fate
They all are great
But man, I was supposed to take it back, I put the pain
I wanna end myself, a noose on my fucking brain
They just so fucking fake, I don't know what to say
I guess I'ma play that way they give me space
Written by: James Clark, Mel Wood
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