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Lat Prayers
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lat Prayers was released on March 8, 2025 by Just Bleed Records as a part of the album Lat Prayers - Single
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Release DateMarch 8, 2025
LabelJust Bleed Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Himbo Slice
Himbo Slice
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Turner
William Turner
Songwriter
Zane Turner
Zane Turner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Calamity Rhapsody
Calamity Rhapsody
Producer

Lyrics

Walk backwards into hell
So I can holler and face God
With a pair of aviators
And a Gronk jersey on
All I needed was a spark
Left hand white hot
I'll be tearing out brains
Reigning rap south paw
Doing lat prayers in a reform synagogue
Always been a cynic
But through music I found God
Not through fickle fate
Or seeking answers from abroad
But through the touch of tikkun olam present in us all
Had to chip off the writer's block
And chisel out my shoulders
Never grew wiser
But stronger and bolder
I'm cut
I'm Slice
I'm carved from a boulder
I'm not getting any younger
But my style ain't getting older
Knock knock
Knock em out the box
With a fistful of quarters or a glove full of rocks
Knock knock
Knock em off the top
With a steady win streak or a fluke title shot
Knock knock
Knock em out the ring
You shoot for the head or you shoot for the king
Knock knock
Knock em out the frame
Go from bell to whistle
From bout to campaign
I might be insane
An asshole and bipolar
But I learned to tuck my chin
Let jabs roll off my shoulders
Grilling stare
Yeah your boy had drama
But I cleared out my mental plane
My brain has daedric armor
I'm just being honest
I'm naturally obnoxious
That's why I learned to box
So I can kick ass and still talk shit
Smack a paper tiger Punk in the jaw like J Mox
And send em to the bench
My ring
My spot
Knock knock
Knock em out the box
With a fistful of quarters or a glove full of rocks
Knock knock
Knock em off the top
With a steady win streak or a fluke title shot
Knock knock
Knock em out the ring
You shoot for the head or you shoot for the king
Knock knock
Knock em out the frame
Go from bell to whistle
From bout to campaign
I'll admit
My soul ain't free of damages
Got a fair share of sins
Only so many mitzvots to manage it
Still I'm a man
I never could abandon ship
My heart is heavy
But I found someone to handle it
I'll admit I'm a dick
But an article that's genuine
I'll say it to your face
My manners are rather tenuous
Still I'd rather be me
Even if it means being mean
An acquired taste
Black coffee
No cream
I'll admit
I'm a prick
Review me as you see fit
I came up speaking from the heart
And shooting from the hip
This is it
Intimate
I'll show you every square inch
I wear my heart on my sleeve
And my swagger in my spit
This is it
Articulate
As raw as you're gonna get
I never mince words
I just stand by what I said
This is it
Infinite
As honest as you're gonna hear
From the pits of my soul
To the vibrations in your ears
To be clear
As I approach the new year
I cast off my sorrows
I strangle all my fears
Choked out
Not choked up
An engine revving up
Throw a hook to the temple
That'll make your shoulders touch
Knock knock
Knock em out the box
With a fistful of quarters or a glove full of rocks
Knock knock
Knock em off the top
With a steady win streak or a fluke title shot
Knock knock
Knock em out the ring
You shoot for the head or you shoot for the king
Knock knock
Knock em out the frame
Go from bell to whistle
From bout to campaign
Slice
Written by: William Turner, Zane Turner
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