I'm a 20 years old hungarian rapper. I'm trying to break out from my city and from my country and bring back the meaning of the REAL hip-hop.
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Peak #587
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Beat by Screwaholic, lyric by Ghost
Uploaded
August 17, 2016
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MP3 5.1 MB • 160 kbps • 4:27
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Midnight, sittin' in the dark, I hear whisperin' voices
Tryin' to fist fight against these strange noises
I made choices I fucked too many times
As I close my eyes I see Him as he smiles
I walked thousand of miles but I'm still weak
I have a big leak on my soul so I can't speak
Try to sleep but I feel somethin' next to my bed
It don't speak but I know he's in my head
Go to the bathroom I need to wash my face
This ain't a good place to stay, don't follow my trace
In this case you can say I'm in disgrace, I can't run
Away, this is my life now, all I see is red rum
It won't kill me 'cause that would be too easy
I should kill myself before he sees me
I don't wanna get up 'cause I know he is there
I can't breathe I really need some fresh air
[Chorus 2X]
People say I'm crazy in the head
By this time tomorrow I will be dead
But at least I'm gonna be free
Here it comes; one, two, three
[Verse 2]
As I sat down blood and gore touched my ankle
Somethin' walked in in an impossible angle
Glowin' red eyes, sharp tooth and claws
Leaned forward the check me out, leaned so close
I could smell the guts and the sulfid in his breath
He has many names from False God to Death
„Well lookie-lookie, what I just found?
You are my new rookie, you hear this sound?”
He slowly crushes my windpipe with his hand
So this is it, this is how I die, here's the end
Rips out my tounge 'cause it's in my soul's way
„Why would you need that when you have nothin' to say?”
The room is on fire, books flyin' from the shelf
I can't move, grabs my leg and neck, rips me in half
I'm still alive, I feel everythin', unbearable pain
The rrom has a new color and my blood is the paint
[Chorus 2X]
People say I'm crazy in the head
By this time tomorrow I will be dead
But at least I'm gonna be free
Here it comes; one, two, three
[Verse 3]
I'm in a chair, nails in my feet, nails in my wrist
Scissors around my ankle, somethin' from the mist
Shows me a list, my name's the first in the row
My face is pale, I hear the sounds of a crow
If you hear, please help me my Lord
Cored around my neck, he's sharpenin' his sword
Breaks my tooth out with his bare hand
Opens my eyes, he pours some sand
In them, treatin' my cuts with lime
We ain't even close to the end he has all the time
I know he's gonna kill, of course
Nobody's gonna miss me, nobody will be sad
Before the final strike I wink, I'm in my bed
I go to the bathroom, look in the mirror, it's his face
It was me and he is free from his cage
[Chorus 2X]
People say I'm crazy in the head
By this time tomorrow I will be dead
But at least I'm gonna be free
Here it comes; one, two, three
