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The Heist
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A story of love, friendship....and robbery
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Hardcore, Rock, Rap, Hardcore Rap, Rap and Rock, Horrorcore.
PostmorteM is a horrorcore/hiphop group formed by Rapidfire & SmokaJoka. Fun Fact #1: PostmorteM likes to rap about dead shit. Fun Fact #2: Rapid likes to rap about drugs. Fun Fact #3: Smoka has killed Rapid approximately 12 times in songs. Fun Fact #4: Some artists find it impossible to record with PostmorteM because the smoke in the studio is so harsh.
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Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
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Peak #1,314
Peak in subgenre #230
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PostmorteM
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April 23, 2008
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:01
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Hook: (PostmorteM) Get that cash, pistolwhip his ass, put the shit in the bag I AINT GOT NO TIME MOTHER FUCKA Hurry up and load the truck so we can ride It's a fuckin Heist Verse 1: (SmokaJoka) Break up in this mother fucka, bust the clerk in his face Grab the cash, talk some trash and ransack the whole place Now it's time for the chase, rev the engines up And speed through the city like you give a fuck Shootin at the cops, now whose gonna stop us No one can drop us, its off to the hideout So the heat'll die down, now we're inside now I looked at Rapid and I dumped out the loot Look at all this cash...so what do we do? We go and get more that's the way to pursue We wait a couple hours and hop in the getaway No need to waste time we aint got everyday What do ya say, I got a target in mind A flawless design, that oughta be a goldmine "That sounds fine" Well let's get to it....it's a bet...you guys better go through it Verse 2: (RapidFire) Pull up at the store, walk in through the door... I want all the money in the motha fuckin drawer... I'ma give you til 4 to get ya ass on the floor... And if you make a sound I'll fucking kill you, whore.... "Please don't kill me" *gunshot* Fuck that... Scoop the money out the drawer and I put it in the sack... Grab her purse before I leave, and I look up at the camera... Point my nine at it cock back the hammer... Destroy the evidence, then I run back to the ride... The door's already open, I jump inside.... Peel out the parking lot, can't believe we made it... Oh shit, blue lights, the motha fuckin cops are chasin... Drive evasive, shit they're gainin on us, quick ditch this shit in the park... And run through the woods they'll never find us in the dark... Right? This shit can't be happenin man not now... If I go to prison how the fuck I'ma get out? Verse 3: (PostmorteM) You get the teller, I'ma move to the cellar And crack this fuckin safe, bout to bank at the bank Adjust the dial and wait for the click Then lift the lever and wait for a clank Alarm bells rang, I gotta grab the cash fast Put it in my bag, pulled out the remote Pushed the red button and gave the wall a blast The truck rolls in so we can haul more cash Pull away with the paper, from this crazy ass caper... I think we're gonna make it, my fuckin hands are shakin... Shoot a witness on the way out, cuz we gotta get the pay out... Ain't a fuckin cop in sight so we pull up at the safe house... Run through door, dump the money on the table... Count this shit? I don't think I'd even be able... Got atleast a 300 grand, think of how I'm gonna spend it... I ain't ever gotta work until the day my life is ended...
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