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80 Bar Death
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A song about attempting and failing at suicide
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Alternative rap. Influenced a lot by eminem, lowkey, Brother Ali, Lupe Fiasco, Nas, Immortal Technique, Rakim, and Kendrick Lamar.
Joshua Ardon McCombs, also known by his stage name Emcee Combs, is an independent American hip hop artist. He was born on July 29, 1993 to Ramon McCombs, a nurse, and Janeida McCombs, a stay at home mom turned elementary school teacher, in Salt Lake City, Utah. He lived in Salt Lake City until he was seven years old. He then moved to Pocatello, Idaho where he lived until he was nine years old. He has lived in the Saint George, Utah area ever since. Ever since his childhood, McCombs has always felt a strong affinity to music, and was heavily influenced by punk rock. His first taste of hip hop music came when he was 13 years old while hanging out with a friend. The friend had a Will Smith CD and wanted McCombs to listen to it. He was instantly hooked by the rhythms and rhymes of the music and eagerly asked for more. As time went on, he got his hands on more and more hip hop music, and by the time he was 16 years old, hip hop was the only genre of music on his iPod. McCombs’ early influences included Lil’ Wayne and 50 Cent. As he grew older, McCombs dug further and further into the history of hip hop. His tastes in music evolved with his research. McCombs was fascinated by Golden Age and underground hip hop, which is strongly represented in his music. Current major influences include everyone from Rakim to Eminem, and Brother Ali to Nas. His music is often politically and socially conscious or personal. He is most comparable to artists such as Brother Ali, Lupe Fiasco, Immortal Technique, Eyedea, KRS-One, and Slug of Atmosphere.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #309
Peak in subgenre #29
Author
Emcee Combs
Uploaded
October 15, 2013
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MP3 9.0 MB 320 kbps 3:54
Story behind the song
It is 80 bars telling a fictional story of attempting to commit suicide but failing. It basically just talks about my life lately.
Lyrics
I hate my life, should I end it all? Should I save my time, should I wait and fall? Should I fake to smile, should I make the call? My time came to die, I finally hit my wall I looked for peace and I can't find it I'm a fool to speak man I feel like sh** and my fuel to be is near empty b*** I can use cruel means so you'll remember this Red like Cobain, sign my death in blood Lead or propane? F*** just pull the plug Death by cocaine just to feel it once I met a profain death for what? I want to be remembered in death, never to be forgotten I want to be dismembered and left alone and rotten My death will render a debt to those who are lost in my church a member elect. "Basically God shot him" I can't pay the rent, I can't pay the bills Now I dance on this fence of getting myself killed I stand on this ledge, I love the way it feels in this land of death I don't feel real I don't trust those around me and no one's trusted me But it's f*** ing astounding that I've never seen That the f*** s who surround me have to f*** ing leave It sucks that I'm grounding and this place f*** ing reeks It's the stench of liars and the scent of fools I'm entrenched in these briars and I cannot move and I'm drenched in a fire but I guess this isn't news Cuz on the bench I'm a crier I'm always in the blues There's only one way to end it all, never have to think again I'm going to take my fall on this bridge that doesn't end I'm throwing myself off the wall, the cousin of sleep is death And knowing I like sleep and all maybe I'll make a new friend I wish I felt like death because death is a pleasure b*** we all get it yet I haven't found this treasure and it's rich that I'm left with thoughts of this pressure life's a kiss I confess but it just doesn't measure Major depression, I'm a f*** ing canyon Save your (savior) confessions, you see from where I'm standin' I'd trade your blessin's to pay my death's ransom I crave your comprehension I wish I was passin' It's my fatalist mentality, I know I'll die young so to save me from this challenge see, it's time to get in the trunk And maybe it's a fallacy but it's time to stop my lungs I'm crazy and mad you see, this is the body bag funk I'm tired of all the games, I'm tired of all the lying I'll list the liars by name, his name's Josh and he's dying (Schizo) I'm insane and this weed's got me flying (so high) I'm so drained so there's no more pining No more thinking gotta do it (right angel) screw it With just a sprinkling of music buy a gun and use it You have no inkling what I'm doin' (left demon) I'm lucid I've been drinking enough to do it and my life's lingered enough to lose it Got a piece in my jeans but got no peace in my dreams And the yeast can be seen rising up one thing I must leap, cut my string--trigger--end of scene So up the steep mountain green, time to burst these seems One step two step, to the music hand crept to strap, heaven-hell, fuse it Put stress on the clip, one hit two hit precious minutes, I won't let my death be ruined So I reminisce over life then I raise it to my head, sh** there's depression, but to end life with? F*** I need attention sh** Thinkin' of pressin' my right in, time for my assention I press it to my head, sh** pull the trigger and I'm dead b*** There is no heaven, there is no prison Eyes closed, see no life, there's no pros to seein' light I can think but cannot leave, see the earth from my birth One scene after another, see the faces of my brothers But now everyone's faceless, blood drowns down their faces Astounding in this matrix, a loud scene of naked People dowsing overladen tails rowdily burning places Crowded down to basic elements, shrouded by tasteless Liquid-fire hell, like the genitalia of an infected male. Who's burning? Well look As all of us ail, I'd return just to smell the hair like a hat, fitted to relax Resuscitate from my state, I look straight into a face A scen
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