Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lazarus Pit, artist - Chase Moore
Date of issue: 30.04.2021
Song language: English
Lazarus Pit |
«'Pulse is bad, he can’t fake that' |
'We must take him to the Lazarus Pit'» |
I’m tryna stack the plate with the mozzarella (cheese) |
We moving like the modern-day Rockefeller’s (cheese) |
But you’ll never see this empire fall |
Before it happens I’ll get a match and set fire to it all |
I’m too addicted but I fight through withdrawals |
See the brighter side of life and start to like all my flaws |
Get retired with a shot, I’m the new Blade Runner (bah) |
Got supplies in the stock like a doomsday bunker (2012) |
If the squad pulling up we doing Wu-Tang numbers (Cappadonna) |
Traumatized when I was young, I got that Bruce Wayne hunger |
It’s like I’ll never have enough, and everything was adding up to this |
At my death I’m resurrected from the Lazarus Pit (Ra's al Ghul) |
Come back with a vengeance till my master submits (Kill Bill) |
And see a student pass the teacher in a battle of wits |
But no this ain’t a '80s movie, with a training montage |
And I don’t wanna say it loosely but I’m way beyond God |
Praying for my downfall, while I’m preying on y’all |
Apex, it ain’t safe till I make the call |
Got me feeling like I’m Jay they playing basic ball |
But I’ma take it past eight I’m like 80 feet tall, awh |
KWG, yeah, ay you know what it is |
Ooh, welcome to my Lazarus Pit |
Sin City, I been through every crack on the strip |
Thinking I should ask Eve to sign the apple she bit |
That got these hoes on the blade like, tactical grip |
This shit crazy, but I’ve seen worse, in my latter years |
Thoroughbred nigga, you could feel it in the atmosphere |
Used to get ignored, the one they marginalized |
Now I’m talking money with Chase like, the card was declined |
It’s Space Ghost, street legend, Karlton Hines |
I’m the king, you Justin Timberlake, borrowing time |
Look, I know you hear them footsteps, the walls closing in |
Got you shaking like, you having withdrawals, don’t pretend |
I could see it, it’s all in ya' face, awful mistake |
The Loch Ness, lost in the lake, talking to snakes |
Was taught you keep ya' enemies as close as ya' strap |
They hiding from me but I know where they at, motherfucker |
Hold that up, who need to be clean fuck |
Fuck you up for talking tough, what you mean bruh? |
Ay, just a lunatic with a crucifix |
Stupid lit, world in my hands what should I do wit' it? |
Yeah, this that motherfucking fuck what you saying in ya' raps pull up to ya' |
crib and kill ya' cat shit |
Fuck riding a beat, acapella what you got on me? |
Raps full of sipping Heen but, what does it really mean? |
A bunch of cats standing for nothing because they fronting |
Want the glamour lifestyle before they carry any substance |
I been bumping, since '09, don’t know why, I’m so fly |
But these Chase Moore beats make me sound so fly |
Ay, bitch I’m next level you rappers still watching boats dry |
Maybe if I hop on your track, you’ll get your hopes high |
This cold outlook just transcended from my old life |
So it ain’t personal if I something 'bout your raps don’t flow right |
You fucking clowns need to find your circus |
In the meanwhile I retire to rewire circuits |
I see smiles from freestyles I spit 'cause I stay working |
You’re in denial 'cause I be wild might leave town for certain |
I peek out the curtain, eat out a virgin |
I freak out I’m burning, priests out the churches |
You can’t hear a word, if I leave out the cursing |
My trees loud, I’m looking for a greenhouse to purchase |
I’m back now, too much pride I can’t back down |
Whole squad strapped now, avoiding lines doing pat-downs |
Putting weed in a trash bag, till it’s packed down |
I black out, on the beat, as soon as it’s tracked out |
I outshine clowns in my downtime |
Hopefully we see you out without shine, if not |
It’s chow time, the plot, is outlined, get cops, and one-time |
My shit block the sunlight my spit got them tongue-tied |
All my friends and fam have been locked and done time |
Tryna be positive like a bloodline |
At the end of my rope with my knots, untied |
I’m the top, alumni, all I need is one mic |
«'We've killed him' |
'No, all is well'» |