
Date of issue: 22.08.2010
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Last Letter (feat. Sniper, Rapper K & K.O.) |
I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter |
I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter |
High as a muthafucka now I feel better |
High as a muthafucka now I feel better |
Hey it’s subliminal |
Lyrical killer I’m Senekal |
Out of my mind it’s sort of bitch is a criminal |
I’m so better thinking my private |
I murder rappers like addictions to survive in the ghetto |
Emergence from the catago my mind in the zone |
Quick descriptions carry weight like they invading stones |
Intoxicated by the music beat it’s getting me high |
Spittin' words like interventions as I’m closing my eyes |
Nowadays rappers fake they ain’t making no sense |
Sniper Lenno throwing up the definition of sick |
With no surprise no deny the kid is playing with fire |
Picks emotion with these haters they be living a lie |
Acknowledge when you see me they calling me the truth |
Imprisoned to the booth so I spit it for the youth |
A rebel without a cause I’ll die for the glory |
Harrow clinic images will tell the whole story |
I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter |
I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter |
High as a muthafucka now I feel better |
High as a muthafucka now I feel better |
Slanging to me nigga you ain’t no enemy |
Murder these rappers is what the beast that he telling me |
I’m alone contemplating writing my last letter |
A pen and a pad makes me feel better |
I sit at home meditating to session my situation |
One deep concentrating in total isolation |
Thinking of my enemies my heart starts racing |
Easily penetrating through all the hate and I’m facing |
I wrote a long letter to myself and proceeded |
To tear it up because I was too afraid to read it |
My appetite calling my name, I gotta feed it |
I’m giving myself therapy no counseling needed |
I’m bout to go insane with blood walling in my vanes |
Head pounding from a twenty ton migraine |
People beating on my room door try’na check on me |
Sinister recurring nightmares resurrected on me |
What do you do when the world try’na test ya |
When ya fulfill or when ya crack under the pressure |
I don’t even know who I am memory fails me |
Maybe you can open my last letter and tell me |
I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter |
I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter |
High as a muthafucka now I feel better |
High as a muthafucka now I feel better |
Slanging to me nigga you ain’t no enemy |
Murder these rappers is what the beast that he telling me |
I’m alone contemplating writing my last letter |
A pen and a pad makes me feel better |
I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter |
Cause the life that I lead I feel like getting no better |
Try’na maintain and toughen out the weather |
I’m good and holding back tears scared of no man |
But it’s hard that I feel so I’m screaming for help |
But it’s like my yell fall on deaf ears |
This is happiness I’m chasing but if I catch it |
Can I stand tall and face it, used to feel yearn |
So I can’t take it alone in the dark |
Listening to my heart, my brain has a shorty |
It keeps telling me nigga go straight for they heart |
And murder these rappers they just fish in the sea |
You the great white shark, so I turn the bottle up to drown that kayotic |
thoughts |
Cause he ripping me apart |
I’m struggling to maintain but he driving me insane |
Leave me alone get the fuck outta my brain! |
Ha ha! |
I was laying on my palled, drinking mount of a jalice |
Forming a strategy a premeditated malice |
Contemplating the worst and fighting with two decisions |
Imprisoned by three de-hologram visions |
My tongue be blow torch in em and flaming them brauns |
I respond by spinning off nine demean spuns |
I de-failure in faith to your knee cosmetic trims |
Amputate your legs and chop off your prosthetic limbs |
I’m a killer without a mask but I ain’t on a TV |
Look directly in that camera cause I wanted em to see me |
I was uh, hold up, I just need a moment |
Cause I just saw the bodies of my next ten opponents |
Doctors wanna copy me and snatch talent out of me |
The surgical procedure was not before properly |
I’m obviously not normal half crazy I gotta be |
World on my shoulders I got a planet on top of me |
Song tags: #Last Letter
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