Lyrics The Hearse - Kool Keith

The Hearse

Ooooooooooooohhhh
I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the crying
For the dying I feel belief in what we all be trying
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the cryin
Of dyin, I feel that we be all tryin (tryin, tryin, tryin)
My 454 engine, war suspension, immaculate
Black hearse Undatakerz dead corpse in the back of it
Attackin rappers with cake, flossy niggas in clubs
Moet bottles and Cristal but they ain’t showin no love
Reverand Tom’ll buy me a eulogy, I spit in your face
Drive you to the cemetary, make you sit in the grave
I’ll bury you, not just my alias name, but the truth
Smashin all your favorite rappers, whether woman or dude
Shiny suits and pretty makeup, homo rappers in trucks
Leave you six feet under, all covered up in the dump
From the jump it’s on and poppin one-eight-seven on sight
The homicidal Undatakerz takin over the mic
Drivin a black hearse
Ooooooooooooohhhh
I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the crying
For the dying I feel belief in what I’m feel-in (feelin)
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the cryin
For the dyin, I feel belief in what I feel (what I feel)
I’m rollin pimpin through these grey clouds
Pickin up bodies cause I’m a wild child, I love my lifestyle
Check the repertoire, if you read between the fine lines
Of life and death, niggas dyin, strugglin for they last breath
You hear the sound of the trumpet blow!
Your body’s cold cause caps be gettin peeled
And blood be gettin spilled
Pimpin out headlights and creepin through the night, will they blast
Do they wanna smoke me?
Or provoke me?
I’m workin with a fifth
And five freshly dipped sticks, embalmed it’s the M-Balmer
Fuck all y’all niggas and y’all baby mommas
Spit shit by the bound, M-Balmer finish every round
Watchin dollars multiply into six figures
Got no time for skanless-ass hoes and bitch niggas
Wonder where I get my lye, no-ass hoes abbreviated
They contemplated the playerhatian caught me up in situations
Best believe, now they assassination
So let it bang, and I’ma swing this thang
Itty bitty knockin busters off my titty
So saditty with the Thee Undatakerz with me
Now really.
I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the crying (the crying)
For the dying I feel belief in what I feel (what I feel)
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying (crying)
For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel (what I feel)
Energetic, kinetic, fuck a free
Catastrophe, passive leaded with embroidery
Rotary, dope from me, loadin me, tortin me
Close aphobia, with the knee jack, with the knee pack
Comin to attack with LoJack
Nigga whether you white or you black, I rack, you lack
Count attack the track, and carry load my back
Action sacks, power jets, burn to the max
Socialism with cannibal vocalism
Hopin ism, diplo manalism, smokin ism
Jerkin with the jism and wisdom, hip-a-pot-a-mo-pism
Material on grism lyricalism
The tiger and bear-a-lism, monkey and animalism
Oh, ohhhhhhh
I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the crying (the crying)
For the dying I feel belief in what I feel (what I feel)
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying (crying)
For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel (what I feel)
For what I feel, for what I feel
Belief in what you’re dying, the crying
Oooh ooooh oohh, oh oh oooh