Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Wreckoning , by - Latyrx. Release date: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Wreckoning , by - Latyrx. The Wreckoning |
| Look bitch |
| You know I’m comin' tight |
| So you can switch them hips from left to right |
| All night and won’t nobody give a shit |
| If you were sittin' |
| I might ask you to stand so you can take a load |
| Off your mind |
| Cause the lyrics you kicked were so butt, your brain |
| It must be synonymous |
| With your behind in the time and you know your rhymin' |
| Sucked black |
| That’s why I still can’t figure out why the fuck |
| He was all on my nut sac |
| He was droolin' on the tool and who are you foolin' |
| Tryin' to act so cool and |
| When it comes to the duelin' |
| Pull up a stool and we can begin the schoolin' |
| Ooohin and Ahhhin |
| Really don’t matter as long as the rapper |
| They know who’s shit is phatter |
| And who should be beggin' the pardon |
| For the disaster as I blast you into |
| Anti-matter make you scream out uncle |
| As I punk you with the funk |
| Watch you buckle like a punk will |
| Another chump killed |
| As I chuckle pumpin' steel through the steel |
| So that I can steal the show |
| The bunk had no appeal |
| Meaning that I don’t feel the whack |
| EVEN when you be feeling that |
| No matter how slow you go |
| You still got no-THING to say |
| When skills are softer than clay matter |
| C’mon man, that ain’t where the cash is |
| You musta thought that pretty ass shit was gon' make |
| Some dough on the strength of those promo pictures |
| Ho |
| Blow me down |
| I gets down |
| That even if we go just one more round |
| And I’m from the 'O' |
| Challenging you in your own goddam town |
| And I know the homies gon' clown |
| When they hear the profound thoughts and |
| Experiences applied from my strife to the |
| End of your life on this mic |
| The years run off by the hour |
| The aspirations FLEE with the YEARS |
| As they get devoured with time |
| Eventually you will age and collapse |
| What good are your raps if your |
| Synapses can’t fire |
| The rapid rhymin' and tactics |
| That I can flash with |
| Automatically blastin' back and |
| Cappin' and laughin' at all of this whack |
| Material that you brought |
| Devoid of substance lacking |
| Action between word and thought and |
| Perhaps it’s best for e’rybody |
| If we just cut short |
| Silence |
| You itch you lust |
| Your breath is taken |
| When you awaken |
| In the state of the shock |
| Thoughts of ex-communication |
| And the implications of that situation |
| Racin' through your floggin' stopped up |
| Noggin' as you’re massagin' |
| You’re jarred |
| What’s that you saw |
| You try rememberin' but it’s foggier than |
| Fisherman’s wharf |
| At six in the mornin' |
| Through the gloom of dawn |
| Your doom is doomin' like the |
| Moon you know when you’ll be due |
| And you’ll die and soon |
| And when you die |
| Your heart stops |
| The brain is TECHNICALLY ALIVE |
| For three or four minutes |
| Digesting the curse for the next 24 hours |
| Give or take a smidgen |
| Blood remains viable for several hours and |
| Settles down once the body’s downside is |
| Darker and you will mottle |
| The grip of rigor mortise clenches it’s fist |
| And two to six hours |
| Relinquishes |
| Two to three days later by this time |
| The stomach is bloated with gaseous |
| Fumes consumin' will blow shit up fo' sho' |
| Oh by the way |
| The flesh decomposes fast |
| Veins and skin turn |
| Blue, purple, green and black |
| Nose and softer tissue turns to a |
| Jelly consistency thicker than Jell-O |
| Cornea of the eyes are no longer clear |
| Sickly jaundiced yellow |
| When you see and it softens |
| Eyes they melt in their sockets |
| Watch the skin pull away |
| From the gum-line leavin' no lips |
| So what’s left and |
| A wicked grin |
| Bacteria thrive nightcrawlers fill |
| No morrow only hunger |
| Maggots arrived and now’s devourin' |
| Decayed and sourin' |
| But hey |
| Really though |
| Why even trip |
| It ain’t |
| Only the physical in which |
| Your consciousness exists |
| And in the end |
| Forensic details are about as important |
| As the gear your sportin' |
| So why even resist |
| Ya trick |
| You should desist and listen |
| To the mix your missin' |
| With the kicks that’s hittin' |
| In the midst of the mist |
| Into which your slippin' |
| The lights start to dim |
| And the lesson of infection |
| You’re witnessin' is the wreckoning |
| Winded old and you’ll POP |
| You cease to exist |
| Terror in your eyes |
| And a smile on your lips |
| When you hear the remix |
| You cease to exist |
| Terror in your eyes |
| And a smile on your lips |
| When your heart lights up |
| You cease to exist |
| Terror in your eyes |
| And a smile on your lips |
| When you hear the lyrics |
| You cease to exist |
| Terror in your eyes |
| And a smile on your lips |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Latyrx | 2017 |
| 8pt Agenda ft. Latyrx | 2010 |
| 8 Point Agenda ft. Latyrx | 1999 |
| Cloud #9 ft. Latyrx | 2018 |
| Storm Warning | 2018 |
| Aim for the Flickering Flame | 2018 |
| The Beast | 2012 |
| Burning Hot in Cali on a Saturday Night | 2017 |
| Looking over a City | 2017 |
| Gorgeous Spirits (Aye, Let's Go!) | 2012 |
| The Last Trumpet | 2017 |
| The Muzappers Mix: Aim for the Flickering Flame/Rankin' #1 | 2017 |
| Exclamation Point ft. Forrest Day | 2013 |
| Balcony Beach | 2017 |
| Live at 90.3 '94 | 2017 |
| Burnt Pride | 2017 |
| Bad News | 2017 |
| Off (with) Their Heads [Be Prompt] | 2017 |
| Say That | 2017 |
| The Quickening (The Wreckoning Part II) | 2017 |