Roane's Notes
Shout Out to Chrosky for the dope Cover Art
Shout Out to BKBeats for mixing and mastering the whole thing and making it sound super sexy.
Verse 1: Exitium
Yo it's the passion in the moonlight
Towers crashin, blasting weapons, actions for a tombs sight
Who's line is it when the writtens flip the hour glasses
Time wastin away as the patience dips and now we're clashin
It's inevitable people pursing their lips quick till hell is in hold
Calling the reverend to bail em out but the demons have struck
Scheming through each of the secret plans that I'm bringing, leaving them stuck
It's the people that are victims, I'm lucifer with revenge in
My mental strippin the men and women who enter into this pen and
Try to battle me, but as far as being challenging
There's no one out there as dastardly leaving people as casualties
Yeah, I'm actually never viewed when I choose to drop a verse and immerse these cursed words into your tombs
It's unforgivable, creatures creeping feeding on every heathen
Who breathes in this direction parents grieving it's best if
You please leave and don't test me
The ring leader, I'm treating each of you people as next to
Nothing, bars bludgeoning, hearts ground, there's suffering
Suffocating every one with gasses, jew wish you could handle the actions that I've been planning
Verse 2: DJ DoinWork
It's the rapture, A passenger passing through tryna pass a fist
passively not a pacifist, pageantry got a past offense
Actually acting as fish, stranded out on the floor
She's wobbling tryna fling herself back towards the rap shore
But can she rap? sure, that's less of a problem
Probably positive that she can play a part like a possum
She was struggling to C, just trying to get U P
Times shifting rapidly never bothered to DRINK
Reality POP'd up and she seemed to be feeling free
Could C that she OD'd I'm not talking fish in the sea
Oblivious to oblivion,
One thought and her mind went racing back to gaining space from Him
Every day she went back to the visions that she held within
Never met a man with a presence
So powerful she began to fall in love with his sin
Passion passing, in past Inns they were smashing
The time ticking away, the present becoming past tense
The past's tense but they've lasted through all the past ticks
They practice for the madness of their last minutes
With every sentence she spent, she sent a mass diss
With every mention in it, she'd get a tad pissed
Seeming relentless in this, he tried to grab his Ms.
He missed his chance and she took advantage and rapped this.
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About the Artist
Roane
Member since October 4 2016