POST MORTEM (FEAT. GREWSUM)

(D. Sacke, P. Davis, T. Lambert)

Produced by Kimbo Redd

Mixed by Kasland

Mastered by Kasland

Published by Room 28 Publishing (BMI)

[Verse 1: Kasland]

Can you kill a track with some feeling in the back

Some emotion in the beat with some rhythm, Mr. Sacke

Don't be silly, I'm on that, got me filling up a pack

With some sentimental crap and a little bit of rap

Mix it with some rock and a little bit of Bach

No, I'm playing, no I'm not, what I'm saying gon' be hot

Got me praying that I'm not in over my head

Let me know what I said when I'm old and I'm dead

I'm coming up quick with a vengeance, engines

Roaring up, sick, take attendance and it's

A couple thousand rappers who pretend its land is

Open to the rawest, wrong, so let's end this

I don't mean to say that you're never going to make it

But for your own sake, don't pretend to and fake it

Man, I can't take it, I'm aching and shaking

To keep myself up, but this weight can't awake it

 

[Chorus: Kasland & GrewSum]

Spit until the day I die, this is it in a minute I

Will destroy what I feel inside, no more feelings I'm offensive, why? I

Realize now what a beast I am, blood dripping down my chin when I feast, hot damn

I can entertain quick on a track, no boredom, even when I'm gone, come back, post mortem

Spit until the day I die, this is it in a minute I

Will destroy what I feel inside, no more feelings I'm offensive, why? I

Realize now what a beast I am, blood dripping down my chin when I feast, hot damn

I can entertain quick on a track, no boredom, even when I'm gone, come back, post mortem

 

[Verse 2: GrewSum]

I'm a track murderer cause I kill it like I do

Hunting mother fuckers then I cook them into stew

You don't want to be the one I have to do it to

Because there ain't no coming back from when I catch them and you're through

Donnie Darkflow in a pitch black room

Just thinking about the things that Imma have to do soon

Hating on me, better switch that tune

Before you catch a body slam from Gorilla Monsoon

I'm a high profile rhyme and I'm all attacking you

High octane mind frame when I'm blasting through

High off dank, big thanks to who I got it through

High on pills, show you what that OxyContin do

Fuck rehab, I don't want to go there

If I'm going to O.D. then I really don't care

27 years old right now, that's perfect

Legendary status when I rap, for certain

 

[Chorus: Kasland & GrewSum]

Spit until the day I die, this is it in a minute I

Will destroy what I feel inside, no more feelings I'm offensive, why? I

Realize now what a beast I am, blood dripping down my chin when I feast, hot damn

I can entertain quick on a track, no boredom, even when I'm gone, come back, post mortem

Spit until the day I die, this is it in a minute I

Will destroy what I feel inside, no more feelings I'm offensive, why? I

Realize now what a beast I am, blood dripping down my chin when I feast, hot damn

I can entertain quick on a track, no boredom, even when I'm gone, come back, post mortem

 

[Verse 3: Kasland & GrewSum]

Hit one at a time when I'm hurting and I'm dying

Then I'm squirting out a line every turn of a dime

Then I'm learning how to rhyme and it's burning up my mind

But I'm certain that I'm fine, oh, what a burden of mine

What's that now? Don't be lurking to find

What you don't want to see, there's a person inside

It's a curse you're beside, what's the worst way to die

I'm thinking buried alive, I'm the first out of five

Get murked on the side of the road by a merciless guy

Put you deep in the earth as you cry

No returning to life once I work it, insides with the mixer

Man, it gets worse, I can't lie

Close curtains and find you with worms in your eyes

Big furnace, worth it to burn you alive

These verses are words from the stern and the pride

That are perfect, the best that you've heard in your life

 

[Chorus: Kasland & GrewSum]

Spit until the day I die, this is it in a minute I

Will destroy what I feel inside, no more feelings I'm offensive, why? I

Realize now what a beast I am, blood dripping down my chin when I feast, hot damn

I can entertain quick on a track, no boredom, even when I'm gone, come back, post mortem

Spit until the day I die, this is it in a minute I

Will destroy what I feel inside, no more feelings I'm offensive, why? I

Realize now what a beast I am, blood dripping down my chin when I feast, hot damn

I can entertain quick on a track, no boredom, even when I'm gone, come back, post mortem

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