Getback season

Lyrics

[Intro: cemetery rain, mourners quietly crying, distant solemn preacher; no drums. Subtle metallic gun-loading clicks under speech] We gather here today to lay a young soul to rest. Surrounded by his loved ones, the ones who knew him best. So Let us grieve the only way we know how. 'Cause these streets deliver justice, and the time to ride is now [Rain fades; brief space; minimal piano and deep 808 enter slowly] [Verse 1: deep smooth close-mic talk-rap, slow deliberate pauses, bare 808/kick/snare] Ain't slept since the funeral. Eyes red; mind clear. Wrote your lame ass name on the wall, now the wall knows fear. Learned your fuckin' routine: gas station, 9:02, same black hoodie, same move, same lame ass crew. Dumbass postin' yo location like the opps can't read, like the block don't watch, like the dead don't bleed. I been patient, that's what you should know about me. I ain't a hothead, muhfucka. I'm da one finna make yo mama grieve. Thinkin’ you was on top, but the bottom gon' swallow you whole. My Lil bro in the dirt, so I'm gunnin for yo soul. I don't talk, I don't post, I don't rap about shit. I just slide on the side, then come back for the hit. First lap, let the stick do the talkin'. Second lap, make sure they ain't a muhfucka left walkin'. Third lap? They ain't no third lap, bitch. No threat, just a lesson, As I'm flippin back dat switch. [Chorus: blunt, calm talk-rap; steady 808, no singing, no shouted ad-libs] You the one that sealed your fate, so it's on you, muhfucka Now I'm spinnin' back, I'm comin' through, muhfucka I Caught 'em lackin' dats when my stick get ta clappin' Don't ask me what happened. They know what da fuck happened. [Verse 2: tighter rhythmic triplet articulation, same slow beat, low spoken voice; no harmonizing] Rollin' and rollin', the window gon' open, the smokin' is comin' from me Holdin' and holdin' da grudge till it's golden; I'm frozen...I'm cold as can be Prayin' and prayin', the devil be sayin' "oh. Now you da fuckin' boss?" Playin' and playin', And yo soul is what it cost. Tick-tock, the clock on the block, I been watchin' da spot, where ya always set up shop. Slick talk: postin a pic with his chain round ya neck, You see da shadows come creepin, And they come to collect. (Oh-oh-oh)But the reaper's been patient, (oh-oh-oh) that fucker's my relation (Oh-oh-oh) Da pastor's been waitin', (oh-oh-oh) to read your fuckin name, now yo title sits vacant, Waiting for the next one to claim it. [Verse 3: restrained personal storytelling, gradually sharper; minimal piano and 808] Y'all was laughin' on Live, while my momma was cryin'. Now I'm laughin' in the whip, and I ain't never fuckin lyin'. You said "free my niggas"? Better pray dem niggas stay locked, 'cause ain't no help comin', da fuckin reapers on yo block. Paranoid? Hell nah, more like pure delight. What's da matter lil nigga? You see, I'm dat fuckin devil in da pale moonlight. Punk bitch checkin' all ya closets, Tweakin when yo dog bark. I told you da reaper been patient, And he waitin’ in the dark. He Gonna snatch yo fuckin soul, And rip out yo pussy heart. This is the get back, muhfucka, Dis is where yo pain starts. X 'Cause I traced da fuckin addie Back to My auntie house! Cuh sold him to the opps, He ran his bitch ass mouth. Same bed when we was kids, same plate, same name. Now I'm standin' at yo mama door, watchin her hold da same pain. She opened it, looked at me, while her tears fell true. [All drums stop for one bar; faint rain, exposed dry vocal] "Auntie, Wish I could say I was sorry, But what the fuck you expect me to do? You know he had it coming, and his lame ass crew. [Refrain: soft, firm spoken words, no melody or chant; beat stays minimal] All dis from what you did first, Now yo mama cryin' in dat long black hearse. [Outro: low spoken prayer; rain returns, 808 fades out] Dear Lord, I ain't gon' lie to you. If I had Another chance still be da same outcome: I wouldn't break. I wouldn't bend. Them muhfuckas had it coming, dey knew how dis would end. And when it's my turn....and it's comin'... I can finally say "Amen." Just please send me where I sent them, So I can do it all again. [SFX: one short automatic gunfire burst; hard cut to silence; do not vocalize]