Deth Season K-Rino (Ft. Snapp)
"Deth Season" by K-Rino (Ft. Snapp) is a #HipHop track released in 2015. The song explores themes of struggle, resilience, and the harsh realities of life, reflecting on societal issues and personal battles. K-Rino's intricate wordplay and storytelling highlight the urgency of confronting these challenges. The unique musical elements include a haunting beat and sharp lyrical delivery, creating an intense atmosphere. The song resonates with listeners facing adversity, making it a powerful anthem within the underground hip-hop community, emphasizing the importance of perseverance.
[Verse 1: Snapp]
Spit bars, get larger than life and get robbed
It's all about the Benjamins the ballers tip-off
Tip off of the old block
Jackers be lurking, keep your doors locked
More cops more jail, more prisoners no bail
Catch hell if you go tell, family with you? Oh, well
No telling what niggers might do to you over dope sales
More hell in a hand basket, death to prevail drastic
Funeral homes overcrowded the tryna sell caskets
I pass and fail classes, I rap to tell bastards, not to excel backwards
Snapp is a well grafted architect, mellow dramatics gats you with sharper flex
Thoughts affect you in ways you can't imagine, you call it stress
It's all a test, we gotta make it pass these obstacles
Survival of the fittest, not all about what you got to prove
If I was you, I would at least listen to reason
This is the season for niggas to die, at least you still breathing
[Verse 2: Snapp]
Capitalism widespread
Hospitals supply dead bodies for organ donations nigga, you heard what I said
Prison making them top dollars
Free labor, we not outta slavery yet, niggers still wanna flash and pop collars
And you ain't got to be a top scholar
That's obvious poverty-stricken hoods, ghettos niggas should even probably guess
If I was you, I would at least listen to reason
This is the season for niggas to die, at least you still breathing
Spit bars, get larger than life and get robbed
It's all about the Benjamins the ballers tip-off
Tip off of the old block
Jackers be lurking, keep your doors locked
More cops more jail, more prisoners no bail
Catch hell if you go tell, family with you? Oh, well
No telling what niggers might do to you over dope sales
More hell in a hand basket, death to prevail drastic
Funeral homes overcrowded the tryna sell caskets
I pass and fail classes, I rap to tell bastards, not to excel backwards
Snapp is a well grafted architect, mellow dramatics gats you with sharper flex
Thoughts affect you in ways you can't imagine, you call it stress
It's all a test, we gotta make it pass these obstacles
Survival of the fittest, not all about what you got to prove
If I was you, I would at least listen to reason
This is the season for niggas to die, at least you still breathing
[Verse 2: Snapp]
Capitalism widespread
Hospitals supply dead bodies for organ donations nigga, you heard what I said
Prison making them top dollars
Free labor, we not outta slavery yet, niggers still wanna flash and pop collars
And you ain't got to be a top scholar
That's obvious poverty-stricken hoods, ghettos niggas should even probably guess
If I was you, I would at least listen to reason
This is the season for niggas to die, at least you still breathing
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