The Hearse - Kool Keith

Ooooooooooooohhhh

I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the crying

For the dying I feel belief in what we all be trying

I see the night, the moment for the reason of the cryin

Of dyin, I feel that we be all tryin (tryin, tryin, tryin)

My 454 engine, war suspension, immaculate

Black hearse Undatakerz dead corpse in the back of it

Attackin rappers with cake, flossy niggas in clubs

Moet bottles and Cristal but they ain’t showin no love

Reverand Tom’ll buy me a eulogy, I spit in your face

Drive you to the cemetary, make you sit in the grave

I’ll bury you, not just my alias name, but the truth

Smashin all your favorite rappers, whether woman or dude

Shiny suits and pretty makeup, homo rappers in trucks

Leave you six feet under, all covered up in the dump

From the jump it’s on and poppin one-eight-seven on sight

The homicidal Undatakerz takin over the mic

Drivin a black hearse

Ooooooooooooohhhh

I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the crying

For the dying I feel belief in what I’m feel-in (feelin)

I see the night, the moment for the reason of the cryin

For the dyin, I feel belief in what I feel (what I feel)

I’m rollin pimpin through these grey clouds

Pickin up bodies cause I’m a wild child, I love my lifestyle

Check the repertoire, if you read between the fine lines

Of life and death, niggas dyin, strugglin for they last breath

You hear the sound of the trumpet blow!

Your body’s cold cause caps be gettin peeled

And blood be gettin spilled

Pimpin out headlights and creepin through the night, will they blast

Do they wanna smoke me?

Or provoke me?

I’m workin with a fifth

And five freshly dipped sticks, embalmed it’s the M-Balmer

Fuck all y’all niggas and y’all baby mommas

Spit shit by the bound, M-Balmer finish every round

Watchin dollars multiply into six figures

Got no time for skanless-ass hoes and bitch niggas

Wonder where I get my lye, no-ass hoes abbreviated

They contemplated the playerhatian caught me up in situations

Best believe, now they assassination

So let it bang, and I’ma swing this thang

Itty bitty knockin busters off my titty

So saditty with the Thee Undatakerz with me

Now really.

I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the crying (the crying)

For the dying I feel belief in what I feel (what I feel)

I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying (crying)

For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel (what I feel)

Energetic, kinetic, fuck a free

Catastrophe, passive leaded with embroidery

Rotary, dope from me, loadin me, tortin me

Close aphobia, with the knee jack, with the knee pack

Comin to attack with LoJack

Nigga whether you white or you black, I rack, you lack

Count attack the track, and carry load my back

Action sacks, power jets, burn to the max

Socialism with cannibal vocalism

Hopin ism, diplo manalism, smokin ism

Jerkin with the jism and wisdom, hip-a-pot-a-mo-pism

Material on grism lyricalism

The tiger and bear-a-lism, monkey and animalism

Oh, ohhhhhhh

I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the crying (the crying)

For the dying I feel belief in what I feel (what I feel)

I see the night, the moment for the reason of the crying (crying)

For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel (what I feel)

For what I feel, for what I feel

Belief in what you’re dying, the crying

Oooh ooooh oohh, oh oh oooh