End of Me (Hell No)

Duration

4:31

Genres

Alternative Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Hell? No this is heaven for people who are determined, remaining in the fire, appreciating the burning. Chorus: What is this I'm living in? What else can this be? I can't feel and I cant see, is this the end of me? Verse 1: I'm angry and I'm heated off the ether in my veins, or either I"m dealing with my blood boiling with benefits. My name is irrelevant, they say he's just such and such. We don't game plan for him, we don't think he threatens us. You know that emotion that you feel? When you sitting on the bench but know you're better than everyone on the field? Well this is my theory, I refuse to get weary, even when I'm on my knees and my eyes get teary, and blood shot red I refuse to pout. In the middle of frustration I refuse to doubt. Got no rewards, no awards, not a reason to settle. Not a gold, not a silver, not even a bronze medal. No trophies in my trophies in my trophy case, nothing just dust. Who am I, who am I? Nothing just trust. Who am I, who am I? Got nothing to my name but I'm walking through this fire 'cause these flames are a must. Chorus (x2) Verse 2: Staring at my river full of tears, I look up to the heavens in this moment of reflection. One hell of a lesson, but God said, "You gotta learn this. For you to get where you goin', you must go through the furnace." At times it hard to deal with this internal inferno. You can see the pain inside my face from dealing with this fireplace. However, Imma make it however I gotta make it. No if and's or but's so, I tell ya what. Bring the pain from the scorch. Bring the flame, bring the torch. The gas with the matches, see if I burn to ashes. No. The hell I look like? Check my passion. Jesus I'll be damned if you don't make me everlasting. Oh, pardon my speech I'm parlaying in the heat, I aint being cool any longer, deal with this sauna. Aw, you think you living in a dark, cold world? Well welcome to my life, that charcoal world. Chorus (x2) Verse 3: Thinking to myself, if they knew what they what they do not, they would not sleep on me, they would not make a cot. Thinking to myself, they don't know what I got, like I slipped into the room with a pistol in my sock. They don't know what I'm packing like I might be here to jack 'em. They don't know what other weapons I may carry in my jacket. So hold up, hold up, this could be a hold up. Tell Eminem and 'nem I wouldn't shoot, I would blow up. If I had one shot, is that a dis? No it's not. I don't have any bullets, all I have are these missiles. You try to brush me off, I'm blowing up your bristles. You try to blow me off, I'm blowing up your whistle. To hell with all them cliches. They aint helpin these days. "Give it your best shot." No I KNOW I'm hot! And every single time practice didn't make perfection, it was building and building and building my aggression. Like Wayne in 2005, volume 2 of The Carter, I'm the fireman, I aint fireproof I am the firestarter. 'Cause these are hot lyrics, don't try to extinguish. Flame thrower for a tongue, that's flammable English. Denim play the fire til smoke's the only thing they smell. Imma spit the brimstone and we gon' give 'em hell. No relief from the heat like a twelve month summer son, We done had enough, let the drummer get some.