1617: I. Overture Lyrics

It's 28 Savage

Bringing a ballad full of rhythm

Showing the chronicles of me

Since it shouldn't be written

Though it may seem from my bars

I'm a magician of fire,

A pyromancer isn't me

Or what I desire

Bring it from the top

The savior of the cold

Is about to share its origins

He shaped the cold

After the teachings of Euclid

He didn't freeze to death

His number is perfect

Even Mr. Beach the legend

Yes, He confirmed it

The story, it slowly unfolds

As the chords, and the song, go

But the mystery, that we all truly desire

Is how the situation, became so dire

1617, 1617

The day things became wild

For the men who now are telling it

The ones that have worked hard through the grit

Are making the quilt that will be knit

1617, 1617

When the colder side of the world

Came to reign terror over it

The vicious might of them

Almost made humanity dead

The cold inside, almost made them bled

1617, 1617

The time of the year

For the birth of 28 Savage

It was time to turn up the cold said God

As you can see now we have him

1617, 1617

The story is not finished

So we must continue

It is far from over

When we see our characters fall through

So the story starts on the day of snow (After this it was the cursed tale)

Sliding down the hill was their goal (The day was going great until goodness failed)

They wanted to have fun but something inside (The story only worsens)

Said that mischief should no longer hide

After a prank

On the idiotic rank

They said trials were to take place in conditions

Of fire, darkness, water, and lastly

The cold

28, went with no shirt and no shoes

No one let him enter, so he started feeling blue

The viciousness of these fellows

Somehow made 28 so chill and mellow

After knowing the pain, the Funyun God said

I'm sorry will you please forgive me

All because of this stupid joke

So thus, 28 was born

1617, 1617

The day things became wild

For the men who now are telling it

The ones that have worked hard through the grit

Are making the quilt that will be knit

1617, 1617

When the colder side of the world

Came to reign terror over it

The vicious might of them

Almost made humanity dead

The cold inside, almost made them bled

1617, 1617

The time of the year

For the birth of 28 Savage

It was time to turn up the cold said God

As you can see now we have him

1617, 1617

The story is not finished

So we must continue

It is far from over

When we see our characters fall through