The Eulogy ft. Bishop Omega Lyrics

We are gathered here today to say goodbye

To say goodbye

This is a eulogy

And I'm not gon' start with all that fake stuff like, oh they ain't even about to play

Ayo here's a true story bout a life that I've been leadin'

Stained lines from the pen that I've been squeezin'

So blessed that of the day that I've been breathin'

And when the tears hit the paper, ink's bleedin'

I still weather a storm in any season

And I fruity they lose propeller reason

I murder a bee, the eulogy I'm leavin'

Yeah this life after death no need for grievin'

One moment of silence please

It's illuminated, but you're not in the right light

Stars still twinkle even if the sky's not night

Paper plane lit, heavy thought gon' take flight

Protectin' my life, layin' stuff in a steel pipe

I grit reality, I'm makin' sure it's held tight

I'm only held together by my own vice

Lessons learned and some of them even twice

Sports service still sold at the same price

See what I'm not gon' do? I'm not gon' say hello to you

Talkin' about they in heaven right now

Well they ain't sold, they sold

Nah they burnin'

And hell hotter than fish grease

I'ma tell you right now

Cause they took somethin' so pure, so innocent

And they demonized it

And we supposed to celebrate it

Oh no, I'm not celebratin' nothin' from you

You down there burnin' cause you deserve it

They keep askin' him, when do you stop

When do you sleep? Always punchin' the clock

When will you leave? Are we comin' or not

Pause

Roots showin' over growin' in plots

You can let them talk, they ain't sayin' a lot

Provin' facts, it's only raisin' your stock

Yeah, and that's advice from my man you call Oz

Drama rap, let it slap till you're needin' gauze

One man bittin', fully got a drum with no applaud

Clappin' off, now the sound's bouncin' off the walls

Genetic misfire, shot from your daddy's balls

Claim you on top, but you sittin' on a seesaw

So defective, never detected a recall

So selective, nowadays I only see more

Keep the leaves green, gather them before the fall

Stockpiled inside of a private store

R.I.P. to mumble rap

It's time for you to die, motherfucker