Cambatta - Ego Death (Daath) [DECYBOL Remix]

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  • čas přidán 14. 12. 2023
  • Remix I did of The BATTA Man himself, hope y'all like it.
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  • @decybol
    @decybol  Před 5 měsíci +1

    LYRICS:
    I'm left alone
    I feel like someone's watching me
    And then I die
    And when I opened up my eyes
    I saw a suited man with a mic as he walks to me
    Curtains drawn
    Audience applauding me
    Chanting as a gorgeous broad's awarding me
    Rose from my seat, awkwardly
    Touch my head and felt the headset and cords on me
    Clearly, they're recording me
    Big screen showing my point of view accordingly
    And visions I don't want to see
    I turned and noticed that the chair that I was sitting in
    Is fitted with some virtual reality equipment shit
    Then it dawned on me
    The world that I was living in
    Is just a simulation that I only spent a minute in
    I was so shocked
    I had a heart attack and died from the adrenaline
    Then woke up in my bed again
    With blurred visioning
    I seen the silhouette of oddly shape headed men
    With little skinny skeletons
    As soon as I could see them I was dead again
    Now I can't remember them
    Now I can't remember me
    Naked on the cold floor trembling
    Struggle to my feet
    Stumble to the sink
    Cloudy water wet my skin
    Open eyes, see the mirror
    But I don't know who that man in reflection is
    Yet he lives, who the hell is this?
    Where's my pants? where's the kicks?
    Couldn't find em' so I exited extra quick
    Stepped out where the desert is
    Out where Kemet is
    All I see is sunset foreverness
    Travel forty days to the precipice
    Then I slipped
    Jumped off the edge of it
    Saw the light at the end of it then went to it
    As it opened I saw medics and my relatives
    Mama too, I guess heaven's relative
    Life is so repetitive, it never quits
    'Til you experience what all of your potential is
    The fear of death is slaving you
    It's changing you
    It's making you afraid to do
    The things that you were made to do
    We in a place where your creator animated you
    For training you
    And testing all the strength in you to make it through
    You never fade
    You just replay in complicated loops
    Until you reach your fate
    And then the gate in heaven waits for you
    If heaven's fake
    Then next dimension as a state is cool
    I thank my maker, then he thanked me cause I made him too
    In my worst times, I practiced death
    So proficient, I could do it in my first try
    Pass the test, unwrap my flesh
    Past the acid tab attempts and orgasmic sex
    Caps and stems, bags of wet
    DMT ain't doing justice to an actual death
    Moments after your last gasp for breath
    Feels better than when you had the breath
    The astral quest is [?]
    Allow me to lead you through the dark
    Feel free to board the ark
    Built with a design based on prehistoric sharks
    Sail through sound waves that are beating in your heart
    As I breathe it seems the frequency is sharp
    Then it flat lines
    My body is deceased and I depart
    I've seen the geometrics you graffiti in your art
    It's your ancestors speaking through the genius that you spark
    They've foreseen it with the charts
    The last afterlife mapmaker
    The cartographer, the path tracer
    Purgatory's first black mayor
    Mountain peak flag placer
    Die while I'm dead, I'll back be up in that manger
    Highly adaptable mass changer
    Shapeshifter
    Water when it's gas vapor
    I dissipate and reformulate it
    Cause that's nature
    Spread a seed as I'm trail blazing
    A grass grazer
    Praise the Revenant
    Grizzly bear wrestling
    Die and come back
    Vision clear ever since
    Think about it as I'm in my chair trembling
    Sitting here, penciling
    Scripts for weird medicines
    Really rare specimens
    Sipping sheer mescaline
    Returning spirit on a sixty year regimen
    I'm the living dead that isn't dead
    With a missing head that's still ahead
    You think you're awake but you're still in bed
    Die for the fun of it with Bill and Ted
    Fridge full of goat blood and chicken legs
    Life is just hatching in a little egg
    That's actually in a bigger egg
    Crack it then the hole will be too big to mend
    Greatest starts have the quickest ends
    Once you see the patterns you'll predict the trends
    As I'm glimpsing in my inner-lens
    If you don't than you're like Sampson when they clipped his dreads
    Just follow what the scripture says
    My dreams are so real, I saw a toilet and I pissed the bed

  • @TwoSistersReact
    @TwoSistersReact Před 7 měsíci +1

    🔥🔥🔥

  • @ExtraTrippRial
    @ExtraTrippRial Před 3 měsíci +1

    Fire!!!

  • @kendrickjamone6608
    @kendrickjamone6608 Před 6 měsíci +1

    I do like that beat on there