"Seven Thirty"
composed & produced by:
YU-C Beats (Yossi Steinman)
lyrics & vocals by:
Kabal (Kevin Theodoropolus)
contains a sample from:
the film "SE7EN" and the song:
"I'm Back" by Eminem
lyrics
Seven Thirty
(V1.)
Started as a child, who was fiendishly wild,
Couldn't get enough extreme, fuck your medium & mild/
Hit ya with a stapler, like your name was paper,
I wasn't in my zone if I wasn't in a caper/
Uncontrollable, always dysfunctional,
Munching on some bugs just to make you uncomfortable/
Playing mind games, instead of playing simon says,
Syphon gas while I stump ya with a lament rhyming quiz/
Stymie kids like an optical illusion,
Brains-a-mess from my illogical confusion/
Truth be told, I've never been all there,
Youth get bold, you better call a pallbearer/
At the drop of a hair, or at the drop of a dime,
I can snap like that, and pop right out of my mind/
Cus with the push of a button, you can summon Kevin Theo,
Cleaning out your clock, stuck on seven three zero/
(Chorus)
Seven thirty, seven thirty,
I start seeing red and my visions getting blurry/
Seven thirty, seven thirty,
Hit you with the kitchen sink cus I never fight dirty/
Fists of fury, cus your mouth was to wordy,
Hitting flurries, but I'm just to sturdy/
Chirping birdy, getting cooked like a turkey,
Seven thirty, seven thirty/
(V2.)
I bomb nasty, tearing calm crafty,
Get you with the claw like I was Baron Von Raschke/
So pay attention while I'm teaching you a lesson,
Hatchet to the face now let me axe you a question/
Making progress, but I seem to regress,
Whenever suckers stepping to me they all feel the repress/
I seem passive, then shit gets drastic,
I turn spastic and leave you with your ass kicked/
I get sparked by the sight of you red,
Stomp my trademark on the side of your head/
Got a few loose screws, so if you're lighting my fuse,
You can bet your bottom dollar you'll be battered and bruised/
Refuse to lose, I never ever tapped out,
Never ever crapped out, cus my raps got clout/
Backstabbing, sucker punchers try to wrangle in stealth,
"What goods it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?"
(Chorus)
Seven thirty, seven thirty,
I start seeing red and my visions getting blurry/
Seven thirty, seven thirty,
Hit you with the kitchen sink cus I never fight dirty/
Fists of fury, cus your mouth was to wordy,
Hitting flurries, but I'm just to sturdy/
Chirping birdy, getting cooked like a turkey,
Seven thirty, seven thirty/
Seven thirty, seven thirty,
I start seeing red and my visions getting blurry/
Seven thirty, seven thirty,
Hit you with the kitchen sink cus I never fight dirty/
Fists of fury, cus your mouth was to wordy,
Hitting flurries, but I'm just to sturdy/
Chirping birdy, getting cooked like a turkey,
Seven thirty, seven thirty/
credits
from Tribes Of The Moon,
released April 20, 2015
YU-C Beats(Y.Steinman)
Kabal(K.Theodoropolus)
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