Name: Spawn Aka Tracing Back The Time 2023 by Ammon
Duration: 3 min 13 s
Description: Ammon - Spawn Aka Tracing Back The Time - Written & Produced By Ammon

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Ammon - Spawn Aka Tracing Back The Time - Written & Produced By Ammon

Spawn Aka Tracing Back The Time 2023

Harvest 2- Crop Circles

Crimes of Colour

Crimes Of Colour

Lyrics: 

(Guess we’re both after the same killer)
D’ya know what I mean? Lyrical crime scene,  
Words sharper than a knife, cutting through this routine,  
In the shadows I hide, where the danger resides,  
Murdering beats, I’ve got nothing but pride
Phelps on the prowl, yeah, he’s searching for clues,  
But like the Devils Son, I’m in All Black hues.  
Ma’ flows so cold, freeze time like a photo frame,  
Have cunts saying, “The Craics done it again”

Murder this mic, yeah ya’ can’t catch me,  
On the run in the dark, you’ll never snatch me.  
Murderous ink, in this game, I’m the author,  
Speak like a sgian on a lyrical slaughter.  X2

Bobby’s in blue, mad, scanning the scene,  
But I’m rolling in the deep, plotting up ma’ next scheme.  
A savage of the sound, it travels through the air,  
While they comb through the city, I’m beyond their snare.  
If a bar is a bullet, then I’m loaded with clips,  
Spitting truth in the booth, watch the fuzz do a flip
I’m the rage in the machine, you can’t  place my design,  
Got the heart of a lion, and ma’ mind is on crime.  
So let them chase ma’ shadow, let them follow ma’ sound,  
Who’s the King of the North? Who wears the crown underground?
With every word I unleash, I’m escaping the law,  
In the court of the streets, I’m the cunt ya’ can’t draw.  
Be certain, I’m lurking, the beat is ma’ turf,  
Murdering the mic since my album “Rebirth”
They say that I’m wanted, Call Me Fugitive
Stick the verse in a hearse, that’s how I choose to live.  

Murder this mic, yeah ya’ can’t catch me,  
On the run in the dark, you’ll never snatch me.  
Murderous ink, in this game, I’m the author,  
Speak like a sgian on a lyrical slaughter.  X2

Cole keeps searching, but he’s alone in the dark,  
No trace, no chance, I never leave a mark
I burnt down the stage, folk were gasping for breath,  
When the boom bap drops, am’ serving up death.  
Back to the CraicCave, where your man resides,  
Six stars, man, av’ got nowhere to hide,  
Murder the Mic, it’s all part of the game,  
Leaving no trace, just the Craic Heid name. 

This track was produced by JustKidd Productions, appreciate you brother.

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Written by Craic Heid. 







Murder The Mic

ANTICRISIS FT. 7HUGS (prod. STILLPOOR)

No Angel

(Vishnu is trying to persuade the prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multiarmed form and says, ‘Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.’)

The bombs start dropping, then the eyes start to cry
Mushroom clouds rise up to the sky
Radiation burns as the fallout spreads
Survivors are left but the world’s nearly dead
Destruction reigns, the Earth’s in decay
Nuclear winter, no light of day
Chaos ensues, anarchy rules
Humanity’s end, the world’s full of fools
The sky turns red, the ground shakes beneath
Flashes of light, the core starts to queef  
A roar like thunder, blast of intense heat
Smoke rises higher, folk start to retreat
I watched in horror as the buildings fall
Shockwaves ripple, fuckin’ it all
Prayers and panic, people running scared
The world as I knew it was no longer there
Mushroom clouds billow, radiation fills the air
Toxic fallout rains down, contaminating everywhere
This ain’t nightmare, this is reality
Such a tragedy, the end of humanity
I’m frozen in place but ma’ minds filled with dread 
I witness the living become the walking dead
Armageddon, the final chapter unfurled
The violation of this once vibrant world.
The end is near, the end is nigh
Annihilation, fuck, we’re all gonna die
Apocalypse now, its the final days
World War 3 has sealed our fate’s ways
Empires, now we can’t dig graves,  
Remnants of the past, cast out to the waves.  
Disintegrates, the night draws near,  
In the silence, you can hear the heavy weight of the fear.  
Eyes wide, primal instinct,  
Human race, brutal conflict.  
Hope’s a distant treasure buried deep in the dark,  
As you wander through the ruins, hear the dogs as they bark.  
Men against boys, it’s a savage game,  
Compassion fades away when only hunger remains.  
The streets are bloody, survival breeds greed 
In a world of desperation, it’s the crazies that lead.  
The sound of laughter becomes distant and rare,  
As the sun sets down, stripped, fucked and bare.  
So heed this tale of sorrow in a world gone array,  
Nuclear nightmares, beneath a neon sky.  
Bombs drop, chaos unfolds,  
Humanity, once stood bold.  
Cause’ deep down in the ashes, yeah, we’re left to reflect,  
On the choices that we made, and the lives we’d neglect.

Written by Craic Heid

Mixed by Craic Heid

Spawn Aka Tracing Back The Time 2023

Ammon

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