I Know [prod. sobernap]

if an underground rapper isn't doing shows and starts singing about how much he loves you, just know it's all bullshit and he's full of shit. Just enjoy the music and leave it alone. 

"All of everything —it never ends. Secrets emerge and facts are buried. Eventually nothing should surprise. Time breaks our promises and our strong will. Once I withstood anything that came, like steel. I've lost my edge thinking what would happen to her, widowed, orphaned child, left to enemies. I'll go wash by the shore and clean this filth off me now that the sickness has passed. I'll go to a trackless place and I'll cover this ugly weapon, bury it where no one sees. Night and hell can have it. I took it with this hand from jinxed Hector as a gift—I got no prize from Greeks. But what they say is true: an enemy's offering is no gift."

you'll end up fighting a whole city and everyone but him to get to the coward. He was never worthy, it was never worth it

"The killer is cocked and ready—and if I think about it, a gift to me from Hector who was my most hated enemy—planted in the angry Trojan ground. 
It's armed. 
It's aimed. 
It's hungry.
Everything rests on the trigger's edge. It'll do this last quick favor. It's all set—so am I. First, I pray to you, Zeus, but I won't ask for much. Just send word about what happens to Teucer so he finds me, fallen here over this bloody weapon, before my rivals get to me or dogs and birds eat me. Only that, Zeus—all I ask.

Hermes, show me the way below. No struggle—just a quick jump; finish this all in one shot. Next, I call on the Furies who see all of human pain, awful inescapable demons.

Look at me:
the Atreids destroyed me at last. Share some of this with them. If they get to watch me killed here by my own weapon, let their families feed on them. Hurry and take revenge, lightning sisters. Enjoy them all—spare no one!

You, driver of the sheer sky,
Sun,
when you see my home slow down just a little bit and tell them my sad story. Tell my father and unhappy mother. My miserable mother.......... when she hears she'll be screaming in the streets.....

Enough daydreams. It's pointless to grieve. I've got a job to do.

Death!!! Death, come look at me: you and I have some business. And you, blinding fire of day, one last time I'll salute you, but this is it—never again.
The light, the land, the world, *******, the place I called home....and Athens and all the people, springs and rivers and even Troy, goodbye to everything that fed me. I've said my last to you; the rest I say in hell."

⛧ 𓆩ĐēⱥđɃꝋīī𓆪⛧
          𝔊.𝔅.ℭ
Gone...💔

I Know [prod. sobernap]

Hollows