Six Feet Beneath My Feet
v4
@Kenneth Taylor
Six Feet Beneath My Feet
v4
@Kenneth Taylor
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Little boy, cold crib
Broken toys on the floorboards
Mama in the next room
Pushin' metal, buildin' warforms
Veins thick like cables
She do curls with the gravestones
Laugh wrong, table flip
Teeth scatter like gemstones
She say, "Tejo, hush"
While she load up them steel plates
Every rep, every breath
Sound like sealed fates
Bible on the dresser
Pages soaked, ink bleeds
I see shadows in the corners
Hear 'em chantin' what she needs
[Chorus]
Six feet beneath my motherfuckin' feet
That's where every little snitch get to sleep
Run your mouth, feel the dirt in your teeth
Stitch after stitch, you a ghost in the street
Six feet beneath my motherfuckin' feet
Witchy little rats get wrapped in the sheets
You ain't runnin' when the shovel dig deep
Six feet, six feet, six feet
[Verse 2]
Picture day, black eyes
Teacher ask, "Did you fall, son?"
I just stare at the wall
Hear my mother say, "We all done"
She got muscles in her madness
She got thunder in her grin
Flex once, whole house
Start shiverin' within
She say, "Tejo, who talked?
Name a name, I make 'em history"
I point at the window
Blame the wind, blame the mystery
But that snitch on the corner
Kept laughin' at our bruises
Next week, empty desk
Just a backpack full of excuses
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Snitch witches get stitches
Then they sink in the ditches
Mud bubbled-up whispers
Blood, bugs, and the crickets
You hear steps on the gravel
You feel breath on your teeth
You can scream to the sky
But you're screamin' beneath
Mama draggin' that bag
Like she draggin' my sins
Say, "Tejo, close your eyes"
While the nightmare begins
"No one's runnin'," she grin
"You can't outrun concrete"
Every secret that you told
Now it sleep at her feet
[Chorus]
Little boy, cold crib
Broken toys on the floorboards
Mama in the next room
Pushin' metal, buildin' warforms
Veins thick like cables
She do curls with the gravestones
Laugh wrong, table flip
Teeth scatter like gemstones
She say, "Tejo, hush"
While she load up them steel plates
Every rep, every breath
Sound like sealed fates
Bible on the dresser
Pages soaked, ink bleeds
I see shadows in the corners
Hear 'em chantin' what she needs
[Chorus]
Six feet beneath my motherfuckin' feet
That's where every little snitch get to sleep
Run your mouth, feel the dirt in your teeth
Stitch after stitch, you a ghost in the street
Six feet beneath my motherfuckin' feet
Witchy little rats get wrapped in the sheets
You ain't runnin' when the shovel dig deep
Six feet, six feet, six feet
[Verse 2]
Picture day, black eyes
Teacher ask, "Did you fall, son?"
I just stare at the wall
Hear my mother say, "We all done"
She got muscles in her madness
She got thunder in her grin
Flex once, whole house
Start shiverin' within
She say, "Tejo, who talked?
Name a name, I make 'em history"
I point at the window
Blame the wind, blame the mystery
But that snitch on the corner
Kept laughin' at our bruises
Next week, empty desk
Just a backpack full of excuses
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Snitch witches get stitches
Then they sink in the ditches
Mud bubbled-up whispers
Blood, bugs, and the crickets
You hear steps on the gravel
You feel breath on your teeth
You can scream to the sky
But you're screamin' beneath
Mama draggin' that bag
Like she draggin' my sins
Say, "Tejo, close your eyes"
While the nightmare begins
"No one's runnin'," she grin
"You can't outrun concrete"
Every secret that you told
Now it sleep at her feet
[Chorus]
Style of Music
rap, Menacing horrorcore beat with detuned bells, sub-heavy bass, and sparse, rattling percussion. Male vocals, low and snarling in the verses, double-tracked shouts on key punchlines. Chorus swells with eerie choir pads and distorted ad-libs, then drops into stripped-back drums for the verse to keep every bar front and center.
