#trap rap

I come from the land of the abyss 🕳️ In a place, where the suns Rise against the rain and the storms It's all written I'll take on the roles of my fore fathers' mission From old traditions, we share the same vision Until we perish, there's no rhyme without a reason (Oh) The world beyond is ours ✊

Below: Terror 🐉 by Reble 🇮🇳

Full lyrics of Terror by Reble on genius.com

Daiaphi Lamare, known professionally as Reble, is an Indian rapper and songwriter, hailing from Meghalaya, India.

Her music blends hip-hop with elements from trap,  hardcore, alternative, and R&B.

Magazines such as Femina, Elle India, and Rolling Stone India have featured her work, noting its bold lyricism.

In 2021, Vogue India named her among eight emerging Indian women in hip-hop. 

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The world beyond is ours ✊🐉

Below: official music video of Terror

Death

Bets lost

Turned around

Seen the barrel

Come out, flash, on the

Ground with no life or sound

Now, here I go about to

Drown in a pool of my

Blood

A flood

Sinking ship

Into the ‘byss

Why does it end like

This, I’m so numb and cold

I feel light but also a

Stone, alone, no light shown

Help

I felt

The hands of

The dead, under

The water but I

Still sweat and still regret

Crying for my babies I have

Not even seen or had

Yet

I cry

Up until

I touch the bed

Then I understand

That it was all his plan

A wicked plan by Devil

Hands, they engulfed me

Warmth

Turned more

Pulling me

Underneath the

Shore, but I’m too weak

Too tired to keep fighting

The midnight ocean floor falls

Now everything feels

Torn

Apart

Scorched Earth

And torn flesh from

The ones that torture

Us, castles, hierarchies

But we live down on our knees

With no chance or choice to

Leave

This can’t

Be, not for

Eternity

Lord please save me from

This place that has no name

I’ve must’ve been misplaced a

Mistake, I can’t believe

I’m

Looking

At these gates

Oh god, the stench

Fire, sulfur, and flesh

It’s making my stomach

Clench, its worse than a bloated

Corpse of a used up

Whore

Step in

And the gore

Is eye gouging

Molded dead corpses

Prolapsing, shouting with

Ear piercing wails as they dig

Their nails into their throats

Eat

Become

Food for these

Creatures, seizures

If my heart was still

Pumping, my legs won’t start

Running, chained to the Lake of

Fire so I can’t ever

Tire

Slaughtered

Like damn pigs

From the nuts to

The wigs, gutted for

Food and clothing, only

To get remolded from the

Ash, immortal but there’s

A

Catch, pain,

It never

Goes away, it’s

Excruciating

People complaining, they

Seek suicide and I have too

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Wild to think about how we don't touch on music or dance history AT ALL in school (unless you sign up for a specific class that isn't even in all schools).

That shit should be REQUIRED in your default history class. People should know and be aware that trap music is a direct result of Reagan's policy choices in the 80s.

People should know that French King Louis XIV was so OBSESSED with ballet that he did it all the time and made people call him the Sun King.

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