The Deity Complex ft. Krumb Snatcha - “(Gettin’) Closer to God (Divine Reminisce RMX)”
[Emcee(s): Krumb Snatcha]
[Producer(s): Supreme Scientist 7 (of The Deity Complex)]
[Scratches: DJ Premier]

[Verse 1: Krumb Snatcha]
Since the day I was young, I had premonitions of an ending
That come behind the barrel of the next man’s gun
It used to be fun when I’m the one doing the clapping. Now I’m
Facing my death, doing fast breath, no laughing
How can this happen? Holding my chest on the floor, laid up
All sprayed up, dreaming to even the score
Bright lights all I saw, my life flashed before me
From a distance, I heard a faint voice steady call me
My time is here. Fear, I’m ready
Trying to breathe steady, feeling my legs getting heavy. Lord
Don’t let me die this young without leaving a son to carry
Tradition. Listen, my life has just become
A nightmare flick, visions of swinging a pool stick
Depicted by near-death, I turn left, then pull quick
Lost control of my mind, flipped the safety off the nine and
Squeezed, chased ‘em down, discharging rounds, then fell on my knees
Reached for my heart, feeling my chest getting hot. I got caught
Vivid memories on how my gun dropped, bullets
Ain’t stocked, lost all thoughts of me rapping
Trying to catch one ‘fore I die for self-satisfaction
Get up off my knees, begged the Lord, “Please.” Picked up the squeeze
Dipped behind cars, bullet shells hitting the trees
Curse my enemies for being smart enough to take cover
Feeling my body shudder as I drop right in front of
The pool place as hot shells hit the cheek of my face
Catching bloody taste, watch my blood leave trace
Hennessy got me tripping, plus the brew I was sipping
Feeling warm blood dripping, I see them load a second clip in
Retreating, I’ve been defeated, my life is iced
Like popsicles. Open the door, hit the floor of the hospital
It’s on

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Premier]
“Getting closer to God in a tight situation” - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - “Shook Ones Pt. II”

[Verse 2: Krumb Snatcha]
My heart’s racing. A casualty in confrontation, hoping
One day I’ll awaken, feeling my body start shaking
I’ve been mistaken. Retaliation to come soon
Holding my gun wound on the floor of the hospital room
A silent cry for help as I look at the ceiling
My inner feeling telling me to start healing. Not in
A million years I would wanna end here, wiping
My tears, thinking of my long-lost career
In this business of rap. Now I’m flat on my back
Trying to put in place the face of this enemy cat
Cardiac control, I put a hold on my soul
Twenty-two years old, and my life done took its own toll
My body fold from numerous feelings I felt
Laying here lonely, watching my homie scream for help
I hear a doctor yelling directions to the meds
Cut open my threads, bring me to the nearest bed
Half-dead, my inner head screaming, losing my
Breathing (“Damn, I see demons”). Don’t
Remember the good Krumb, only the bad one
And now I can tell the depths of Hell for evils I’ve done
Can’t run, facing my worst of fears, leaving
My physical as my spiritual descends stairs, but
Wait, this can’t be real. I feel the angel Jibreel
Asking my name, overlooking my bloodstained gold chain
Easing my pain. From where he came? I don’t know
But he’s telling me it’s not the right time to go
Back of my throat, tubes sucking the ooze from my mouth
As nurses run about, trying to send me down south
“Who shot ya?”—that’s words from the detect’ and the
Doctor before I got flown to Beantown in a
Helicopter
[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Premier]
“Getting closer to God in a tight situation” - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - “Shook Ones Pt. II”

[Verse 3: Krumb Snatcha]
I awake with cold feet, feeling weak, and can’t eat
Seeing homies stand around, but no sounds, I can’t speak
Cheap hospital clothes and patched-up bullet holes
Got me depressed as I’m looking at my legs and my chest
They patched up five, lucky that I had survived
Laying in bed with a naked head but alive
Recalling the night before, me trying to make sure
I was staggering in through the hospital door
Wood cedar, then flash to a numeral
Respitator, then flashback to me getting respite
From my savior. I can’t understand it—must been the way that
They planned it in my commandment. I’m never taking life
For granted. Remembering on my knees, begging, “Please
Don’t let my soul get seized.” Lost track of my thoughts
‘Cause the DT’s came and questioned me, testing me
Got secrets thoughts of arresting me. Stop stressing me
‘Cause ain’t no confession, see? Funny ain’t it? Thought I was
Back in entertainment, now my image is tainted. Cuffed on
My crutches for arraignment. Damn!

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Premier]
“Getting closer to God in a tight situation” - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - “Shook Ones Pt. II”