Released: January 1, 1997
Songwriter: Krumb Snatcha
Producer: DJ Premier
Krumb Snatcha - “(Gettin’) Closer to God”
[Emcee(s): Krumb Snatcha]
[Producer(s): DJ Premier]
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
[Sample 1 (Multiple Elements): The Jackson 5 - “I Am Love” (0:17 and 0:14)]
[Sample 2 (Multiple Elements): A Tribe Called Quest - “Push It Along” (0:00)]
[Intro: Krumb Snatcha]
Uh, ’97. Preemo, D&D, y’all. That’s right. I want to speak a little truth about what guns is really about ‘cause me being a victim of guns, it was an experience of getting closer to God
[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
I guess my time is here. Suppress my 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”
“Let me be your angel and I’ll be your protection” - Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim - “Eric B. Is President”
“I stop breathing. Damn, I see demons” - Sample from Snoop Dogg on Snoop Dogg ft. Daz Dillinger - “Murder Was the Case”
[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”
“Let me be your angel and I’ll be your protection” - Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim - “Eric B. Is President”
“I stop breathing. Damn, I see demons” - Sample from Snoop Dogg on Snoop Dogg ft. Daz Dillinger - “Murder Was the Case”
“Getting closer to God” - 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!
[Emcee(s): Krumb Snatcha]
[Producer(s): DJ Premier]
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
[Sample 1 (Multiple Elements): The Jackson 5 - “I Am Love” (0:17 and 0:14)]
[Sample 2 (Multiple Elements): A Tribe Called Quest - “Push It Along” (0:00)]
[Intro: Krumb Snatcha]
Uh, ’97. Preemo, D&D, y’all. That’s right. I want to speak a little truth about what guns is really about ‘cause me being a victim of guns, it was an experience of getting closer to God
[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
I guess my time is here. Suppress my 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”
“Let me be your angel and I’ll be your protection” - Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim - “Eric B. Is President”
“I stop breathing. Damn, I see demons” - Sample from Snoop Dogg on Snoop Dogg ft. Daz Dillinger - “Murder Was the Case”
[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”
“Let me be your angel and I’ll be your protection” - Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim - “Eric B. Is President”
“I stop breathing. Damn, I see demons” - Sample from Snoop Dogg on Snoop Dogg ft. Daz Dillinger - “Murder Was the Case”
“Getting closer to God” - 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!