The Pit and the Pendulum Poetic Rap Version Lyrics
I'm accused of something, standing in a room or something,
With candles and three dudes dressed in black.
They must be judges. Well, I think that's true,
I can hardly hear, but I can see their lips move.
They say the words that seal my fate,
“Guilty!” they say,
Yeah these guys want to kill me.
I swoon, through the black I move,
And when I wake up, I find up myself in a room.
Had they buried me? Is this a tomb? Is this a grave?
Well, I can't really say.
I don't know where I am supposed to be at,
I open my eyes to see, but it is totally black.
The darkness seems so close, wrapped in it like a coat,
Nearly choke, nearly give up hope, but no.
I want to find out how big the room is,
So round the cell I walk, but I trip and fall hard.
You go round and round,
It comes down and down,
You know, nothing but your soul deep in the cell,
If the pit don’t get you then the pendulum will.
I go back to measuring the cell,
Well, it seems about a hundred paces but face it,
I'm confused, and then I trip over my laces,
And fall to the floor, but where my face is,
Isn’t the floor, it's a pit, I don't know deep.
So I take a little rock and just let it drop,
I hear it knock off the sides of the pit till
It falls in some water with a plop.
And I realize this pit must have been a surprise,
to the hundreds of guys like me who died,
In this cell before.
I pass out again, can't take it anymore.
I wake up and see the room glows... faintly,
I'm tied to a cot and there's no escaping.
From the ceiling, there’s a chord,
And it’s swinging a pendulum back and forth.
And slowly, just barely,
The pendulum's getting lower and closer to me.
And then I see up all the way,
And see the bottom of the pendulum's a sharpened blade.
It sways, and it’ll be a matter of minutes
Before the blade tears through me and I'm finished.
I try to escape, but I'm tied up in knots,
And I'm not able to break free from the cot.
I see beside me some spicy meat,
And now troops of rats come in to eat.
But I know the truth, it's more than a hunch:
When they finish the meat, I'll be feeding them lunch!
You go round and round,
It comes down and down,
You know, nothing but your soul deep in the cell,
If the pit don’t get you then the pendulum will.
I had barely missed the pit,
Now the pendulum descends with a horrible hiss,
It's getting so lower, I yell, “Yo please hold up!”
But no luck!
They don't give a rat's behind about my behind,
And so Igo through my memories on rewind.
But then I think about the rats behind me,
I'm not Ready to Die like B.I.G..
Rub the meat on the strap that’s attached to my chest,
That has me latched to the chair, and the rats do the rest.
A rat jumps on my body starts to chew,
And then a hundred rats all do that too.
But the rats soon just chew through the straps,
I can move, ha ha, I'm not sliced in half.
Then my captors... pull the pendulum up backwards
through the trap.
You go round and round,
It comes down and down,
You know, nothing but your soul deep in the cell,
If the pit don’t get you then the pendulum will.
But what torture awaits me now?
They're not just going to let me out.
I know this is it,
The walls get red hot and close in to the pit,
Cold and dreary, no one near me,
My soul aches, so alone and weary.
I call out, but no one hears me,
Silence now, it's totally scary.
The walls are closer, I'm crying like a baby,
I'm about to fall, it's all over...
I shrank back—but the closing walls pressed me resistlessly onward. At length for my seared and writhing body there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the prison. I struggled no more, but the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long, and final scream of despair. I felt that I tottered upon the brink—I averted my eyes— There was a discordant hum of human voices! There was a loud blast as of many trumpets! There was a harsh grating as of a thousand thunders! The fiery walls rushed back! An outstretched arm caught my own as I fell, fainting, into the abyss.