Lyrics:
pocket
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness
I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted
If
I stand where the people got the heat in they pockets
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness
I spin a dark web on some John Hitchcock shit
If you
pocket
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness
I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted
motherfucking murder, nigga
And since you wants to kill then your ass has gots to fry
But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die
We play the game
interests and regulate the supply, and so, De Beers Consolidated Mines was born. There may have been some murders and kidnappings, but whatever.
By releasing
triple-murder, get it cut to manslaughter
A cop could use authority to rape a man's daughter
Cops
Where you gonna go when the tides turn? (Tides turn)
Whatcha
the crooked roads without Improvement are roads of Genius.
Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
Where man is not, nature is barren.
told me that he didn't pay dues
you snooze and lose
so what I'd do is make this man take a bath in his shoes
and it was all on the news
see I knew that
We watch movies of murder and we censor the breast
Give thanks for the murders of Chris Columbus
We kill our own and we vote for the men
The lesser
위에선 까불지마 'cause every kick is my freaking zone
난 원래 관대해 but now I'ma murder your rappers
차례대로 썰어버리고 then I'ma murder you haters
자 이제 날 봐, 그리고 말해봐 누가
to court
I fucked some twins before
I had a Benz before, this is the sin report
This is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than
like this, from the heart like this
Finna murder it, a million miles a minute, no nitrous
Doin' righteous
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
Looked for God in wrong place
So he found Satan it's the Coka Nos', Louie
Doggs, murder music, listen
Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in
Cult
a killa's what I'm born to be
My mind's on murder God, homicides are all a see
Please set me free from all the enemies that haunt my mind
Why do
the Octagon
I spit the fire til it burn down Babylon
Take a piece of America back
You will learn
It's called truth
Death by suicide bomb, protestants,
Mike]
And still inside the chamber stands
A single cell with crimson hue
Resealed by spoken word of Man
Imbued with power from spiritual Truth
Two souls
Mike]
And still inside the chamber stands
A single cell with crimson hue
Resealed by spoken word of Man
Imbued with power from spiritual Truth
Two souls
It's a murder just to hear man down
Back it up like champion sound
DJ press rewind, come back 'round
Never thought that you would do me like that
flows, everything dem man spit sound cheap
Niggas really wish they could be me, go get a PT ya bands look weak
Can't fuck with these feminine niggas cuz
hit you with you gone' wish it was a dream
Yellow tape white chalk man that's a murder scene
Live a life that you can’t understand
I’m a bad, bad man
It’s murder on arrival
Do or die for survival
Battlescars shed no tears
No pain, no gain, live
Summer was much of the same
By Winter you run with the nights, never came home
For weeks now, run and you talked in your sleep
You shook me awake
with Tony Starks, get knocked, get trampled
Get hunted like a rat in a field, I hate that
Hate fake ass niggas that love to set traps
Murder the don, I'm
The last time I caught a body it was recent
Gimme a HK four banana clips and I'll take on a precinct
Yeah the murder rate is on the rise with
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