Lyrics:
So fast can you slow down
I'm just tryna take time
Watch it go down
They like FRESCO
Can we get the old sound
Lex fight night
Front row showdown
So
shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my
yelling out
Demons that fought inside of me taught society how to rejoice
The killers on sight of me, privacy obviously was lost
And the fraud piracy
Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
faking
And you don't ever seem'em 'round
Boys forever vacant
I was raised by the G's, if you fear it
Face it
Cause when it’s on, hood a scary movie
because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns
You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas
Like, the fuck is you talkin' about?
Nigga, talk
There is a voice without a sound
I'm sure that killers are all around
United fool bewitched by words
These weapons take control
Unjustifiable
that half the King Killer Beez
Rap's under siege, Guyanese guns
I got European funds, my ice don't melt
Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod
And my
I'm out here all day
From when you hear the sounds of the car skidding
Then start dickin, gangsta from start to the finish
Whats up - never
There’s a killer among us
You can call me imposter
I be walking through the woods
Like your girl when you lost her
I'm adopting new styles
Like
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
you find your death
Hands of the killer queen
Will detach from me
When the targets seen
Switchng bodies never seen
The cats inside me bubbles pop
If
Quarterback Killer Will bitch you know we savage
Pussy bare hare She fucks Roger Rabbits
Catch you in the open I just might pass it
Sabb Halo got gas bitch I
Smoking on that good good 'til I can't stand up
I'm a killer from the west, got that juice like Tropicana
Locked in, hoe I'm on my A-game
Strains nothing
I play it smooth been playing this by own rules recording off the protocols
I'm slanging whole food
Immaculate than most dudes
I'm bumping Caldwell
Payne's slayin' the
Debonair Writin' like I got the visuals there
Residual fear, my sound spins, puncture your ears
Defendable by no man, so no man do we
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
feed
If you hear the sound of the engine
Start praying, you're a dead man
You shit your pants, don't screaming
I'm Killer rider, die by my hands
It's
friend, killer Ben in Ft Green
Where the girls are real, they tell ya how they feel
If you're soft, you're soft, or if you're hard like steel
See I
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
I might be a lyrical killer
Make the room bounce with the drums like Dilla
I got the sauce and flavours
Chef in the kitchen I'm serving you dinner
fuck what you heard
I got killers with Glocks in hand just
Sittin' by the phone, just waitin'
On my word, uh
Rich off of verbs
If this rap shit don't
a history, shaped by disaster
Were coming back for you, you Better brace yourself
I'm telling you, were coming back
To collect that killer
[Chorus: x2]
the sky
Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The years went by and then the killers came
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