Lyrics:
know
They heads
A gush
I came with
Bars they
Murderous
Came with
A rush
Came with my
People we
Packed up the
Bus stay
Down to
Long time
To pick it
Back
I quit my job two weeks ago
Health on the decline I be to weak to go
Life is Joe Frasier throwing haymakers
I returned weakened blows
Trynna jab my
When I was thirteen
I was working at a game that couldn't be played by other kids of my age
I grew and then aimed for the top
No one could stop this
We modify the norm and what's real by signing waivers
Equal and inclusive terms by campaigners
Even persecuting christians as though they were
em by spitting this murderous heat
And they be feeling it but they ain't hearing it while they get up on they feet
Kind of a metaphor for what I'm
and he's steppin' in two-thirds of his days
But Mac hit a curve and has changed, like what's a bird to his cage
Isn't bothered by the solid down to a third
Visions of life (visions of life)
You call it fine
I can't sit by (I can't sit by)
Wasting my time
Follow behind (follow
with me
My debut album it's all prophecy
No predictions in my knack can't mock me
Got to hear this at least two times then you can copy
of Christ are down-trodden with scorn
In the dark, odiferous earth
We embrace like two lovers at death
A monument to the trapping of breath
is how we ride)
[Verse 2]
Puerto Ricans call me papi cholo stop drop
Pop in the blunt black mafioso
Bullets be rellellen through you fucks
Gotta a cop
angel arms
[Lil' Rock]
I'm put on the Earth route to do things, known by two names
The voter Lil' Rock, yo let's start a new game
I'm a throw docks
sins
Loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car,
fucking
fatal intentions breaking niggaz jaws and facial tendons
ballistic verbal and controversial like racial lengents
scandalous traders get erased by
Yeah
Welcome
You are now in tune to the real
Hard truth - Soldiers
In about 2 seconds a soldier will began to speak
Welcome into Cali where we
Robbin, stealin', stabbin', shootin', wylin'
Criminals, thugs
Bloods, Crips, disaster, war
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Rich, poor
Life, death,
rule shit, cause we always pull quick, what?
Motherfucker back up, you know whassup
Put two in your gut, POP POP what, now shut 'em up
Mad niggaz wanna
Afu-Ra, yo, this how we do
[Afu-Ra]
You never heard of this, murderous, mic style superb with this
Burn with this, learn with this, you couldn't swerve
Assination from the Kid of Kreation
Blazin' disaster by devious station
Face it
A permanent vacation
For tastin' from the tree of temptation
The neon lights, the murderous nights,
The zombies walking the streets
What's a little sin under the covers?
What's a little blood between lovers?
What's
sin
My soul is not my own
I'm possessed by true fear
Black smoke surrounding
Demons Attacking
I feel them inside me
Taking over my mind
The evil
peaking
They pussy be leaking fluid
My nigga, what is you doing
All black in the back of a Buick
I'm proving I'm sadistic as sin
As I'm making murderous
dead, so now you got ta deal wit' me
and ain't no need to make no part two, three or fo'
'cause i'm gon' kill 'em all in that first episode
slit 'em open
and gone
And don't think that I'm here to stress you out
I just wanna let you know what I'm about
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns,
the recipe
Murderous streak on whoever sleeping tell em rest in peace
Uh huh, yeah, tell 'em rest in peace
Rhyming like the cadence of Drizzy Drake infected
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