Lyrics:
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
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
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
pray, make it wonderful
The good and righteous sing their hymns
The crimpoline dresses who have no sins
Christians by day, killers in war
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
like brrrump bump bump
Crack I crease sound like a big bitch
In the back trying get up out a little nigga trunk
Turn heads for I even hit the block
20/20
20/20
20/20
20/20
It's goin' down
Not now but right now
By now you know the sound
It's dilation, cats with 20/20
I tell nickel and dimers try
in between, yeah, right
Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, it?s been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass
in to me in this cold town
Your look is so lost in this lone crowd
This alone sound, are you on the sound
How does it sound from there
I'm drowning,
Never ever see a bredda turn a devil or a sinner
When the eagle a claat off craig him a di killer
Drive by pon your premise inna bimma and still a make
I'm always rapping quick and my lyrics are fucking highbrow
She sells sea shells by the sea shore
Peter Piper picked up the 9 and came to my front porch
of aid, but no, I could tear down the stage
You know I'm killing any rid of
I'm giving a miller than a serial killer
I swear I should be in prison or maybe
they catch you with no cameras out You catching every round
You a killer and ain't ever slid
Nigga how that sound?
If a nigga slide on me
He gon be in
somebody
Get yo stupid ass f ' ed
Couldn't give a fuck about no body
Sick and tired of these
Poser wannabes sound like giving blow jobs
Blowin up like C4,
freezing cold as I walk through fires
A child born with no soul signifies my return
from pure thought to put my killer's ashes in a urn
Outside the realm
the depths fathom by fathom
As if the ocean opened up and
I've been cast in a chasm
Upon a sweeping seascape
Genetic accidents happened
But don't blame EVE
They say the places we venture
A Christian shouldn't dare
Homie, that ain't holiness, it's fear
You scared
Homie, I swear, I won't sin by osmosis
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
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