My Kills Nice, Pt. II (feat. MarQ-Sky)

Had to reload the pen, one of you niggas tempt me And I might have to squeeze this motherfucker til it's empty It's up to you, IAMRAP will kill a nigga quickly I told you I'm insane and my trigger finger ichy Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice I no longer practice make it happen with no hesitation, I just hit em up And I ain't Makaveli but this mac against ya belly really have you spittin' up I don't keep track of all the rhymes written or the time spent I'm hittin twenty plus Skills make a nigga switch his lyrics up, after hearing yours niggas really suck I'm Kuwabara and my pen, resembles the Jigen To now the jig is up LF too influential to the city a dimension slip couldn't split us up! I should have been put the city on, my momentum get long Satan hem me up You'd think I'm talkin bout the Beatles or Egyptian cotton when I say this linen tough Get ya linen up, the cloth I'm cut from, they stop makin' I own this song outfit, y'all niggas cosplayin' I'll stop spraying when that white flag in the sky wavin-- I'm high, wavin goodbye to the haters and non-blazers! Fire blazin the fam--showed me how to reload the glock and squeeze Let me take you to class with this pistol, that's trigonometry Killer instinct on these beats I've grown cold to it After Indica Joints back to composing soul music Gone! Had to reload the pen, one of you niggas tempt me And I might have to squeeze this muthafucka til it's empty It's up to you, IAMRAP kill a nigga quickly I told you I'm insane and my trigger finger ichy Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice My reign came from where the angels play, you know what's crazy? These niggas working hard and still can't beat me on my lazy days My anger stays from me not being able to display to Big Mama and Grandma Turner my fame before they got they halos and they angel wings It's fun being landlord of the game when you change keys It's more fun, knowing you the most lowly out these niggas but inside you reclaim you a beast! The hunger and thirst, I'm still aiming to feast, who bringing the quiche Best rappers alive? Me, Lupe and Keese, we playin' for keeps We on the thirty-third strategy of war you beg for peace We on field, lets stomp these niggas out, blood staining up the cleats! King of jungle, I'm Simba on Pride Rock, you just swinging from the trees I drew his face before he died, you squint, it's like I painted on his screams As I'm up against Michaelangelo, if I give him a mic watch his canvas glow Me and SkY like Biggie and Pac, if they made a compilation This an example of what can happen when you mix fundamentals with concentration I've grown to it After I finish killing y'all with Butcher Shop back to composing this soul music We gone Had to reload the pen, one of you niggas tempt me And I might have to squeeze this muthafucka til it's empty It's up to you, IAMRAP kill a nigga quickly I told you I'm insane and my trigger finger ichy Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice