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Murkedit
by KOOTIE HINES
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I gotta a verse so precise
It slice biblical pages
Ya
Now let me tell my story of God
He was a master of ceremony
While I was masturbating
Gripping cocks
He was gripping mics n glocks
From the dick from the jump from the scrimmage
From the clip on the fallopian
He is not in his image
If he's God then me too
Why not I was holy back in pre school
Wit my hand me down socks
I got the chain gang
You was fucking with these dudes
In the valley wit peace moves
Now you fuckin wit Gs dude
I was doing shows
While you was doing math
Hold up, you do get it
Ima get the doe, you gone count the cash
I got ridiculous confidence
My conglomerate bombin
Momma get pissed
If I don't knick you out
Ima get whipped
So, here we go wit yo come lately ass
Like a jet go to ten from mock one
When im in the boof!
My turbo thrusters had must of been part Im royalty, he must be God cause im screaming and hes ignoring me
But that's ayyight I'm a knight
And despite it being a fight
I still treat you right put you on first class flights
I'm a pipe dreams
Right in front of ya face
Im a star nigga
Light years away from ya
Pipe seems to build steam
Until you feel the pressure
And dance with the boyance of earth
After you stepped up
That gravity God but where ya fuckin flock
You inlisted when mentioned you da prophet of the block nah
Im more of a God more of a proph
You get the upper hand only with the help of a glock nikka
Now you really reaching the top God
You for the menorah and you dont put Pandora back the box
I committed crimes
And I shitted rhymes too
You come at me 9 times
I come at you 9 times too
Thats 18 niggas
The A team drop bombs
To bring the bitch out of you
Like maybeline nigga
Now who the worthy God
And whose more special than mumble rap
I like ya third eye
It lets you know when Im coming back
Coming strapped wit scar makers
A fuckin production of nigas busting with scopes they heart takers
I got a crown forged in fire
The desire to wind
The only thing missing is earth
For whats its worth
My nine milli really goes bang
And if it had a voice it would sang
Now, I enter your your body
I am steel?
Temperatures falling
I know how it feel
You in the wrong place to be real
Reasons, the reason you go killed
You didnt know I was ill
Nigga from down the hill
La la la la la
I gotta a verse so precise
It slice biblical pages
Ya
Now let me tell my story of God
He was a master of ceremony
While I was masturbating
Gripping cocks
He was gripping mics n glocks
From the dick from the jump from the scrimmage
From the clip on the fallopian
He is not in his image
If he's God then me too
Why not I was holy back in pre school
Wit my hand me down socks
I got the chain gang
You was fucking with these dudes
In the valley wit peace moves
Now you fuckin wit Gs dude
I was doing shows
While you was doing math
Hold up, you do get it
Ima get the doe, you gone count the cash
I got ridiculous confidence
My conglomerate bombin
Momma get pissed
If I don't knick you out
Ima get whipped
So, here we go wit yo come lately ass
Like a jet go to ten from mock one
When im in the boof!
My turbo thrusters had must of been part Im royalty, he must be God cause im screaming and hes ignoring me
But that's ayyight I'm a knight
And despite it being a fight
I still treat you right put you on first class flights
I'm a pipe dreams
Right in front of ya face
Im a star nigga
Light years away from ya
Pipe seems to build steam
Until you feel the pressure
And dance with the boyance of earth
After you stepped up
That gravity God but where ya fuckin flock
You inlisted when mentioned you da prophet of the block nah
Im more of a God more of a proph
You get the upper hand only with the help of a glock nikka
Now you really reaching the top God
You for the menorah and you dont put Pandora back the box
I committed crimes
And I shitted rhymes too
You come at me 9 times
I come at you 9 times too
Thats 18 niggas
The A team drop bombs
To bring the bitch out of you
Like maybeline nigga
Now who the worthy God
And whose more special than mumble rap
I like ya third eye
It lets you know when Im coming back
Coming strapped wit scar makers
A fuckin production of nigas busting with scopes they heart takers
I got a crown forged in fire
The desire to wind
The only thing missing is earth
For whats its worth
My nine milli really goes bang
And if it had a voice it would sang
Now, I enter your your body
I am steel?
Temperatures falling
I know how it feel
You in the wrong place to be real
Reasons, the reason you go killed
You didnt know I was ill
Nigga from down the hill
La la la la la
