Dj Kay Slay - Microphone Murder lyrics
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Oh yeah, this dirty right here
Oh I’m coming niggas, I know y’all hear my foot steps
Kay slay, warrup?
This pandemonium, cuffs can’t hold him
Puff can’t make him go get nothing from nowhere
Don’t ask anybody shows don’t go there
Stuck off the stage, leave the microphone smoking
Free rap phillie everywhere that he’s going
He’s overseas, y’all fleas don’t go there
Y’all got keys, but you keys get you nowhere
You’re stuck behind bars nigga no self open
20-20 vision, got balls is for focus
We rock benzes, killers ignition
Freeze on point like the bass with the rhythm, we live in
All y’all do is sprock mad ism,
Tusk us guns sprotting no harsh feelings
I play the villain, young arch nemesis
You don’t got the heart don’t part take into this
You soft like butter, I see dark cave visions
You like why did they let free into this
…lyrical terrorist, you know free, he be everywhere the money is
Flow like free, y’all guys is hilarious
Death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring
I slay niggas with k’s, I’m with the drama king
Death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring
I slay niggas with k’s, I’m with the drama king
Put the barrel to his apparel, shoot back like bow and arrow
I’m on them niggas hill like shadow
And the shotters go blocka when it’s a battle
I turn that block to a lot of few niggas
When I do it won’t hear a rattle
Nigga that’s how we do it on this north philly gravel
…to the ceiling, don’t need the help with me
There’s hollow tips in the 50 tied to the belt with me
Do you wanna ride or die? yeah
La la la la la la send them fuckers in the sky
Every shell got a name, feel like I spent years in the range
So you know I’m so…with my aim
Get to try, you get shot if you there when I rain
Go insane, get a kick out the air you lames
You the type when it go down disappear on the game
I did it from day 1, still have remained
Death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring
I slay niggas with k’s, I’m with the drama king
Death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring
I slay niggas with k’s, I’m with the drama king
G leader, answer, better yet the antidote
16 cancer, ball still a cannibal, bars raise standards
Flow so impeccable
And now that I’m a lawyer, got the game by the testicles
They nerving me, see you just occure to me
If they under 30 then they prolly never heard of me
They won’t show the curtesy, my homie told me murder these clowns
With rhymes and get them in line like fraternities
Y’all better tell boy yeah boy I’m hot
You can call me hellboy why I’ma die hot
…they know I’m a monster, youngster
Cyclops, spit game, hollow tip, click bang, I’m the shit
Hitter in your Porsche, you only hot cause of politics
Let’s see you address me…admire that … just fire
Death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring
I slay niggas with k’s, I’m with the drama king
Death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring
I slay niggas with k’s, I’m with the drama king
Death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring
I slay niggas with k’s, I’m with the drama king
Yeah it’s crappy, just let the iron swing
And you could say that’s rapping and let the llama sing
I saw a note from this ACP
Bullets is coming HD and Blue Ray, you rappers is …
Your skinny ass jeans is too tight
You wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight
Of nothing to orgy, I rock your balls
You’s a fucking employee, niggas better start ducking
When I’m plucking this 40, go hard about my blood run hotterr than June
I’m still doper than that shit, in the middle of spoons
And I don’t give a fuck about a goon, I’m a gorilla in pit
I beat my chest and growl at the moon
A like, be like, you flea little rappers annoying like…
A bunch of noise I just do it like nike nike
Pull out that toy, you get sparked on sight, right?
Need a light? Get it right, when over that stove I cook coke like rice
Straight bolivian flake, it cook like twice
Turn 9 to a half of stone, and mac 90 with the hundred shot drum
Turn your house to a half of home
And I ain’t even yet there, I’m in half my zone
You don’t even know that half, when that half is on
I don’t stop till your casket gone
Start cutting niggas jumping off buildings like…
Yeah the Bronx street bully’s back, you backsters won.
