YC The Cynic - Murphy’s Law lyrics

rate me

Boom

This evolution

A string of adams

Adam planted a single apple to sing this album

Do you think you have what it takes to shake the masses

Do you have the strength to crack and break your rips to make it happen?

Adam did it after all created Eve then added on

And now their kids are fishing for freakin’ fishin’ atom bomb

Atta boy, that’s the only year so after Martial law

We’ve been harassing for too long, we’d rather face the wrath of God

Authorities have dropped the bomb securin’ banks and not the law

The older generation praying so amen and ingallah

I’ve seen a vision through my private eye

And my oh my I just hope you’ll be alive to fly

We livin the outter limits without the limit out in my mind

I copped the cow is Stevie Wonder rippin’ in the sky

Who ever said evolution was just a theory is clearly livin’ in fear

My nigga started from the atom now we’re here.

Hook:

Hahahahaha

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches

Get money

(they got them ladies sayin)

hahahahaha

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches

Get money

(They got them fellas sayin)

Hahahahaha

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches

Get money

(They got them children sayin)

Hahahahaha

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches

Get money, money

(Deep voice/biggie smalls)

Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us,

Straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious, thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,

You all niggas be scrambling gambling, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,

We're just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin,

High off weed and lots of gin, so much smoke need oxygen,

Steadily countin' them benjamins, nigga you should to if you knew what this game would do to you

Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through

hopes and dreams that got chopped in two

categories I’m bust in truth,

papers that limit the artist still in the artist lost .. in two

I’m tryin’ to be your opulent too,

Even intoxicate follicles

that kill money, oil and fossil fuels

Niggas win ‘ like they really ain’t got to lose

Probably ‘cause there ain’t really a lot to lose,

And from a land I’ve been appreciate the prostitutes

And tryin’ to keep on soul like ..

Before sellin your soul like ..

All the beat poppin’, niggas can’t read the fine print

I guess we de-evolve

Ha ha ha ha

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches

Get money, money

(they got them ladies sayin)

Ha ha ha ha

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches

Get money, money

(they got them fellas sayin)

Ha ha ha ha

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches

Get money, money

(they got them children sayin)

Ha ha ha ha

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches

Get money, money

Thanks to Izzy Onaga for correcting these lyrics