quit The cult of larceny Kill the music - kill the music There's no integrity Kill the fucking music The cult of larceny Kill the music - kick the habit
the scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out The Phuncky Feel, (?) and Kill A Man (KILL
use it to kill your show yo Off to the stone garden you go and stay there When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there For all the soldiers, moneyfolders
: [B-Real] Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
to walk like the illest soldier, And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja You sit and mull it over my venom a killer cobra, It's Harlem USA
on Lil Terror get 'em No time for playin' wid 'em, just let the lyrics hit 'em Right up the center split 'em, give 'em this vocal venom Flizy we gotta
Bone:] Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
flows they owe me Jesus Christ with a Knife Now Get holy [Deeko:] I write song packing a punch harder than Tyson Spits poisonous like the venom out
I get pissed, like a pit bull in a cage Not that many can deal with the fury Attack and ransack and kill in a hurry I kill and observe and go up an
scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and kill
Wittinesses 'cause people will use it to kill your show yo Off to the stone garden you go and stay there When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play
dead My music's dead and y'all just scared Aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike Rap is dead, rock is dead My music'
whats goin on inside my mind nigga I don?t see no other kind of solution to let this problems loose Therepidic for music its sort a misuse to massage my mental survive on music
you I be the all seeing lyrical, hammerhead sharp peripheral With 360 degree visual When the signal was given, MC's get bitten with venom From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill
'em When the system scrooged just like Lil' Tim and Em' Will bless the child who maneuvers the censors, then Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him My visions unlimited, music
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes] [Music by Gerhard Storesund] Blackened cinder black blood of wrath Dreadful dominion the pit be prepared Blackened wrath burn
