Lyrical Homicide - Truth

Hey! See me point the gun at y'all, me no play. Me come for murder 'dem pon the cowboy way, Me lickle shots spray from my semi, make way, uh, make way.
But Oh no, His flow so dark and his hat so low!
Me never ever ask to become solo!
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!
Me so cold

Y'all better make way, My lyrical Ak make the captain call for mayday, My wordplay is locked in- ready to slay, Im dishing strays right up to ya face, leaving cowards gone without a trace, All i need is the 808's, and some snares and bass. steadily checkin all the chumps like its payday, Ima stack my paper up, No matter what they say, I constantly stay in a full speed chase for my cheddar and cake. Failure's outta the question, Stomping beats in quick sussession, Im floating in the money headed in no particular direction. My joints going harder than they ever been, I rock spots like led zeppelin, my pockets extra thick, but thats irrelevant. I got the strength needed to win, its quite evident, while I keep it intelligent, why you still keepin' it delicate. I settle shit quick with my element. Got money on mind, frankly, im all about my benjamins.

Chorus

A souljah aint complete unless he packin his heat, and weezy told me in the street, you cant trust every smile you meet, Somebody please call 9 1-1, 'fore I murder this beat, Put more than one bullet through YM's instrumental, Im swift to drop some more missles. This is my lyrical homicide,dawg its quite simple. And whenever the rents due, I bust through ya tissues, then dismiss you, with the pistol, and don't nobody miss you, My threshold was past gold, so why even bother to settle, for anything less. Because Im everything more, Time to settle the score, My rhymes better than ever before. Homie, Im ready for war.

Chrous

Im real deadly, I got my weapons see, I can tell you `bout the flow- unveal the recipe, how my jams provide you with emotional ecstasy. My pedigree mixed in with all my energy is sendin`me opposite of the felonies, Just recently, your G blew a kiss to me, but that aint shit to me, cuz I`m to busy in the lab, making history. Press pause, now tell me if you missin`me, for the mothafuckas that wont let me be, Im guarenteed to clean out they mouth like Listerine, if you disrespect me, Im dropping at least bout 6 to ya headpiece. And Not for nothing, but you know you had it coming, had to teach you this lesson, So I`d know you`d quit frontin. Things all changed up now, I got my own money, We doing our own thing now aint that kind of funny, I am what I am, and you can never take that from me.

Chorus

-Truth

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[cmcmcm7]

Thats me rapping, and thanks alot dude.

[cmcmcm7]

Thats greezy to bad you cant put this on facebook

[hellasking69]

wtf is this shit?

[10soccerboii]

whoever is singing this it sounds sick !