Download: http://tijon.net/2011/free-music-download-tijon-bloody-murder/
iTunes - http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/tijon/id430497559?ign-mpt=uo%3D4
Lyrics:
Wut up beloved said im comin, hope ya aint forget
Fresh breath in the lungs of the of death
Figures stackin like a thick bitches silhoette
On a hot summer night
Boppin down that 1-1-6 and Liberty
Meet the man the epitomy
Of Sam Cooke mixed with the mind of a Kennedy
Without the treachery
Ya understand that Feel that
So as we proceed all proceeds to the almighty
From the young Apache
My grand pops know I never politiced it with ya
But see your mosque on the corner, with ya proud picture
Son of a proud sister, bless you raised her right
Pray we was alike, but the honesty
I aint stepped up in it since like the age of three
An I don't know what it is that be controlling me
Sometimes I battle when the evil take a hold of me
Or do I grovel cause the evils got a hold of me
Lord look over me
You know you aint make a man right, ya damn right
Blinded by my own sight
Got a foreign dime in hindsight
Thought I loved her when I met her, that's an hour back
She poutin bout the fact, ya boy poked around in that
Got over the feelings,
(What you told her) Itold her take a power nap
(Then)Then to take a powder that
Shit right there, made that bitch make me fear
For My life
As she scream bloody murder
But that's just how it goes down in the boro of the beasts
Like a dog off the leash that was my first rhyme
Funny how the past comes to present
And present a future, Mind state of a martin luther
Way before he had a dream
Dribble through a double team of suppression n doubt
With no particular route
Just a final destination, Levitation
Above the hood, so I can show em where they can be
Because I been there, because I swimmed threre
Now im tryna build a bridge so they can get there
Till then I keep it smooth n calculated
Semi auto caliberated cerebellum
Could propel em, never sell em
What these spine lackin rappers try to trap em in
The trap and then, the penetentery bluessss
As they sit in the pews and sing, bloody murder
Murder x 3
Murder the jealousy in ya eyes when Tijon arrives
Cuz im only here to show love, fakes fives
Snake eyes, they disgust me,
Worst than mothers in the club shakin ass
On a thug who could give a fuck bout who she was
What she does, and why her son sittin up
In his crib
Thinkin to him self he cant even speak but he thinking to himself
Mommy there must be something nice out there
A reason why ya dress tight with ya nice hair
Then kissy face in the mirror what a nice stare
Take a pic with ya phone and a light glare
Then u turn around I'm still right here
Turn and walk out the door leave me right here
And he just wana scream
Bloody murder
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Why doesn't this have like 500,000,000 views.
MrLucasReynard 6 months ago 79
Fuck all commercial hip hop ╭∩╮(︶︿︶)╭∩╮
INFINITE RESPECT FOR TIJON
AriGoldForLife 6 months ago 58