Homicide

[Movie dialogue] Yeah, well if you're the sheriff, you better get these men underground Get three coffins ready [D.J. Train cuts and scratches "Welcome to Homicide"] [Lil' Nation] Aiyyo, enter the center for the world that's dark and demented Rap is like a savage to rhythm because I sent it To push the bass, down to 808, and deeper To thump the walls on the house of the Grim Reaper Yo, pump up the funk level then increase to open dome Punks and peasants bow to the King on the throne About to bust like a lunatic, snatch the gauge and the mac Suckers that wish to overthrow? Step the fuck back! This is madness and I'm the head madman Time for the straightjacket so loosen up the straps and Yo I'ma get dumb, rip this funky continuum in half Lil' Nation, the C.P.O. psychopath You can't demolish the pedestal of the ruler Suckers who be lackin knowledge I guess I got to school ya Need I remind you of the fact I'm the eradicator C.P. too radical, Capital Gladiator Animal out of a cage, cause bars I'm bendin em Even when the tempo's slow, I swing like a pendulum Solid for suckers cause I'm a deadly motherfucker When your face and my gauge collide You'll become a victim of homicide [D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds] [Lil' Nation] Check it this is a warning So you know to step off when I'm on the scene Forget expected, catch your neck reject on my guillotine Beware when I rush, your skull I will crush, like a mallet Cause I'm the "Menace" just like I said in the "Ballad" No beginners in the posse allowed So the wack and new jack can snack a pack of Similak Stacked in the crowd Occupation, alie-n-ation incredible Swangin when I'm downsteppin repeatin defeat was inevitable Mistake me for being unarmed but my tongue is like a pistol Intercontinental Ballstic Missile Fire with the fury, from the rage of an Asian Obliteratin suckers that battle me, it's fatal to rat on me For those that requestin relocation NO, permission denied There's no escapin your fate not even suicide! Push down the lever on the box, so I can explode Drop like the bomb that's atomic onto the next load No, I'm not just an image, I'm the reality Living incarnation of the dark, side of mortality A nightmare, brought to life - with the primary purpose Of making you DIE - cause my business is strictly homicide [D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds] [Lil' Nation] The sound in the background, is the melodical rhythm of the Minister M.C. Ren manufactured the beat symbolic and sinister But step off, when I flow, listen to intuitions Kick inhibitions, doin music which enter the C.P.O. It's a method I kept in my autobiography Like a weapon to deaden the half-steppin that follow me Before I dismember, burnt to a cinder, blacken they glimmer of hope And wake em up when they dreamin they dope I proceed to specialize when I'm hype and demesmerizin the Enemies that attack, then I figure, That if they should succeed to get any bigger that I'ma have to trigger Ren, the Ruthless excutioner of niggaz So, come one, come all, keep your weapons intact Didn't you know I was steppin with "The Villain in Black" It's too late, to escape the spot, I'm havin none of it So when the bass drops, prepare for perils of punishment It's a thunderstorm, and up your ass I'ma take your victory flag And. STICK, you know from the first verse I'm a lunatic But when it comes to death, I kill to see you die For the thrill to commit a homicide [D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds] [Movie dialogue] [Gun shots fired] My mistake - four coffins