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Mi come fi Murda pussy'ole in 'ere tonight

Raasclaat dem tings'dem I'ma gonna deal with

Them can't test Klashnekoff, mi say dem can't Klashnekoff

Man fi get Murda in 'ere tonight

Pussy'oles fi dead

(Brrrrrr!) Tell them now, rasta!

What? K, K-Lash your rasclat Neckoff

I'll split you in half like a gun blast from Lennox (Lennox!)

Hotter than flammable rocks

From the manor when man are animal nyammin you like fox

Experts slosh, we specialize in handlin' cop

With man's hatching and planning plots looking to jam in your spot

But their stamina's not up to par

Get ripped apart like red Rizla to raas, (Raasclaat!)

This Terra Firm 'dargart' state of the art

But tell them jankrows to stay in their yard

Or get stabbed with a stake to the heart

I'm tryna walk a straight path but d'y'know say it's hard

Sick thoughts of flinging on mask and killing your claat

Keep runnin' through the back of my head like old dance steps

Get dropped on your doorstep like Dando

Many man ran prang 'cause my nine flow's badder than Taliban still ban shows

Spit flows over bhangra

Spit so cold make you shook out like it was SOCA

Terra Firma take over

Take you through the mind state of a tortured soldier

Who tells tales of unspeakable horror with lyrics lethal like borer

Leave you leaking on the floor, star

That's why I don't watch no talk, I read auras

And books written by forbidden government authors

Infiltrate your border like ITN reporters then return with the slaughter

Captured on camcorder, I'm trapped in a damn corner

Chatting to Pandora 'bout boxing a man for her

But she don't know me, Klashnekoff

That black cunt from out of Stokey

Banana boat mango munching monkey kick off your door like Jumanji

Dash you off the 28th floor like it was bungee ah wah di bloodcleet (Di bloodcleet)

It's Murda, when man test the Terra Firma

It's Murda, brere's getting buried in suburbia

It's Murda, man's shotting rock to make a' earner

It's Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda

It's Murda, them man can't test the Terra Firma

It's Murda, they'll find your body buried in suburbia

Murda, pride take man for fucking with Tina Turner

It's Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda

I'm not ready to die but ever ready for bury a guy

They're not ready for I, I can see the fear in their eye

Scared of the rhymes that ricochet and tear them insides

Some fear for their lives, prepare and try to stare in my eyes

Wife cry bucket of tears, when the brere get iced but that's life

It's all live, ride rhythms like a dive

Spit cyanide saliv' and blind your left eye

Subliminal crime, snipe you in the back of your mind

With killer quotes and one lines that cuts throats like knives

Baffle the fives, can't fathom how the fuck did he die

One tux and a tie with 21 bucks to the sky

Asking me why a brethren is deeper than I

This piece by my side lookin' to eat a piece of the pie

So come in peace or draw your piece or please reach for the sky

My ether is nine, like nine millimetres times nine

Millimetres times nine millimetres from your spine

So take time my rhymes take life like TEC-9's

And we take wives from guys who flex their chest size

Tell 'em again

Let me tell you, blood

It's Murda, when man test the Terra Firma

It's Murda, brere's getting buried in suburbia

It's Murda, man's shotting rock to make a' earner

It's Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda

It's Murda, them man can't test the Terra Firma

It's Murda, they'll find your body buried in suburbia

Murda, pride take man for fucking with Tina Turner

It's Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda

Badder the spanner banner with a black bandana

Darren-D the dan dapper, wrap the trees like strappa!

Stab the beat with a dagger, the Hackney hack attacker

Shabby like shabba shabby like Shaggy verse just shut up

In this sick, sick city situations get butters

Man switch like Baracas, come swingin' like McGuigan

With a barrage of punches The spit boxin' champion who spark man unconscious and knock out their dentures

See the Drugs Don't Work, they just make you worse

Man smoke a little merch and feel say he can't get hurt; that's absurd

You'll get sliced up and served like hors d'oeuvres

Buried six feet deep like sword in the dirt

While you frauds shot work from the back of your Mercs

I reverse the hearse, stick 'em in the back of the boot

And baffle you fools, you cunts can't 'ackle this yout

Or tackle my crew, get beaten 'til you're blacker than blue

While I'm strapping a zoot you on the floor catching a boot

Looking to catch a blag blood but that's a Catch-22

And you done know the crew

It's Murda, when man test the Terra Firma

It's Murda, brere's getting buried in suburbia

It's Murda, man's shotting rock to make a' earner

It's Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda

It's Murda, them man can't test the Terra Firma

It's Murda, they'll find your body buried in suburbia

Murda, pride take man for fucking with Tina Turner

It's Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda