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Murder Verbs

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Murder Verbs è stato pubblicato il 4 agosto 1995 da 90's Tapes / HHV come parte dell'album Da' Miilkrate

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumDa' Miilkrate

Data di uscita4 agosto 1995

Etichetta90's Tapes / HHV

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM93

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Miilkbone

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Miilkbone

Songwriter

Mufi

Composer

thomas wlodarczyk

thomas wlodarczyk

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mufi

Producer

Testi

Now people always bullshit, I break beats

I take streets and turn 'em into Jersey hood hit hate freaks

I got skills to smoke a style, you should know by now

Me and rap go back like your daddy's old poker pals

You're pretty shitty, you wear a sign say kick me

I foot so many picks that my Timberlands turn to Dickes

The Garden State, you need directions to psycho section

Deep in the hills is where the sun who never set in

Come into dead end, better empty your bedpan

'Cause evil thought Gods will squeeze the hell up out your headband

So good luck, fuck around, knuckle you down

Before I dare to rub it, and tell your mom, "I loved your town"

She even called it cap because I'm all of that

I pack stacks so fat, I gotta puff 'em on a naughty track

I rustle all the sleepy shepherds when I'm keepin' records

And beatin' me, you as might as well be sweepin' desserts

For playin' hard, I give you a quick way to God

Peace to all the crazy kids in each and every K part

I be the early birdie, Amboy from Jersey

I got my dick wet, but I bet you I still thirst things

Help me murder verbs, words, we do 'em dirty

A bunch of ill kids comin' straight outta Jersey

Help me murder verbs, words, we do 'em dirty

A bunch of ill kids comin' straight outta Jersey

It's like total disaster after all that laughter

Comes the tears to life snatches and gun packers

I arose to raise up my nose like I'm supposed to

Others like what I write, but I don't compose for no posers

Hell yeah, Phil's in here, so let's cheer

For the mighty fool, for pretty women like Richard Gere

Give the knuckleheads room to romp, chumps to chomp

My eight prompts programmed to put a full stomp to clomp

When the, night be mine, it's no time for sunshine

I'll be quick with high explosive shit like landmines

(Let my man cut the grams while I'm pimpin' hoes)

(**** try to fade Jersey, but they should've known)

To sway with my slick nick ways

If I'm not catch strays, snug another trigger phase and blaze

****, my **** rollin' in drop tops

We creepin' on perks with itchy fingers to snag folks

So strong with the rest of this young buck

255, full grown, figure to get your shit slung

You hear me, big? My ****'ll never show love

I plan and I plot, pullin' your coppers on Broadway

Just sway back, knocker, it's my time to shine

And I love my rappin' like I love my mama

So slide, my ****'ll get the hoopties and ride

Jersey's never forgotten while I'm pimpin' in mine

But hold it, no love for tricky bitches and road hogs

More love for more cock back, trigger ****, lockjaws

Hit me up and never look back, nig'

I'n trillin' on slick show, rattle with my mattress

Help me murder verbs, words, we do 'em dirty

A bunch of Ill kids, comin' straight outta Jersey

Help me murder verbs, words, we do 'em dirty

A bunch of Ill kids, comin' straight outta Jersey

Bring the dinner, then be beefin' on broad time

Bailin' for truckers, thrashin', throwin' up that hood pride

Since you're trippin', I look heated on hot strips

Murderous thugs carry snitches, crutches

Me two for one, but you for prayin' on me fix

Me come to slow rump, my razor's spittin' out, throat slits

The pretty get are full of heat and roll slip chucks

I'm all in my nig who been findin' back yet, duck

Behold the brawler, bread and breed amongst sick downs

Your leather death cling to plateau happy on meth rounds

Be one for whom I have to hit him up full-fledged

I'm cruisin' dark tints to get your hooptie full of hot lead

Since the devil in me fiddle with my loose flow

From brought up in bricks to brought on trial, lettin' slugs go

Dodge a copper, got the cabbage haters laughin'

Slugs I'm slavin', eight nights a sack of heated stems

'Til the end of dinner, then your daddy leave you left

As long as I'm livin' closer to God on every single breath

Through all I know, I'm scrapin' knuckles on curbsides

The valley of ****, I love your kids until I aim and fire

Until I get mine and you're blind in the midst, it's very simple

Fuck you and who represent you

I been through hell and back on cloud nine straight from Jersey

My style is scary, filthier than dirty

You heard me disturb the peace, thinkin' the deceased creep

From Middy to beast, it was a beautiful feast (Yeah)

Each MC I delete, back off like punks

Birds filled with skunk, pushin' your buck, plus eatin' for lunch

Middy and 'Bone to your home, in the dark

Long with infrareds and chrome

Long with the mold, man, if he fam' of the war

The morgues applauds, but your brains on the floor

Screamin' encore when I bomb like Saddam on this track

The MAC-10, my pimps and pushers and macks

React like a snap from a rubber fuckin' band

The other man I body slammed, you and your fan

Scram with your brain cocked back like a hammer

Fuck with me and walk the highway with a book bag like David Ben

Written by: Miilkbone, Mufi, thomas wlodarczyk

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