Murder Verbsは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として1995年8月4日に90's Tapes / HHVによりリリースされましたDa' Miilkrate
BPM93
メロディック度
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ヴァランス
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ダンサビリティ
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エネルギー
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歌詞
Now people always bullshit, I break beats
I take streets and turn 'em into Jersey hood 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 thirsty
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
