Lyrics MURDER. - Tobe Nwigwe

MURDER.

I never give it mercy
Yeah, yeah—y-yeah—yeah
I never give it mercy
Murder she wrote
I never give it mercy
Yeah, buyakah, buyakah!
Get twisted
Look, every beat I’m on, I never give it mercy
Like an alpha, the flow’s ice cold
The flow H2O if you’re thirsty
Every bar I spit soothe your soul
Like murder she wrote
If you’re talkin' bout appropriation
The whole nation guilty by association
This whole system need exfoliation
You keep commandments, but you devilish
So really, you a holy Satan
How you Muslim but you roll with bacon?
Hell, I ain’t Muslim, I’m just sayin'
If you acting, that’s the role you playing
Don’t judge me, you need to listen, akh
Hell, I’m approaching 30
That’s when all that nae-nae and whippin' stops
Don’t get it twisted, I’m with God 'til the ticking stops
But anybody can catch these hands like the chickenpox
Quick to box if you threaten me or my family
From the Swat, so watch how you speak when you handle me
Flow is hot, boy, I bring more heat than a candle bring
Thotties bop every time I be where the cameras be
Not to brag, hahaha
Hold up, let me get back in my bag
Look, I don’t JuJu on the Beat, I’m a guru when I speak
No papaya, I’m a naija boy, that’s fufu when I eat
I’ma lose you if you weak, catch a bruise if you repeat
I’m Desmond Tutu, your flow boo-boo
Ga-ga-goo-goo when you speak
You got baby flow, pacifier, all I spit is dragon fire
Desecrate all the food on my plate, this beat an appetizer
Yuh, I ain’t even touched the main course
It take work to get it popping like champagne corks
Stained floor in my living room, Fat be in there painting
Facebook Live, almost 20,000, check out our engagement
Yuh, spirit was thick, it had me shedding tears
Low-key, felt like Jameis Winston during freshman year
Heisman, no disguising, I get live when
I see the visions of the Mini-Mes on the horizon
Me and Fat, synergy, coincidentally surprising
She had me on bended knee, the image was polarizing
Guys, when you find the one, you should lock her up
Hit a knee, put a ring on it, and knock her up
Yeah, the beat sick, it’s getting doctored up
Please tell the fat lady sing the opera
It’s over
I never give it mercy
Yeah, y—yeah—yeah
I never give it mercy
Murder she wrote