| Yo it’s murder in the verse, execution in the chorus
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| You thug it out? |
| Cut it out, your writing steez is a tease
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| Tellin G’s that you catchin felonies sellin ki’s
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| With your celly in your Pelle Pelle sleeve
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| I don’t believe you run guns in Tel Aviv
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| Man PLEASE, you crazy, Fugazi
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| You be gettin shook like a misbehavin baby
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| Here the ground assault, now face an air attack
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| To blow you out your Avirex chaps and Air Max
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| I spit «bear» facts like a Kodiak
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| Put in work you got no discipline at all
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| Unless you call sittin in the center of the mall
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| Sellin cell phones a dream fulfilled, you better build
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| Fuckin with the guild, you get drilled
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| I like bones chilled when I feet, I film your defeat
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| So you family can watch you get killed in the street
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| The only one sayin that you skilled and unique
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| Is the priest at your eulogy, startin to weep
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| I sound ill to a beat, I’m workin with God
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| While you riffin through the newspaper, circlin jobs
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| The way I operate make surgeons applaud
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| I’ll murder your squad, you know I’m herbin you dog.
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| Uhh, sit down and grab a seat, cats compete
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| Master of the Cabot Street raps in heat
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| Let me find out — you funny style
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| Let me find out — murder in the verse
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| My cathartic art’ll blow your heart apart
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| Verbally the spark leavin a mark, grieve in the dark
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| Like a ninja, screamin bloody murders quit attackin you
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| I’ll hack your back in two, crackin you and leave you black and blue
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| Fuck the label backin you, every rap fan knows
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| That a trash can is the only way to package you
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| Find you with a twelve gauge on Pennsylvania Avenue
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| My mental state’ll test your mental to the nation’s capital
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| My future, Albright like Madeline Kay
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| Battlin Sea, I’m like a snake cause I rattle then spray
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| The anaconda, the Mart is where I happen to stay
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| Laughin at my prey as they start to paddle away (AHH!)
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| Catch me at a candy store with Mandy Moore
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| Cause sex on the beach give me sandy drawers
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| You amateurs, need to understand your chores
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| Hammer floors 'fore you talk about your Hammer of Thor
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| I’m a Man of War, keep it gully like Crane’s Beach
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| Insane speech leave you bedridden like stained sheets. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boxcutter Rap , by - 7L & Esoteric. Song from the album Moment Of Rarities, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп