Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MURDER MC's, artist - Black Moon. Album song DAH INSTRUMENTALZ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2007
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
MURDER MC's |
I woke up in the night |
grabbed my forehead |
wipe my forehead with the sweat on to the bed |
Deep inside thought |
thinking of a way to strapped |
and walk the streets without getting clapped |
Just because I’m tieing the fuzz growing in my buzz |
I’m doing my justice, bust this slug to the ignorant |
Who said I didn’t have knowledge of self |
So come and feel the wrath |
So listen |
First of all let me explain |
That when i drop a rhyme I I make it hard enough to gain |
The god is heavy |
I blow you up like dynamite |
Into my dome I let the L ignite |
Fight, I take you on flight here |
The war starts here. |
BCC: |
See we murder MC’s every day, |
motherfuckers dont play, |
straight from the Bucktown side of the block |
Keep your shit hot |
Like we said, That’s when all the madness stops |
Buckshot: |
To all the Godz who know who’s the coloured man |
the colored man is the obvious, you understand? |
I kill him, and drill 'im in my bootcamp |
Who can’t survive in the creek? |
You can’t |
Champion, bootcampian click |
stick and move |
I bust your shit |
Move and stick |
It’s the original crook |
Stomping through your army, what! |
Gortex to your head |
Keep your eyes shut |
But, I’ll take you in consideration |
My occupation is to bust your federation |
with my ammunition |
Flipping precision, being precise |
He’s right, I’m nice |
You can check my status and my apparatus |
See the baddest Buckshot shot the boodah |
Murder hero to clean your pipe like Ruger |
Smoke a bag of charm then I drop the bomb, |
Buckshot I represent the Arm Leg Leg Arm |
Head, natty dread, boy big him up Roll thick like syrup |
cause chaos and terror |
I had a vision |
It appeared to me in the form of a devil |
but the rebel wasn’t there to see |
for me this is the year to be the son of the seven, representing the sea |
the heatseeker |
the cypher maker |
quick to take a sec to re-a-lize, I burn right through you |
Double guage |
I’m pointing the rage at your culu |
We blew the motherfucker |
Now we outta here. |
Buckshot: MURDAH! |
MURDAH! |
MURDAH |