Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murder Music , by - Devlin. Song from the album Tales from the Crypt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.05.2010
Record label: ARTIST PROJECTS (AP)
Song language: English
Murder Music |
| I ain’t Pats but this is mix tape murder |
| Put you on your back with one line just like three caps from the burner |
| Fold you in half, you were told to be calm |
| Now you’re locked in a boot and we’re rolling to Narm |
| And yes i’ll plant bombs in your boys car |
| Dogenham that’s where my boys are, somewhere you wanna avoid star |
| Stay far away, for some little terror puts a blade in your face |
| Better know this ain’t play time and that I spray wines |
| Every time they try to go one better |
| Roll on a breddar in a shop with a Bereta |
| Take cheddar then be gone forever |
| It’s Murder Music, OutTake and the Movement we further music |
| And furthermore I know they heard before |
| And now I’m eating they can’t stop serving war |
| I’ve got a lion on my shirt like say I’m in the Premier League |
| I’m too fast leaving beats in the murder scene |
| Forget the outline, i’ll lay your blueprint |
| Me and Devz headline new shit |
| Fuck the air-con, I’m clear gone |
| Sit in your chair then putting me in any riddim and I’m ready to kill 'em |
| I bring fire in the rain, disappear on the roof top |
| Tales From The Crypt, tell your shop get a re-stock |
| Who’s hot, skip on a beat, take my advise |
| I ain’t visiting, done with the small time |
| Pivoting, fidgeting, allow downloads |
| And I’m gone where the sound goes |
| This ain’t battle rap, you better know that I got punchlines to shut up that |
| little trap |
| I’m on a workout live in the dojo, I’ll knock Suke out with the mojo |
| I’m coming, i’ve got these little mugs up and running |
| And I’ll Stone Cold stun him, if he wants to come gunning |
| It’s straight thugging, there’s no loving |
| You’re bait bluffing, you know nothing |
| Too much brown in them zutes that you’re puffing |
| You ain’t on swinging, no you’re on chopping it up and straight chilling |
| Firstly, I’m bringing all of flows that I’m spitting |
| And I’m killing MC’s that are willing to be killed |
| Life goes on, if I never get a deal |
| I’ll keep it real, do it by myself still |
| And fuck what anybody else feels, I’m well prepared |
| You ain’t the boy with the fire, man you’re lacking the flare |
| If I see you in the manor watch your back and beware |
| I don’t care I’m attacking him hear |
| And we’ve all learnt the hard way that life ain''t fare |
| So we’ve all got shanks in our balls here |
| Yo, yo I set alight quicker than petrol |
| The chef in the kitchen with the credentials |
| Whats on the menu? |
| 1, 2 or 3 course |
| I’m a crown knight saddle up on my horse |
| Power the worst thing, those prisoners all act like it’s dooms day |
| And the sky’s full of dark clouds |
| Resurrection, my goals perfection |
| This ain’t Pan, the stars lined up and it changed right |
| Gimme a round of applause |
| If the door closed, i’ma break through it |
| Like Nike, I’ma Just Do It |
| I won’t think, put a whole in your ship and you’ll sink |
| This ain’t Baywatch, I stay cotch |
| Man I’m on beat 'til my days stop |
| Forget second time round, I’m on today’s bop |
| Metaphor man with the CD out in South soon, that’s a straight cop |