Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder, artist - DJ JS-1. Album song No Sellout, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ground Original
Song language: English
Murder |
| Yeah, y’all want to be conscious rapper right? |
| Hit you in your head. |
| Make you an unconscious rapper |
| Chino XL. |
| JS. |
| What’s good homie? |
| Long time comin' nahmean? |
| Shells through your vehicle nigga |
| First of all, if I may |
| Explain the many ways JS will murder a DJ |
| The way I murder wordplay |
| Hip hop is dead in a state of dismay |
| I desecrated your favorite MC, while JS diggin' in the crates |
| It not just bravado, before Serato |
| He made records revolve like a Molotov |
| Cocktail without the bottle |
| Chino, your favorite mulatto |
| Spit it stakato |
| Controversial like Bill Cosby’s illegitimate child |
| Somebody must of not a |
| Got the memorandum how I randomly murder |
| Throw a tantrum, hurt a civilian unwillin' |
| ?, I’ve been waitin' to put shells through your vehicle |
| Behind the wheel, you survive it, it’s a miracle |
| I’m from the days of niggas robbin' you for your British |
| And Wallabees and Al B Square mall |
| Before +Here To Save You All+ |
| Changed metaphor forever |
| Makin' verbal war more clever |
| Behind closed doors most say my pen pushin' better |
| Than half of the game |
| Presentin' itself is the truth |
| No one remains that has disrespected my name in the booth |
| I don’t entertain |
| I’m makin' it reign with my point of view |
| It’s insane, I couldn’t live with myself if I was you |
| Strugglin' to make the next dance step that look stupid |
| Fuck Valentine’s Day, I’m shootin' hollow points at Cupid |
| Chino and JS, the ladies scream |
| A cycle that lasts forever like broken washin' machines |
| If JS ain’t playin' your track it must not be crack |
| If Chino ain’t rhymin' then you can ask for your money back |
| The west coast show stopper |
| I’m ill and hood proper |
| Beef? |
| You get hit on like any woman workin' at Foot Locker |
| The world feels my grammar |
| Women love me like Hannah Montana |
| The Puerto Rican leans like a cholo then pulls a hammer |
| Before New York was gang signs and bandannas |
| J used his turntables like guitar of Carlos Santana |
| Before Jay-Z screwed up Def Jam releases |
| I’ve been the +Lyrical Jesus+ last of dying species |
| «It's on till the death» — Inspectah Deck |
| «Keep it movin'» — Inspectah Deck |
| «Amongst dead men walkin'» — Common |
| «You'll wish you never knew me» — |
| «It's on till the death, till we settle the score» |
| «Keep it movin' in the mean streets» — Inspectah Deck |
| «It's on till the death» — Inspectah Deck |
| «When you see me it’s real» — Raekwon |
| «Bitch niggas scared to death» — Busta Rhymes |
| «Oh shit!» |
| — Madd Rapper |
| «Show you how we do it Queens» — Mobb Deep |
| «Murder ain’t shit nigga» — Mobb Deep |
| «Calm down, before the police come» — |
| Yo, Sean Price |
| Punk you’re not me |
| The Glock pop three and I get away scott free |
| Ain’t no tellin' what I do for a dollar |
| I’m not your father, but guess what I’mma do to your mama |
| Troop with the llama |
| Catch you sleepin', shoot your pajamas |
| Niggas scared to death, I’m cool |
| Hakuna Matata |
| (gun shots) |
| God father, the squad got large armor and such |
| Talk shit and you will get touched |
| Rock steadily, your nut popped |
| He’s deadly for real |
| Pop bottles and listen to Heather Headly and chill |
| I do not rock, but don’t Heather Headly and chill |
| I just needed somethin' to rhyme with, I’m deadly for real |
| Listen |
| JS-1, he be the DJ |
| Sean got guns |
| Fuck 'em, sell 'em on Ebay |
| Ride with the guns like duke on Crime Partners |
| Plus Priest’s a beast bitch so why bother? |