Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murda Murda , by - Crypt the WarchildSong from the album Jedi Mind Tricks Presents the Best of Army of the Pharaohs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопMurda Murda |
| Yeah, Des D nigga! |
| Celph Titled, Crypt the Warchild |
| Where you at nigga? |
| Yeah! |
| This be that murda murda |
| I shall not speak no further |
| After this it’s hazardous |
| My niggas pullin' burners |
| Your weak shit don’t concern us |
| I see you gettin' nervous |
| By accident, we make more moves than niggas make on purpose |
| This shit is gettin' scary |
| Y’all niggas best be wary |
| My team is legendary |
| Y’all niggas secondary |
| We stackin' cemeteries |
| More the merry, more to bury |
| Fuck 'em all, fuck the world |
| Put em in a mortuary, and all I know is pain |
| I walk through coldest rain |
| I ain’t supposed to change |
| Cause I approach the game |
| I’m tryin to coast the plane |
| Y’all niggas know the name |
| Warchild, Celph Titled, Des D |
| Of course it slams, we too dangerous |
| So move away from this, niggas will waive the fifth |
| At you courageous kids |
| I ain’t no plagiarist |
| This shit is major biz |
| So let the truth be told when I’m sayin' it |
| This be that murda murda |
| I shall not speak no further |
| After this it’s hazardous |
| My niggas pullin' burners |
| Your weak shit don’t concern us |
| I see you gettin' nervous |
| By accident, we make more moves than niggas make on purpose |
| (Check it, yeah!) |
| I do it for the hell of it |
| Spit it, mix it, package it up |
| For the sale of it |
| Get profit for the sell of it |
| The meanest nigga, this bullet is sixteen |
| For props and cream |
| Close the screen |
| You plot, I scheme |
| Competition take heed |
| And listen build with henchmen |
| Slander your name, damage is done |
| For this rendition, walkin' the streets |
| Kickin' your rocks, steady grippin |
| Problem get solved, blink of an eye |
| The fifth is livid |
| Listen I ain’t here to promote no violence, violence |
| But that’s what happen when motherfuckers can’t keep it silent |
| Bloody you up sharp-tipped death from a thousand |
| I ain’t grew up in housin' |
| Did a lot of wilin' |
| Robbin' niggas, that was my twist |
| Slug it out in an instant |
| If you was resistant I’m a predicate |
| Never seen jail time for crimes I committed |
| The Most High sees all, so still I’m repenting |
| This be that murda murda |
| I shall not speak no further |
| After this it’s hazardous |
| My niggas pullin' burners |
| Your weak shit don’t concern us |
| I see you gettin' nervous |
| By accident, we make more moves than niggas make on purpose |
| You’ll see my face when I attack |
| No ski-hat or a Jason mask |
| No laser-beam gleam |
| So you ain’t seein' where I’m aimin' at |
| Charles Manson clone |
| Melting flesh like Indiana Jones |
| It’s Tampa’s own, Titled the Toolman |
| Bringin' hammers home (Yup!) |
| And fame it’s know me here |
| Gats will kill ya |
| And we’ll bust inside your house like Michael Jackson’s «Thriller» |
| Caterpillar arm slasher flick, slash a bitch, distort a thug |
| Separate the men from the women, like a divorce court judge |
| I’m not a rapper I’m a rocker in a grunge band |
| I’m supa' fly |
| One hell of a helicopter stunt man (Yeah!) |
| We’ll make your guns jam |
| And leave your forehead crammed |
| With sharp swords that cut Boars Head ham |
| And we’re back! |
| It’s not +The Torture Papers+ (No!) |
| We got more claws and razors (Yes!) |
| A lot of Rambos, Commandos and Terminators (Uh-huh) |
| You +Die Hard+ when I rhyme bars |
| Roll an L with the same holy scroll that God’s DNA’s designed on |
| This be that murda murda |
| I shall not speak no further |
| After this it’s hazardous |
| My niggas pullin' burners |
| Your weak shit don’t concern us |
| I see you gettin' nervous |
| By accident, we make more moves than niggas make on purpose |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Celph Titled
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Army of the Pharaohs