Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silent Murder, artist - Nas. Album song Best of Nas, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.04.2020
Record label: Truelements
Song language: English
Silent Murder |
| Silent, silent |
| Murder |
| It’s sort of like the conclusion, the color purple |
| Niggas is losing, confusion, with one time all pursuit moves in Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit |
| Cop verses the block, shorties is too quick |
| Lesson number one. |
| If you’re arrested and hung |
| Where niggas is from gotta keep a lid on your tongue |
| It’s like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer |
| the violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia. |
| The cognac plurger plus the trees, |
| but whose the faul one to make his nose take a freeze, |
| and got enough gold to rock ice in all hype. |
| Used to be a general but just lost his stripe |
| Pipe dreams and white feinds and all-nighters, collect calls from lifers |
| Astoria walls with cypress, since I got a problem with the law-writers, |
| I kick some more items just to explore horizons, |
| the palm lady dreamt of this day so I’ma play, |
| the crib close smokin’with the big toast and lay |
| They say the arms of Nicki Barnes would be enough to blast, |
| a lot of rich niggas fell and started pumping gas |
| Was it the mind of CIA that bumped off Malik Shabazz |
| Fuck what they teach in class I’ma reach the mass |
| Strap up, no back up, it’s jungle tactics |
| Livin’practice, out of line niggas get smacked backwards |
| So wear it if the cap fits, fold it up money and mad clips |
| A stack right under my matress |
| To smoke a nigga like a Hugh Bros. motion picture |
| Niggas gettin’open cruise, won’t be olding niggas |
| April fools they laugh the jokes on the benches |
| Cease outside my nigga spoke on his sentence |
| Silent |
| Silent, silent |
| Murder |
| My right handers never play too close to cameras |
| It’s nighttime scanners circle that allow gamblers |
| Peace-making niggas pep talk |
| the peace-makin 'niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew. |
| Time to get this loot countless, 'cuz sun it ain’t no youth fountains |
| Niggas take cash and shoot, bounce and Pakistanians is took hostage |
| Locked up inside a linen closet known for spending pies up What’s the flavour when your neighbors do jake favours? |
| Lock them real niggas down and lettin fake players |
| roam around the project this lyrical logic I dilute, |
| the weak can object the right composite |
| We’re plottin’all murderous schemes, |
| it seems I’m ghostly called by the essence of queens |
| the palm lady dreamt of this day, so I’ma play |
| the crib close smokin’with the big toast and lay |
| And Cain killed his brother Abel when God accepted Abel’s |
| offering and not his. |
| Abel’s offering showed that Cain was not giving his best to God, |
| and Cain’s jealous anger drove him to murder — |
| drove him to murder |