In and out of thoughts so many different people bought Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal Won't bring you peace until you learn to read yourself Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
your hands would never anything to show We tried to get off clean but we would never grow Prison can't be worse than living with the pain of no Murder, murder, murder, murder
Traduction: Le nôtre. Assassiner.
of In and out of thoughts so many different people bought Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal Won't bring you peace until you learn to read yourself Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
, He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is, Even murderous tactics, get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn, Truly ours
country music. We be no stars, imagine B-Boying over acoustic guitars, Not the sixteen bars. FEEL ME! The art of sampling as well as cutting and scratching. It's all ours
been earning my stripes till I'm perfect when I'm working the mic And I've been serving the type of words that murder insights This ain't an urge, it
shit melting microphones Blowing speakers into flames settin fires to your home How many times you gonna say i need help Who gives a fuck if i murder
body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle
here Before we get into the shit, let's get a few things clear Rappers with no relation: there's "Seven Degrees of Seperation" and I'm Kevin Bacon This is the murderer
As it strains to drag us all Into the holocaust Why crowds who sing and cry And shout and fling us flowers And trade their rights for ours To murder
Killed and now don't tell no one you heard of me It's like, the beat was screamin, murder me And I'm a, murderer So I murdered it And you niggas is what
yo gate pass nigga Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, on 4 Pussy ass niggas wont survive no mo And the niggas say it is ours but it aint ours no mo From the deep part
now don't tell no one you heard of me It's like, the beat was screamin murder me And I'm a murderer So I murdered it And you rappers is what I eat and
crack When it's all about the dollars And he'll individually get murdered cause money is power But then these snitch's get to talking and it's colder than ours
himself a throne In a strange city alone Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city alone Their shrines and palaces are not like ours They
