Jon Murdock - Labreddation lyrics

Good evening Mr murdoch
It is Mr murdoch, isn't it?
Mr, is it J, something Murdoch?
J murdoch, what's your name?
Justin? Jerry? No
My name's Jason Murdoch, John Murdoch
Jake Murdoch, how's it going?
Hi, Jack Murdoch

Yo, check it out, yo
Jon Murdock, 2004, Dark City, check it, yo

I strive for perfection on the
Path that I walk trying to rise to the top
And I can't fall off
I'm out for myself because some
They long gone if I stick to the script
Then I can't go wrong
I strive for perfection on the
Path that I walk trying to rise to the top
And I can't fall off
I'm out for myself because some
They long gone if I stick to the script
Then I can't go wrong

Snake eyes they watchin'
Fake guys they plottin'
The bite's like a shot from
The pistol, I'm venomous, toxic
The grip constricts
Squeezes life from the physical
Individual, say despicable ain't visible
Blind your optical, the fine line is optional
Learn to take a step back
And defeat any obstacle
Jon Dock, I'm oxin' you
Five shots impossible
Logical, what y'all spit is not the truth
Jon M dock, ignite mics like ten Glocks
Piercing through your chest
Stop the dart before the next flies
Tears from the son is what
You hear from the one
When I appear better run
Your career's said and done
Call it a classic
Dark City traffic stop transit
Block your intersection
Smith & Wesson who you ran with
Or who you run with, done with, gun spit
Tongue twist 360, heat miss me, duck quick
Came unscathed from the cradle to the grave
From the grave to the cradle
I gave what was able
Some incapable, some they unsavable
Sit back and listen while I do
What I came to do

I strive for perfection on the
Path that I walk trying to rise to the top
And I can't fall off
I'm out for myself because some
They long gone if I stick to the script
Then I can't go wrong
I strive for perfection on the
Path that I walk trying to rise to the top
And I can't fall off
I'm out for myself because some
They long gone if I stick to the script
Then I can't go wrong

Cats transform like Cobra
Y'all need to open your eyes
If you're blind
You'll be the first to raise
Your hands in the sky
Give it up, gun bust if you don't comply
Do or die when slugs fly
You're losing your life
Cats think they live in Wonderland
And won't get murdered
Fall vic to Eddie Nash
Pull the pipe and the burner
Head split, half missing
Snatch the ice from your worker
Hit the safe handcuffed
And bodies will turn up
Hard to go the straight path when the
Fork split's in four different angles
Feels like the angles is shackles, check
Team I run with, Murdock the gun smith
Fuck up your function
Y'all on some dumb shit
Jon Murdock, my work's never over
Shots might fly, side step from the toaster
2008, catch me in a Testarossa
Nice aim at your Rover, focus in
Get the close up

I strive for perfection on the
Path that I walk trying to rise to the top
And I can't fall off
I'm out for myself because some
They long gone if I stick to the script
Then I can't go wrong
I strive for perfection on the
Path that I walk trying to rise to the top
And I can't fall off
I'm out for myself because some
They long gone if I stick to the script
Then I can't go wrong

Jon Murdock, 2004
Labreddation, check it, what, Dark City
Peace out the Sagittarius
Zodiac, grab your Cognac and all that
Yo, Jon Murdock, Scientific, Lex Starwind
Over and out, yo