Laws - Murder lyrics
[Laws - Murder lyrics]
Murder, I was your favorite
Rapper from the future
Now I’m headed back to the past
To bring you that murder
Word around the street is
I was speaking crucial
To the point that you ain’t have
To ask who got that murder
Stop by dead or alive before I put
My first word on the pad
I thought about murder
Now I’m in the right state of mind
Just to put a flat line on the
Track ‘cause this is that murder
Why you got those bags under your eyes?
I’m on a grind and I guarantee
If you’re fresher than me
Yours ain’t hard as mines
That son still delivered
Damn I should see if I’m
As real as my pictures
The Hi-Def ones but I digress son
They wonder if I’m gonna do it for the ladies
My mama Wu Tang, I'mma do it for the babies
So if you presume I’m outta
Tune and this is trash
You consume and you got a womb
Are you crazy?
Your kids getting gyms from some
Dudes that’s from Gaise
My mother wouldn’t never let
These motherfuckers raise me
And look how I turned out
First show, packed house
Look how they turned out
Rap had to die for me to
Be someone that you heard
I brought it back to life
And they accusing me of
This is that bird
This is that different cat
Slipping past herbs
This is that Jesse Owens on
That bag of crystal, this is that Christ
This is Q and mist
This go right through the gris
You feel it in your bones
The makings of a king they can see me on the
Throne especially when I’m grown
You can find me in the zone
Market like a Sham Wow
Find me in your homes
I’m official as a guest who consistently
Hitting these bitches over the fence
Whether I’m kicking writtens or I’m
Kicking from my head
I’m not offensive but they like did
You hear the shit he said? It’s different
We can distinguish it from top-fold
I’m machine and he’s diesel but he’s not norv
See my skin tone, they wonder what’s my story
As soon the beat drop
They stop talking ’cause this is that
Pay no mind to you busters
I’m going through it now
I don’t mind roots numbers
Being patient saves embarrassment
I rather be a Kweli than a Hamilton
In persons, situations get handled different
But, if she swing
Best believe I Gucci Mane the chicken
Not violent but my Prada sick
They call it murder
Well if the homicide fit's
I wear it but I don’t ever share it
Taking you to school like a
Parent, tearing in the booth
The truth is apparent
I’m a pirate brushing shit off
My shoulder from the parrots
Polly want a cracker? I’m not
The type to political rappers
Like Obama, my skin ain’t the factor
I’m covering up murder
You hear me? I’m covering up murder
I said I’m covering up
Rapper from the future
Now I’m headed back to the past
To bring you that murder
Word around the street is
I was speaking crucial
To the point that you ain’t have
To ask who got that murder
Stop by dead or alive before I put
My first word on the pad
I thought about murder
Now I’m in the right state of mind
Just to put a flat line on the
Track ‘cause this is that murder
Why you got those bags under your eyes?
I’m on a grind and I guarantee
If you’re fresher than me
Yours ain’t hard as mines
That son still delivered
Damn I should see if I’m
As real as my pictures
The Hi-Def ones but I digress son
They wonder if I’m gonna do it for the ladies
My mama Wu Tang, I'mma do it for the babies
So if you presume I’m outta
Tune and this is trash
You consume and you got a womb
Are you crazy?
Your kids getting gyms from some
Dudes that’s from Gaise
My mother wouldn’t never let
These motherfuckers raise me
And look how I turned out
First show, packed house
Look how they turned out
Rap had to die for me to
Be someone that you heard
I brought it back to life
And they accusing me of
This is that bird
This is that different cat
Slipping past herbs
This is that Jesse Owens on
That bag of crystal, this is that Christ
This is Q and mist
This go right through the gris
You feel it in your bones
The makings of a king they can see me on the
Throne especially when I’m grown
You can find me in the zone
Market like a Sham Wow
Find me in your homes
I’m official as a guest who consistently
Hitting these bitches over the fence
Whether I’m kicking writtens or I’m
Kicking from my head
I’m not offensive but they like did
You hear the shit he said? It’s different
We can distinguish it from top-fold
I’m machine and he’s diesel but he’s not norv
See my skin tone, they wonder what’s my story
As soon the beat drop
They stop talking ’cause this is that
Pay no mind to you busters
I’m going through it now
I don’t mind roots numbers
Being patient saves embarrassment
I rather be a Kweli than a Hamilton
In persons, situations get handled different
But, if she swing
Best believe I Gucci Mane the chicken
Not violent but my Prada sick
They call it murder
Well if the homicide fit's
I wear it but I don’t ever share it
Taking you to school like a
Parent, tearing in the booth
The truth is apparent
I’m a pirate brushing shit off
My shoulder from the parrots
Polly want a cracker? I’m not
The type to political rappers
Like Obama, my skin ain’t the factor
I’m covering up murder
You hear me? I’m covering up murder
I said I’m covering up