DJ JS-1, Killah Priest, Sean Price, Chino XL - Murder lyrics

Yeah, y'all want to be
Conscious rapper right?
Hit you in your head make
You an unconscious rapper
Chino XL jS what's good homie?
Long time comin' nahmean?
Shells through your vehicle nigga

First of all, if I may
Explain the many ways JS will murder a DJ
The way I murder wordplay
Hip hop is dead in a state of dismay
I desecrated your favorite MC
While JS diggin' in the crates
It not just bravado, before Serato
He made records revolve like a Molotov
Cocktail without the bottle
Chino, your favorite mulatto spit it stakato
Controversial like Bill Cosby's
Illegitimate child somebody must of not a
Got the memorandum how I randomly murder
Throw a tantrum, hurt a civilian unwillin'
?, I've been waitin' to put
Shells through your vehicle
Behind the wheel, you survive it
It's a miracle i'm from the days of niggas
Robbin' you for your British
And Wallabees and Al B Square mall
Before +Here To Save You All+
Changed metaphor forever
Makin' verbal war more clever
Behind closed doors most say
My pen pushin' better than half of the game
Presentin' it'self is the truth
No one remains that has disrespected
My name in the booth i don't entertain
I'm makin' it reign with my point of view
It's insane
I couldn't live with myself if I was you
Strugglin' to make the next dance
Step that look stupid fuck Valentine's Day
I'm shootin' hollow points at Cupid
Chino and JS, the ladies scream
A cycle that lasts forever
Like broken washin' machines
If JS ain't playin' your track
It must not be crack
If Chino ain't rhymin' then you can
Ask for your money back
The west coast show stopper
I'm ill and hood proper
Beef? You get hit on like any
Woman workin' at Foot Locker
The world feels my grammar
Women love me like Hannah Montana
The Puerto Rican leans like a
Cholo then pulls a hammer
Before New York was gang signs and bandanas
J used his turntables like
Guitar of Carlos Santana
Before Jay-Z screwed up Def Jam releases
I've been the +Lyrical Jesus+
Last of dying species
"It's on till the death" - Inspectah Deck
"Keep it movin'" - Inspectah Deck
"Amongst dead men walkin'" - Common
"You'll wish you never knew me" -
"It's on till the death
Till we settle the score"
"Keep it movin' in the mean
Streets" - Inspectah Deck
"It's on till the death" - Inspectah Deck
"When you see me it's real" - Raekwon
"Bitch niggas scared to death" - Busta Rhymes
"Oh shit!" - Madd Rapper
"Show you how we do it Queens" - Mobb Deep
"Murder ain't shit nigga" - Mobb Deep
"Calm down, before the police come" -

Yo, Sean Price punk you're not me
The Glock pop three and I get away scott free
P! Ain't no tellin' what I do for a dollar
I'm not your father
But guess what I'mma do to your mama
Troop with the llama
Catch you sleepin', shoot your pajamas
Niggas scared to death, I'm cool
Hakuna Matata (gun shots)
God father
The squad got large armor and such
Talk shit and you will get touched
Rock steadily, your nut popped
He's deadly for real
Pop bottles and listen to
Heather Headly and chill i do not rock
But don't Heather Headly and chill
I just needed somethin' to rhyme with
I'm deadly for real listen
JS-1, he be the DJ sean got guns
Fuck 'em, sell 'em on Ebay
Ride with the guns like
Duke on Crime Partners
Plus Priest's a beast bitch so why bothr? P!