Extended F@mm, Session - Murder in the Verse Degree lyrics

Gulity murder In The Verse Degree
Nationwide, cops on a search for me
Martial Law, state of emergency
Because I'm Guilty
Murder In the Verse Degree

Session, will be the next cat ya idolize
Worshipped for thousand of years
After my demise
So I'd advise you try to hide
Cause 4 you'd get divided by
Lyrically, you could be me
And we still wouldn't see I to I
Judge Session this court's presided by
And you tried to lie
Under oath, hand on my notebook
Without a alibi that a guy
You better quit now while you got spine fluid
Fuck rap
I'll grab a blade and set your mind to it
I knew it, ya dome has over blown gas
In a trunk kissin ya own ass is
Were they gonna find you in
Divine human, rhymin for days
Finish off foes
My mind is a maze, were minotaurs roam
I got a senators dome
Politikin to get my tape played
And get paid
Flow off the chains like escaped slaves
Make way, I'm strapped wit explodin rhymes
Put the track to ya ear
Take cover and blow ya mind

In raps you facin
Someone causin lacerations to blast
Ya face in
And make you wear a mask like Jason
You harass the nation wit procrastination
Make you leave the game as fast
As Mason like it's an evacuation
Tax evasion, if you owe me
Make ya face look like a patch of raisins
My concepts an immaculation
Use imagination like masterbation
A fans fascination turns to infatuation
Cause, I'm past amazin
The hash I'm blazin will make me
Look like half a asian
Spit leave your habitation
Wit heavy saturation
The fact you wastin my time
Runnin what you outta do
Before I slaughter you
Make your offensive lines do an audible
You know what? it's somewhat honorable
Cause suckin as hard as you do
Must be hard to do too
Gettin served like I ordered you food
I'm the best at rhymes
Packin my number 2's to withstand
The test of time
So hold it if you wanna hold it
Dog this mic's mine im not ahead of my time
I'm ahead of my life's time
Got the tight lines, ill voice
And a harder flow, so you outta go
Thinkin you nice and get robbed
For ya heart of gold

On mixtapes I spit straight atcha bruh
And massacre
Ambassadors, get papes, and laugh at ya
I'll rip fakes and amatuers in two
And battle half a ya get raped
Askin round the cypha how my dick
Taste when I rap witcha
I mastered the flow wit a bit
Rate of that crap of ya's
No mistake if I ask for ya
Make ya bitch date a bachelor
You a disgrace, suckin like Dracula
Wit a big plate, makin an ass of ya
You ain't a legend cause you
Switched plates wit a Acura at this rate
Ima fracture the bones on ya rib plates
And snatch ya cadaver right out the
Back of da mid waist
I punch the earth and hit
Plates like a spatula
Swing were your hips lay
Unless you hit play on my sampler
Make ya chic wait?, I'm snatchin her
Have my dick ate
While I'm smackin the bitch face
And it's late for mackin her
They say my shit's great, spectacular
Thinkin it's smooth sailin till I have
Ya own shipmates attackin ya