Murder Soundtrack - Sadat X, Afro, Rahzel The Legend

The aggravator exacerbated immaculator

And the mac he sprayed was mad layered a track slayer

Sadat was on guard, with armour and bombs ready

We stomped upon Freddie, and locked his arms steady

Pull the cord placement, the rapper had a choice

Grab the cash, stay mad hungry, lungin' at the boy

Shunned the son after annointment

The wondered rappers enjoyment

The boy had lacked what his dad

And his grandmamma his told him

Grew up with the long shot, dark spotted hockey mask

Shot off a Glock, mossberg, and a cocky stance

Knockin' on doors.

Popped the wrong person, then he bounced

Penny bounced on him

The boy’s little sister

Employed with the scripture, or a ultimate gun-bust

Swarming, formin' his data that 'Fro was mostly an honor

To meet Sadat and then knock off mobsters in the town

Record a Murder Soundtrack in Will Tell’s basement

It’s a murder soundtrack.

(soundtrack, soundtrack…)

(I started it, now I’m gonna end it…)

The bone rattling, gun-gattling crisis.

Fuck ISIS

Robbery and heists (-es)

I’m right here where the dice-is

Have you buried where the mice is

Listen my advice is:

Afro to short hair

We take sport here

Don’t get caught here

Beat Ill

Tell Will

Will Tell

We’ll kill

Break bread, fake dead, take lead, club med, rap head, scrap’s dead

Start again

Low cardigan

Tell me what’s your part again

I finally found the art again

You finally found your heart again

Fuck that, we all is in

With Afro’s spray

The young boy know all this, how he get that way?

Why my hair turn grey?

Burn your tax pay

A chef like Bobby Flay

They say «Daddy, you cray.»

It’s a murder soundtrack.

(soundtrack, soundtrack…)