Myslayic - Foundation, The Lost Children Of Babylon, Jon Murdock

Myslayic - Foundation, The Lost Children Of Babylon, Jon Murdock

Год
2011
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
186680

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Myslayic

Foundation, The Lost Children Of Babylon, Jon Murdock

I walk blocks, eyes vivid, will defy critics

closer, focus view of my image

, say «go,» payroll, punch Glock for funds, I

Have Dustin at the blunt spot, warrants and what not

Pitbull teeth lock on beat, who plot on streets?

It’s not on me, but y’all don’t see

It’s not gon' be, unless I get clearance in this bitch

Move over before my soldiers appearin' in this bitch

Dark City killed ya, equipped with the four filter

Muffle gun sounds, silence rounds, my force Delta

Chevy Chase you, break eight ankles and say «thank you»

Please ain’t sorry, I’m thankful, I’ll toe tag you

No respect, I don’t surf, I hang glide the Internet

my combine, throw signs like men in Tibet

Drama, comma, shot of

Raider, Murdock razor exchange the favor

Syntax Etch-A-Sketch, get traced and plagiarized

Like I really snatch your wack-ass shit, say it’s mine

Coin a phrase, every page, change, puff heavy haze

Nigga fuck, superstitious I don’t trust anything

Fuck your crew, they been hidin' like Bin Laden

Can’t find him, we been drivin' and keep eyein'

With four fives, there’s more problems, there’s more sirens

The law spyin', spit raw iron and cause violence

Cause violence, weird science, iron hard, a fierce lion

The tyrant, the one who would be king, but stays silent

Supplyin' the haters with greater flavor for you to savor

Take it to every street, door to door, neighbor to neighbor

Get it straight from the gate, Zodiac, L Star

When beats attack, eat your track for self, y’all

Got a thirst for it, beats, got a verse for it

Beef, got a hearse for it, kill your night life, give you the worst mornin'

You don’t know me, don’t act brody, get choked, homie

As soon as you approach me closely, I pull the old heat

Musket fuckin' duckin', mind stay corrupted

Rambunctious function, lunge at your lungs, they punctured

Lose breath, two techs to do best

Prove this, exposed too quick and you missed

No aim and fight game messy so don’t test me

Unless he wants to get semi-autoed by Lex heat

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