quit The cult of larceny Kill the music - kill the music There's no integrity Kill the fucking music The cult of larceny Kill the music - kick the habit
I get pissed, like a pit bull in a cage Not that many can deal with the fury Attack and ransack and kill in a hurry I kill and observe and go up an
scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and kill
Wittinesses 'cause people will use it to kill your show yo Off to the stone garden you go and stay there When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play
dead My music's dead and y'all just scared Aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike Rap is dead, rock is dead My music'
whats goin on inside my mind nigga I don?t see no other kind of solution to let this problems loose Therepidic for music its sort a misuse to massage my mental survive on music
you I be the all seeing lyrical, hammerhead sharp peripheral With 360 degree visual When the signal was given, MC's get bitten with venom From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill
'em When the system scrooged just like Lil' Tim and Em' Will bless the child who maneuvers the censors, then Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him My visions unlimited, music
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes] [Music by Gerhard Storesund] Blackened cinder black blood of wrath Dreadful dominion the pit be prepared Blackened wrath burn
me down (putting me down) Ohh.. I think it?s time I slither away and movin? on my own to find my own prey But you use it when I hear the music and your
If heads only knew! I make music of murder and mayhem for all of them And murder ballads for sweet chariots My second return like a unstoppable bullet
edged axe we cuttin all of em) *repeat 2x* [holocaust] Inflicted with a rare disease, mc's flee Fought wars for centuries my wounds bled killer bees
[Music: De Feis/Pursino, lyrics: De Feis] Naked as an angel Stone love eye to eye Six gun singing' stranger Dust raised, born to die Funeral train comin
caught in webs spin and hauk venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real enough. The criminal cop killing
pluck a heart for the punk I got a passion for putting bloody parts in a trunk It's the Messiah, never been a musical kump [Demoz:] The colosseum fiending
I can pay to get rid of you I've got more heads in the hood than Pagan rituals A new tyrannical force for you to fear Known to kill and keep human ears
