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Murda Murda

Crypt the Warchild, Celph Titled, Army of the Pharaohs, Des Devious, & Jedi Mind Tricks•Official Audio (YouTube API)

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Yeah, Des D nigga!

Celph Titled, Crypt the Warchild

Where you at nigga?

Yeah!

This be that murda murda

I shall not speak no further

After this it's hazardous

My niggas pullin' burners

Your weak shit don't concern us

I see you gettin' nervous

By accident, we make more moves than niggas make on purpose

This shit is gettin' scary

Y'all niggas best be wary

My team is legendary

Y'all niggas secondary

We stackin' cemeteries

More the merry, more to bury

Fuck 'em all, fuck the world

Put em in a mortuary, and all I know is pain

I walk through coldest rain

I ain't supposed to change

Cause I approach the game

I'm tryin to coast the plane

Y'all niggas know the name

Warchild, Celph Titled, Des D

Of course it slams, we too dangerous

So move away from this, niggas will waive the fifth

At you courageous kids

I ain't no plagiarist

This shit is major biz

So let the truth be told when I'm sayin' it

This be that murda murda

I shall not speak no further

After this it's hazardous

My niggas pullin' burners

Your weak shit don't concern us

I see you gettin' nervous

By accident, we make more moves than niggas make on purpose

(Check it, yeah!)

I do it for the hell of it

Spit it, mix it, package it up

For the sale of it

Get profit for the sell of it

The meanest nigga, this bullet is sixteen

For props and cream

Close the screen

You plot, I scheme

Competition take heed

And listen build with henchmen

Slander your name, damage is done

For this rendition, walkin' the streets

Kickin' your rocks, steady grippin

Problem get solved, blink of an eye

The fifth is livid

Listen I ain't here to promote no violence, violence

But that's what happen when motherfuckers can't keep it silent

Bloody you up sharp-tipped death from a thousand

I ain't grew up in housin'

Robbin' niggas, that was my twist

Slug it out in an instant

If you was resistant I'm a predicate

Never seen jail time for crimes I committed

The Most High sees all, so still I'm repenting

This be that murda murda

I shall not speak no further

After this it's hazardous

My niggas pullin' burners

Your weak shit don't concern us

I see you gettin' nervous

By accident, we make more moves than niggas make on purpose

You'll see my face when I attack

No ski-hat or a Jason mask

So you ain't seein' where I'm aimin' at

Charles Manson clone

Melting flesh like Indiana Jones

It's Tampa's own, Titled the Toolman

Bringin' hammers home (Yup!)

And fame it's know me here

And we'll bust inside your house like Michael Jackson's "Thriller"

Caterpillar arm slasher flick, slash a bitch, distort a thug

Separate the men from the women, like a divorce court judge

I'm not a rapper I'm a rocker in a grunge band

One hell of a helicopter stunt man (Yeah!)

We'll make your guns jam

And leave your forehead crammed

With sharp swords that cut Boars Head ham

It's not +The Torture Papers+ (No!)

We got more claws and razors (Yes!)

A lot of Rambos, Commandos and Terminators (Uh-huh)

You +Die Hard+ when I rhyme bars

Roll an L with the same holy scroll that God's DNA's designed on

This be that murda murda

I shall not speak no further

After this it's hazardous

My niggas pullin' burners

Your weak shit don't concern us

I see you gettin' nervous

By accident, we make more moves than niggas make on purpose

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Murda Murda

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