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murda muzic
I'll let u hear real murda muzic//
I'm not givin u an option so u can't refuse it// the sound of me emptyin my clip, u scream from body damage// trigger click changin pitch, like Pachabell's Cannon// the melodic famine// u listen to my tunes so you can meet the sandman// blood drippin on the pavement at a constant rythm// at the funeral listenin to gospel hymnals// MIA, 12 shells hit ya temple// ya head ringin eternally like the clashin of cymbals// when the DE hit u it's like I turned up the bass// hear the sound waves fly right by ya face// new symphony, next Brahms and Bethoveen// melodies created from the heat that I'm holdin// now you and ya crew's occupyin the street floor// witnesses watchin, askin me fo an encore// |
mmmmmm it kina gud yer kno... keep it up...
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