Lyrical Murderers (feat. K. Young) feat. K. Young

歌詞

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] "This is the life, we gone!" [Joe Budden] "I ain't with the leaning and rocking That ain't even seen as a option..." [Crooked I (K-Young)] You're nothing without (Focus) Woo.. Long Beach (lay your seats back) New Jersey (turn your speakers up) Brook-lyn! Detroit! [Hook: K-Young] We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers Welcome to the Slaughterhouse (What you talkin 'bout?) Where we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers Man, we own these streets And the freaks they love us We ain't worried 'bout you fuckers (Slaughterhouse) [Verse 1: Crooked I] Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim I'm a sniper shooting my way into your lame top 10 Pistol at your head if I ain't next to Eminem Then I bust in your face like I'm fucking Lil' Kim Niggas better pray to the lyrical lord That I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue This is how a killer record With the double-edged triple syllable sword, I'm iller than all Dineri, see I'm a literary genius Bury niggas with words, a cemetery linguist Most rappers are comedy gold They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole - they full of shit! [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Now you could walk through the shadow of death next to that shady street Where the verbal cocaine business and 80's meet Where them niggas is backwards I'm riding with my daughter in the front with the A.K. in the baby seat We them copycat killers, unleashing venom Commit them lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em Lyrics be high quality Bitches be giving me brain, my dick be deep in they heads like psychology Independently penning the best words that were ever said The mixture of Leatherhead and Everclear You can't hide, we everywhere Now, picture a grizzly standing next to a teddy bear [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Yeah Hello hip-hop, I am here, you dying yeah and I'm aware A beast so at your wake I'll cry lion's tears And that's no disrespect to the pioneers If we ain't who you trying to hear Something either wrong with your eyes and ears I came in this game screaming Jers' Ain't an MC in our lane to try and merge Try and run with our wave But I'm cool with being Eddie Levert seeing my son on stage Gun gon' blaze, act up in this joint And I'mma be Nate Robinson and back up the point Your run's over, run with us or get run over I'm here to save this shit, and I brung soldiers [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] This is lyrical murder Me and every track have a physical merger When I stab it in the chest I'mma bit of a curver So it bleeds to death, like the middle of a unfinished burger Or sometimes I wrap my hand around his throat Cause he think his kick is slick or his little snare is dope Shoot the bass in the face but sometimes I carry a rope To hang the piano keys when they hitting every note I'm what no beat's able to withstand If you suffer from writer's block and your label got big plans Listen to this fam Slide a little dough out that budget, and hire the instrumental hitman [Hook]