Lyrical Murderers
(专辑: Slaughterhouse - 2009)
"This is the
life, we gone!" [Royce Da 5'9"] "I ain't with the
leanin and rockin That ain't even seen as a
option..." [Joe Budden] [Intro: Crooked I
(Kay Young)] You're nothin without (Focus) Woo.. Long Beach (lay your seats back) New Jersey (turn your speakers up) Brook-lyn! Detroit! [Chorus: Kay 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) [Crooked I] Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim I'm a
sniper shootin 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 fuckin Lil' Kim Niggaz 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 niggaz with words, a
cemetery linguist Most rappers are comedy gold They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole they full of SHIT! [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 niggaz is backwards I'm ridin with my daughter in the
front with the
A.K. in the
baby seat We them copycat killers, unleashin venom Commit them lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em Lyrics be high quality Bitches be givin me brain, my dick be deep in they heads like psychology Independently pennin the
best words that were ever said The
mixture of Leatherhead and Everclear You can't hide, we everywhere Now, picture a
grizzly standin next to a
teddy bear [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Yeah Hello hip-hop, I
am here, you dyin 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 tryin to hear Somethin either wrong with your eyes and ears I
came in this game screamin Jers' Ain't an MC in our lane to try and merge Try and run with our wave But I'm cool with bein Eddie Levert seein my son on stage Gun gon' blaze, act up in this joint And I'ma 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 [Joell Ortiz] This is lyrical murder Me and every track have a
physical merger When I
stab it in the
chest I'ma 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 hittin 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 [Chorus]