Скачать или смотреть OnlyOne - Murder (feat. DJ Fatboy) + lyrics

I came here to rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Illmaculate said Only the best rapper in..*scratches back*
I came here to rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Illmaculate said Only the best rapper in Stumptown
Heaven knows, those expensive clothes
But yo' skill really ebbs and flows
I don't go to classes on a college campus
But my trunk big and the guns in it is long as branches
I was never a fan of boxing matches
But you can get lit up, like a box of matches
I palm the ratchet and poppin' it like oxy tablets
Blown, but it's not a gasket, it body snatches
Heads in laundry baskets
You'll get decapitated like, mhm..oh yeah, John the Baptist!
His head got served up to the Queen of Sheba
So what, I won't smoke your weed
Okay, I'm a cannabis sativa diva
The name of my main senorita's "Nina"
And you can french-kiss
I'll put you in crosshairs, like a french braid, I guess I'm on some french shit
But one thing i don't need is a friendship
So I won't say we/oui like a frenchman
And I pray I don't catch a body, I've seen enough
But I ain't leavin without it on me, I keep it tucked
You beat me up? This ain't a game of ice hockey
My eyesight's shotty so like Scotty I 'beamed it up'!
Stay with the blades
just like hockey, like ice hockey I skate
I wasn't born with good genes, in the gym I can't lift a lot of wheights
But these good jeans they hold it right in the waist
I moved up. But I'm not that dude that your crew jump
I keep two tucked, 'cause..I ain't too tough
Fights I lose frequently
So I keep a two-piece with me, 'cuz I bruise easily!
Kids get killed for flights of Air One
So I'll fire a flare gun before I fight a fair one
Ain't no one listening to you
You flinch when I move, like when a bitch been abused
Don't get it confused
Don't ever question me about the business I do or the piff that I move
Bitch, put the clip in the tool
You'll think you got donkey-punched the way it kicks like a mule