Makin’ Moves, hectic, skeptics can get dick//
Left with, nada, a lot are proud of my best shit
Get with the next, if, you don’t know or had a clue//
Now you do. P dot J dot, They got
Nothing, on me. Harm me? Hardly//
Hardy-ha… Bitch you’re only flashy - Mardi Gras
Real Hip-Hop is just lost in translation//
Not my native tongue but bet I will have them saying, claiming
Murder murder, murder murder
Murder murder, murder murder, murder murder
They saying
Murder murder, murder murder
Mu-mu-murder on the beat
Murder on the weak
I don’t wanna brag, but I was never one to brag//
Humble as a mumble, but when is comes to rap’s
Not a stumble, made me wanna rumble with the game//
These rappers do whatever to get people to say their name
Far from clever. Give it a new endeavor, you’d probably fill your liver with liter of liquor//
If I whispered this should’ve gave you a buzz
Food for thought for you attention starving artist, you are garbage//
Litter, trash, ouch, lash out
Murder, murder, when I heard ya. Burden on the game//
Killing it softly, Lauryn, Uphill from here
Must kill these squares. basically commit some fucking murders
Murders… Have ‘em screaming
Murder murder, murder murder
Murder murder, murder murder, murder murder
They screaming
Murder murder, murder murder
Mu-mu-murder on the beat
Murder on the weak
Now. Don’t get me wrong, real songs do appear//
But rappers’ thinking backwards are just ending their careers
Like a bar manager, they get boo’s//
And people buying their shit just don’t have any better things to do
My… gift’s rapping, Christmas time//
All you… pissrappers probably missed that line
Are you… Still having dreams of getting signed?//
Go die… Wait…But then again I guess it wouldn’t be a
Murder murder, murder murder
Murder murder, murder murder, murder murder
I guess I’ll
Murder murder, murder murder
Murder murder all beats
And murder emcees
credits
from Makin' Moves,
released August 31, 2012
Produced by EB.
