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J Cole - Murder Lyrics

[Verse - Young Korgy]
Ah! Ah! Rrrrrrah!
Couple Micks spittin' nasty on spittoon shit
Harry-Potter-bitch-rappers on some broomsticks
13-37 is the squad, absolute, Saddam, no vodka, the shotgun rock ya
And I ain't talkin' three fingers when I give ya the shocker
Pikachu and Thor shit, we is the enforcers
And we came to torture, after that we torch ya
No Viking funeral, we just disrespect your corpse (Ah! Ah!)
'Cause y'all wish you was as hot as this
Earth's core temperatures, we underground like hella dirt
I'll jack your beat, kill it fierce, send it back, you spillin' tears
Adventure Timе shit, beatin' ass like Finn and Jake
You ain't еven heard this yet, but I know you finna shake
And I ain't talkin' Aqua Teen, bitch, I'm talkin' Michael J
Fox, bitch-made like Megan
You's a hella bad actor, I'm a genius like Sagan
This is pure white coke, I ain't similar to Reagan
I'm a warrior-poet, like an ancient Celtic pagan
And I'm down with the sickness, David Draiman with ebola
And my bars hella clean, Riff Raff off the yola
And my flow so icy like I got a grill from Johnny
I rep the Brokesquad, no respect like Rodney
But you best gimme mine, 'fore I blow, Kamikaze
Feelin' like a cheerleader, 'cause I'm catchin' all these bodies
Oh, I ain't really 'bout this rap shit? Ask about the hommies
Ask Koda, ask Asiko, ask Decision, ask Kajin
Oh, what's that? You can't because they quit?
That's the type of shit that happens when you step to an emcee, bitch!
Rah!
[Verse - McClain]
Try'na step to an emcee? Step to me
The bars I spit are so sharp, they can make ya bleed
We need a spittoon, 'cause we're spittin' on you goons
Lava flow spit, we can fill the whole room
Can you feel the fuckin' fire? That's the passion and desire
That we put into our music, fuck you swaggot-ass liars
Brokesquad grind, but fuck it, it seems fine to me
Gold flow, empty pockets, tell me 'bout the irony
I'm jumpin' off the roof, but that's metaphorically
Killin' all you shitty rappers, that is literally
Cook 'em up, we cook 'em up, shake-n-bake, we shook 'em up
Fuck you, and you, and you, I say what I want and I don't give a fuck
1337M0B, kill 'em all, peep into my crystal ball
Foresee the end of your career, murder kings, we slay 'em all
Why you gotta be a little bitch? Talk shit, little bitch, you try'na kill my vibe?
That shit don't fly with me, so back the fuck up out my zone
'Cause I'm feelin' right, I'm feelin' high, I'm feelin' light with stoned in sight
The illumination of the lightbulb in my brain is feelin' bright
Yeah, I am the baddest emcee, to ever come out of the 513
My brain is like a dictionary, picture words like pictionary
Pictographic visuals, futuristic visionary

[Verse - Young Korgy]
I'm from the 775, he's from the 513
And if you rap whack, better hide from we
Always on a quest to try to find some trees, son
That's beside the point, a pictograph of pain and pleasure
A blueprint of two emcees, that's too insane to measure
And if you're fire, then you're red, the blue flame is better
And that is us, the vanguard, the alpha, you the beta
We the two that come together and together we are better
Combining all our strengths, with fusion we are meta
Motherfuckers thinkin' they intimidating
But they ain't got the skills to fuck with two demons incinerating
Everything we touch, give a fuck about a rapper
Sayin' they a trapper, but they got a Trapper Keeper
Think of somethin' dope and step it up, your raps are weaker
Can't even understand when you rap, you sound like Beaker
Y'all say the same damn thing in every one of your rhymes
Hustle, hoes and dope, and always stay on the grind
We keep it original, unabashed of who we are
Couple geeky stoners with an affinity for slayin' bars
We the first men to visit stars and y'all ain't up to Mars
Take a look at us, it's an astronomy lesson
It's time for y'all to learn instead of sippin' on Tussin
Kendrick got the Grammy and we still in the basement
But I'll be damned if somehow with this rap we don't make it
'Cause we got the knowledge, the skill and the vocabulary
Plus we got the passion, beat it down like the constabulary
(We) rap about rappin' and we rap about a lot of topics
In this age where skills are frowned upon, fuck it, we still rockin'
And if I ever falter with the bars, I know McClain got me
Pick me up and dust me off and make sure that I'm always shockin'