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Audio Murder Lyrics - Artist : K.A.A.N.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it was a cold blooded, pre-meditated murder."
Never heard something that's this absurd Audible murder in the third degree Brought 'em in then into a fricassee Fan inflates to inhale the heat Get away from my kitchen if you can't take the humidity It's dark in hell, it's hot, I let 'em rot beneath my fucking feet See under the circumstances, I raise the standards and stand alone For this type of dialect, to decipher you need Rosetta Stone My head is a war zone, I go Rambo, I feel like Sly Stallone A literal kamikaze, all carbon copies I kill the clone Celebrated on TV, e-mail, CC, retweet, keep the receipt Repeat, repeat, don't you believe, don't buy bullshit, that's E.B.T Not human, I'm more like E.T. royalty like Nefertiti TNT, B-O-M-B, behead you, you no longer breathe Feeling the energy shifting with sentences, [?] similar syllabus Set up the syllables, make it invisible, I'ma go in until I see the pinnacle Prodigal [?] with the pies, pivotal, kick it the most when you doin' the minimal Never distracted by data or numbers, the motive is moving, I'm reaching the summit I'm an outlier, a top-notch prize fighter My attitude's nothing to lose like I'm a lifer, housed to Rikers, third striker, [?] I shine bright like headlights and highlighters It'll get a little rocky ASAP just like Rihanna's fetus Whenever I speak, they clap, that's onomatopoeia When it comes to rap, I snap, damn I leaked a litre Let my people eat while I burn leeches, compose speeches that'll leave you speechless and sleepless What's up under my sleeve is something so deceiving, it shock your system and cease your breathing I'm the reason you should rehearse your verse before you speak 'em Call the nurse, call the doctor, call the pastor, call the deacon I could get analytical and give you a logical method to explain the madness A matter of mathematics with offensive pattern Put a fork in the bitch when I'm finished The way that I'm spitting, I leave you go seek your dentist From the mouths of [?] calisthenics Said you couldn't catch me if you're weak winded On my worst day I'm in first place, give 'em first aid, you're in need of it I resuscitate 'em, blood circulating, heart palpitations, 'bout to save the patient Put 'em under the knife, I do surgery, surgically make an incision Insisting I'm really ready chopping like machetes, flowing like I'm Fetty I go over your head when I feed 'em the medicine, give 'em the sedative Put 'em to bed where they numbing the pain if it's relative Most of these motherfuckers on the quest to be relevant No I do not feel the sentiment if it ain't about my betterment Fully aware that I am in a dirty game, for the fame people change Women lie, men lie, the numbers get re-arranged in the name of unspeakable things I really [?], surging, gotta watch for the serpents lurking But this shit is a circus like Barnum |
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