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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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