Musical Murdah

Yo, where the fuck you
Get these pictures from?
(Yo I'ma show you some shit, man
Come on, we gonna go in here) renaissance
(We gonna see some shit on the
Walls in this fucking building
You ain't never seen before)

You high, looking at the picture
That's when it begin
You see an arm out the icon
Come snatch you in it's hood hieroglyphics
It was written in graffiti scriptures
Fall of Twelve Tribes, leaving with us
They got a new Pope, the seeds of Hitler
We spell Bush with a swastika
Adolf is Schwarze-nigga more coke
More ropes for out throats to kill us
Shipping dope through the churches
Delivered in hearses
When you translate my verses
There's blessings and curses musical Murdah
Direct hearts from the strings of a harp
The Warrior's Drum, at nighttime
Give me a spark
I ain't Bach or no Beethoven
May the Heavens open
For all the instruments of slaves stolen
It's like holding on that chauffeur
Blowing on the Day of Atonement
Now we following the ways of the Romans
Play guitars when we building on mars
In the 'idst of Kabul
Me and Priest share similar scars
Seven stars carved into my skin
What's poppin'?
There's something much more to that
Death of Johnny Cochran
I walk through the Valley of Kings
Like Achnatten
And run up in the Vatican church
Without a stocking

I say this verse with honesty for the poverty
But we've been kings since
The Histo's dynasty
Maccabeez, we deserve your apology
But this is prophecy
A piece of God's property
I say this verse with honesty
For the poverty but we've been kings since
The Histo's dynasty
Maccabeez, we deserve your apology
But this is prophecy
A piece of God's property ah!
Musical murdah

It's murder he wrote
We murder these notes (yeah)
It's Razah, Ras Kass (Yo)
You heard of me loc

Yo, two years when I'm on vacation
Just one man defying a nation
Who else could chop pies in the basement?
Then turn around and sign with a Mason
Define the relation between
Crime and inflation dominicano and Haitian
Throw out all your old CDs
Me and Hell Razah replaced them
And that one gun will show you
How the west coast rocks
Bitches pull out your titties
Like Courtney Love
I'm like the sidewalk homie
I support these blocks
Scorching hot, jailhouse tattered
Forty Glocks
You are going to need morphine shots
The pain is exquisite and your
Ride or die, bitch
I'ma tell Xzibit to pimp it (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Old nigga, new nigga, trying to take the
Spear of Destiny and put it through, niggas
Crack Da Vinci's Code
Ras the black Meryl Vingian
Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene's next of kin
But in the end, every three seconds
A child dies in Africa, genocidal massacre
And rappers know I walk
On walls like tarantula
My flow is cancer the answer to why
You on my dick like a catheter
I laugh at half of you
Mortals can't stand my velocity
I flip the Earth's axis with a spatula
And possibly, I'ma crack the surface
Captain Kirk is in the hood
Like liquor stores and Baptist churches
Motherfucker musical murdah

It's murder he wrote (yeah)
We murder these notes it's Razah, Ras Kass
You heard of me loc

I say this verse with honesty for the poverty
But, we've been kings since
The Histo's dynasty
Maccabeez, we deserve your apology
But, this is prophecy
A piece of God's property
I say this verse with honesty for the poverty
But, we've been kings since
The Histo's dynasty
Maccabeez, we deserve your apology
But, this is prophecy
A piece of God's property musical Murdah
Musical Murdah

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