Beautiful Murder Lyrics - Crooked I

[Intro] 

Hmm, let's see - couple cyphers, couple features knocked down 

Nah, I ain't got no chill 

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[Verse 1] 

It's a beautiful murder, go and let the murder start 

Lights out in the booth, you know that I prefer the dark 

Oh, you a soldier? Then you about to earn the purple heart 

Hit you with a couple of slugs, call it a work of art 

Beautiful murder - I'm killin' you trap rappers and you backpackers 

It's a funeral, you know what I do to whack rappers 

And you house niggas, comin' around me tryin' to act black 

Well, be who you are, a black cracker 

It's ironic that some of my niggas is white, we niggas for life 

Nigga we icons, bigger than life, nigga we pipe bombs 

Blowin' up whoever pick up the mic 

Lettin' that hot fire kiss 'em goodnight, nigga I'm Dylan 

Beautiful murder - I'm usin' the words to abuse 'em and serve 'em 

It's a fusion, a musical merger 

Bruise 'em and hurt 'em, confuse 'em, think I'm usin' a burner 

The music is shootin' your sternum, that's confusin' 'em further 

Accuse me of murder, I'm guilty as charged because I play hard 

Walk in your label and hit your A&R with the AR 

Fifteen split spleens, that's for pissin' on lyricism, that's for pissin' on big dreams 

Why am I so angry with it? 

You don't know shit about rap, you niggas can't be critics 

9 millimeter paintbrush your brains then get it 

Blow a portrait on the wall, look like Banksy did it 

Beautiful murder - chop a rapper's wig in the booth 

You pull up missin' your roof, but I ain't mention the coupe 

I mean your head blown off, body missin' it's roof 

I'm the illest nigga, this is the proof 

Shit on your group like a pitcher with diarrhea 

They twitchin' when I appear, in fear that I'm itchin' to fire 

If he say he didn't get his style from me, he's a son of a bitch and a liar 

Causehe know this nigga's the pioneer 

Beautiful murder - this shit is so melodic 

The kinda shit that you listen to while you hittin' on some chronic 

Ya talkin' Detox, I'm still mad about me not gettin' on the Chronic 

I guess niggas they didn't know that I'm it, the best on the coast for years 

Even though y'all niggas closed your ears, I'm still here perseverin' 

The industry made ghost to most my peers, while I fly over the coast in Leers 

Toast and cheers, but fuck celebrations, I sell abrasions, contusions 

Transfusions needed, you're bloods oozin', you're losin' your vital signs 

Homicidal rhymes got my rivals dyin' by the time I spit my final line 

It'll be beautiful, beautiful 

Like an Italian silk tie, but not from Barneys, they ain't suitable 

For the Circle of Bosses, no squares in my office, not even a cubicle 

I'm back killin' shit as usual, hope I ain't losin' you 

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[Outro] 

No chill, from now on call me No Chill 

SSUTT 2 times - COB, what up my COB 

Slaughterhouse nigga 

COB, niggas act like they don't know 

What y'all niggas don't know? 

Aight, I'mma just keep hittin' you motherfuckers until you find out 

Ain't fucking with me, No Chill my nigga