Drum Murder Lyrics - Crooked I

Let the life lesson begin 

Recite Reverend White rhetoric then 

Be a motherfucker just like Oedipus and 

Live by the sin commandments instead of the 10 

Life's better when you invite predators in 

You should purposely misinterpret the 2nd Amendment 

And buy a vest, 'cause I don't mean biceps when I mention 

I'm bearing arms, yeah it's 9/11 again 

That mean I'm fly to the death: fly terrorist been 

Sexin' your ex and her bisexual twin 

Hittin' it from the back while I am texting her friend 

I spit this shit live, I exit the pen 

I'm a landmine nigga, die steppin' to him 

Come through with the drama 

I don't mean a ménage à trois when I say "Fuck you and your mama!" 

I'm a, deadbeat dad: I son bastards 

Every rhyme in my head is an unwrapped gift 

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I'm a writer, with Mark Twain to claim 

Stark raving angry; I'll bite you 

With sharp fangs that drain your vein 

I'm flyer; the archangel came to save 

The Dark Ages, like arcades, the game it changed 

The 'U' Gang, start murdering drums 

The four of us connect to the beat like heart chambers 

Man, I got shooting guard game, I aim 

This king flash heat: I'm LeBron James and Wade 

Listen now you can call it boastin' 

But I'm a superstar; yeah you in awe 

You and all your folks look close 

I'm exuding all this dopeness 

When I flow I'mma move in no emotion but anger 

I can't explain Newton's Law of Motion 

But when the tool gets drawn, you be??? 

I don't like you rappers' snide attitude 

I knock you out the high-class like you dropped outta school 

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Y'all ain't got bars like serviceless phones, yet you think you can bust 

No lie, I got more lines than Cingular does 

Don't get it twisted like phone cords tangling up 

I'm off the hook nigga, and I'm far from hangin' it up 

They shake like cellies on vibrate when shit's ringing 

'Cause I'll hit you from long distance when banging a snub 

Don't question my excellence; me wreckin' it is definite 

Your life will stop when death ends it, by the .38 specialist 

Death to whoever think they wrecking it better 

I'm hot as being left in the desert while dressed in some leather 

But cold enough to change the temp: I can mess with the weather 

Have you questioning whether 

My jab may be messing with Weather's 

My pen bleed black poison on inkpads 

The shit I'm on is dope: I need rehab 

No bullet can match how fast I throw each jab 

I'll hang you by your ankles and use your face as my speedbag 

My niggas listen to this verse and see why I'm on some cocky shit 

Won't stop grinding 'til my bills on some Cosby shit 

I wish you would try to rob me for my rocky wrist 

I swing on niggas over ice on some hockey shit 

I come out to play when the day's finished 

See the gauge in the vague image of a crazed menace 

You rain and miss shots, race through the rain dripping 

I'll move you into a ditch: you'll become a grave tenant 

My medallion is dressed in astounding Baguettes 

Hangin' and danglin' from the rocks surroundin' my neck 

A beast on my King Kong shit, pounding my chest 

Constantly bustin' just 'cause I love the sound of my TEC 

Listen, got a problem? Come try me 

Come test if you want, it's whatever 

Point your Beretta, my knife is still under your sweater 

You think you sick, we 

I'll put you 6 feet deep where the wind don't blow 

Now you really under the weather 

Yeah, you really under the weather 

You should've brung an umbrella 

What's the meaning of handgun? 

Hand a gun to a fella 

I'll Heimlich the trigger, you die choking 

My gun got a hole in its lung: it won't stop smokin' 

My son got a hole in his lung: it was shot open 

Bloody "redrum" when we come is the block's slogan 

Get your spot broke in 

Get your pockets ripped off 

Nigga guap stolen 

Before cops stroll in 

I dipped off 

Nigga, I go in 

Macho men 

Watch yo' chin 

Ox-o-gen 

Is leavin' your body 

Collapse and you're through 

Gat's finna spew 

Cats introduced 

To hell; I'll relax in your room 

Chill under your bed, until I pump lead 

Through the mattress and you 

Yeah, I'm killin' niggas if I'm feelin' they want war 

High off every pill in the drug store 

Willing to kick in your front door 

Now I'm stickin' my dick in your young whore 

While she screamin' and kickin', I want more 

I'm sick - the reason is unknown 

What's wrong with loadin' up my gun when a love song comes on? 

And shit, this is what separates us from a bunch of regular rappers 

Getting back to the frontrunners 

C.O.B. my religion; I'm not atheist 

Iced-out Nas alias: Godson 

In the COB I'm a patriot, just like Tom Brady is 

Keep a giant Colt, stay on my Eli and Peyton biz 

Colt .45: now who wanna joke? 

I give a nigga a hundred punches and cut his throat 

Your favorite rapper's a bitch - I say it unprovoked 

I shoot a star like the rifle came with a Hubble scope 

If you don't know who we are, then you don't wanna know 

Your pistol was pointed at me, but you don't want it though