to ignite Digital murder The language of machines Mesmerised by a decade of faith Flowers and remorse A fading vision lost in time Tragedy on course
transform murder into art And the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry 365 days to the date that we was married Thoughts of how would achieve the murder
bury his art Forced to bury his own heart under the mud of a pigsty A cabal of murdered broken hearts Longing for my bitter taste Lost you, I have lost
art of retribution Reprisal for lost aeons of subtlety Lost aeons of subtlety [Chorus] A vortex to impure Slowly murdering my inner sanctum Dreams so
They turned on one another Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy In the passion and depth of their struggle The very art, that had raised them Through such Olympian heights was lost
area, murderer Lyrical gangsta, murderer Still livin' like dat Lyrical gangsta, murderer Pick up a toolie inna the area, murderer Lyrical gangsta, murderer
[Verse 1] Chino, name in Indian: Murdering bear Come fuck with me I put shotgun shells in your ear Out of fear they've destroyed my carrier Have nothing
the floors to murder the medium that shot 'em 30 years before they said... and when the cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, no love lost
kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder
by pain do you confess now fighting with passion for freedom behold the awful price of treason setting an ambush at the grave art of his lost love so
rip you apart My state-of-the art lyrical lasers is razor sharp Splatter the brain matter of my enemies With the same bullet trajectory that murdered
I give myself up. Surrender at my own free will. [Martin Harrison] lt's indeed you're the murderer. [Roxie Hart] Shooting a burglar ain't murder. Just
to save the day Neuromancer, perfect blend of technology and magic Use my rappin so you all could see the hazards Plus entertainment where many are brainless We cultivated the lost art
Crucified the oral swallow Bested techno, threats were hollow Bozo waged his mortal combat Edna Grambo raped with wombat The litany of the vanquished The corporal, yes, he lost
Is you ready? Back by popular demand Murderous specialist tactics Wu-Tang Clan, no rehearsal or practice Niggaz ain't ready for this, niggaz ain't ready
they turned on one another Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy In the passion and depth of their struggle They very art, that had raised them Through such rapiant heights was lost
Life is deceiving while death is revealing The mystic forces in the soul Mind is receiving the certain dark feeling The murderous sources of the ghoul
many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles Now have you ever seen me? Seen meaning saw Niggaz running up in me murdering