Murdah He Wrote

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You said we were friends, but there ain't no friends in this shit business Consider this wisdom past from master to disciple Quest for survival One life to live, OG cisco kid I got scarred skin, sin in tempest frail I drank from the holy grail Kept my sweet ass out of jail Quote my words, feel my hurt The power of the whole universe in one verse Fall on your knees and pray A soldier of fortune died today Yo, kid, you look down (I'm the ghetto life, shut your mouth [?] scripture [?] artistic underground bohemian depictions) *gunshots* [Verse 2] Real life villains, hеathens Ready for a pizza [?] pie, ridе or die Fuck traitors, I'm rap savior, call me Xavier Bad behavior, [?] three ball player Mayor in this [?] town, fuck traitors Call me Xavier, pay me my respect carefully Chosen words interpret levels of hurt Call me [?] sick of this shit ready to retire Freedom of thoughts, my ass can't be bored Pay my dues, I'm sick of this singing the blues No fixed address, we spiritually manifest In the dark shadows, hard you never find me Don't deny me this one thing I'm broke, I don't wear bling On the way blank, you can't understand Phantom gypsy curse, one man busting words Broken shell, I've been living in Hell Break it down right now *gunshots* [Verse 3] Shoot an apple off your head Will you tell me what I need to know? 40 pounds of blow Method survival skills, energy levels unknown [?] spirits, 58 commitments of [?] yo, you sound wack [?] slapping, what's happening Crackalack, don't talk back Respect our names, but things done changed Blaze through hate, bitches gon hate, haters gonna hate Burn out the public [?] ties If the rat's wearing the wire, set him on fire, higher and high Elevation, metaphysical obliteration Daily test of determination considerations Alleged allegations, mafia connections South sea players, I ain't playin' Gettin' high, gettin' paid, goin' home to my room and gettin' laid Underground, I shall remain *gunshots* [Verse 4] 29 years, feel my pain, biohazard caution I'm letting you off with this final warning Astral project, lyrically soaring To new heights, once bitten, twice bitten Litter flipping, Bloods and Crips and Call me Cyrus the deadly virus, contaminate you White [?], apparition, one ambition Coyote hallucinogenic visions Mass murder killing, drug dealing Talking to myself in the mirror I cursed myself in a flesh eater Chasing the dragon singing the sad song Macromolecular biocomposite drive torture machine, make you scream Sitting alone in my four cornered room staring at candles Smoking Tupac's cremated ashes, I ain't no fascist *gunshots* Motherfuckers