Dead Man’s Walk

Lyrics

[MC Kriminul] A motivator, none greater than the prophecies that I be speaking So many flows that out my pores you know my raps be leaking, defeating foes adversaries stay leery Commentaries that I drop will probably put you in a cemetery So what's it worth when you rappers on a scale of no volume Lacking depth simply water in a pail shallow My lyrics is bound to fly ya bone marrow Like a double barrel im on ya heels in camouflage apparel Fuss and crawl if you mustn't get your feelings hurt, revealing dirt Like a dealer criminal who be stealing shirts outta Bloomindales They ain't shit don't sell my reason And my pockets is bare like deers in the woods in hunting season Regardless Still hopes of being prosperous Catch em shots from us So dope that its a crime to call the cops on us Im prone to bust you like acne if you attack me So watch your back be niggas is strapped see we ain't happy About shit in this music biz the fuse of kids That claim to be the bomb That's who the target is baby [Chorus] How do it feel to be a dead man walking Now the time has come for you to face the revelation Demonstration of these skills will have you running to the hills of hibernation But what's the use I'll find that ass without an atlas Split your wig with my lyrical then bounce like a mattress Just for practice Kriminul is quick to stick you like a cactus For your creams dreams hope aspirations and your wackness shit It don't stop like waterfalls I slaughter ya'll Till the day im stranded on death row Hit some more rich hoe boroughs Im over ya'll heads like ceilings your dealing with the lunatics The tune you kick be so pussy smells like tuna fish Its ludicrous to test i stress you out like pms To be the best so ya'll can ride the dick like huffy bmx You see the next lucky contestant adult or adolescent Ima send you back to your fucking essence [Chorus] How do it feel to be a dead man walking Now caught up in this rap so cold They couldn't capture what my vocals do Local crews bite but when my lyrics end up choking you Provoking you Like ponine be due with black people raps lethal like Danny glover and them two sequels Blue vehicles with white stripes and flashing lights Followed me at night, Rudy Juliani on my dick tight Shit might cloud your vision, too much Buddha smoke Its hard to see the opposition, kills all your dreams and hopes You fiend for dope so ima hit you up like a crack spot My raps hot bound to leave you open like a laptop My backdrop thru the ghetto We pull in strings like Geppeddo Surviving in this concrete meadow The super Kriminul Lex Luther spinna producer The shit we coming with most niggas really ain't use ta Don't got to prove to, nobody bout our fucking skills Like the ushers more than chicken heads throwing records deals For real [sample]: The California Dreamers - A Day in the Life Https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1pmnLxU4I3k (1.31)