Order 66 (Musar)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah [Verse 1] Independent, I'ma give you niggas nothing but that West Coast shit I'm throwin' the West up like a Makaveli in a Death Row pic I'm bulletproof, vest up, so your bullets ain't makin' my dress code drip I'm puttin' my foot in the enemy's ass and shit out a Retro 6 I'm fuckin' my neck up, 20 gold chains, neck so lit Feelin' good like I'm on some XO, feelin' XO lit That's why I had to give the death blow to my ex-ho Her respect low, so I said "Yo, there the dough, go" Don't step slow, hell no, yes, bro, let's go in Talkin' real shit Rappers out therе droppin' record after record Homiе, I don't even feel shit Nothing fuckin' with the real shit, not a lil' bit Till Crooked come and hit the kill switch Haters try to block, arms up, but I still swish Let it go, Glock go boom, bullets start singin' like autotune Married to the culture of hip-hop, I'm hip, but I didn't have to hop no broom I'm your groom, hoppin' out of my cocoon when the time is opportune A villain gettin' green in the hood while I rock a full metal jacket like Doctor Doom Y'all talkin', I hardly listen, I'm sparkin' wisdom, I'm part of that Art division, Cardiac heart conditions, smarter rap artists that start to dissin' This authorism, this barbarian barbarism I'm a bar magician, I'm a barmatician, who's all into Garveyism I'm a car collision, I smack beats, push your driver to the backseat You David Duke in your white hood, I'm Teddy Riley on my black street I'ma clap beat on a drum loop when the track meet, I'm a athlete Your simple instrumentals butt crack That's why you always get your ass beat in a rap beef I'm in LBC where the sex get thrown The West is known as a reckless zone It's a death wish, walkin' with your necklace on Your chest get blown, you best get gone A Kushite king in the flesh and bone Never left this throne, God bless this song I'm speakin' in a universal language whenever the record's on I'm Rosetta Stone [Verse 2] No way the G's won't feel me, I take a hard beat Give it a heartbeat, give it a voice and won't give it a choice When it's screamin' out, "Please don't kill me" Take his life, it won't be no after Go apocalypse, stole his confidence Put this beat in a ghost sarcophagus and bury that bitch by Cleopatra Got zero laughter, ain't shit funny I evolved the whole West with a verse on Kurupt's album I don't give a fuck, can't nobody take this from me Before my verse on Step Up, a lot of y'all rap like a ancient mummy Fuck it, I'ma be a counterfeiter with insomnia I'ma just stay up and make this money (Kill 'em) Then I put a little cheese out, where you rats hidin'? (Get 'em) I'm MJ with the moonwalk, I'm backslidin' Kill your whole top ten and I'm just on the track vibin' Couple bags in the shopping cart, y'all sack ridin' Musar, ethics in this shit, Musar Battle with the devil at the crossroads, you'da sold your soul like a Rock 'n Roll blue star And I just mix your weak ass like you Wheatgrass, that's a juice bar I don't give a fuck who you are, I'm too hard Order 66, Musar Musar, Musar, Musar, Musar