Let Live and Let Die

Lyrics

M.V.L.L. (ft. Cron Hypnostein, A.B., and Ces) - "Let Live and Let Die" [Emcee(s): Cron Hypnostein, A.B., and Ces] [Producer(s): Will Tell] [Verse 1: Cron Hypnostein] Distance goes beyond kilometers, temperatures Boil you and [?] thermometers [?] Speedometers, get to party like [?] Or play like a drama, freeze the intensive care. Now we're The drama, lyrical rhyme shiner. We puff the lye High off the ganja, astonish ya as I'm bombing ya With these deadly, poisonous paragraphs. You couldn't Follow my raps if I left maps and put you on track Styles bizarre, still unknown. Diseases Form smaller than chromosomes [?] And tear through ozones. My immeasurable metaphors Can't be cloned, and just one rhyme guaranteed to make You foam [Bridge 1: A.B. and Cron Hypnostein] [A.B.] Feel ill rotations, then whirlwinds And tyclones [Cron Hypnostein] Track beats so hard, yo, I'll race this through Your telephone [?]. Drums get beat until they're blown [A.B.] Cellular phones stay blown. I'm aggravated, so I grab The chrome. Walk up in your home and blow a hole up in your dome [Cron Hypnostein] Prepare for our landing, so I'm packing Styrofoam What was vacant—see this—now we own [A.B.] By the M-V-double-L Verbal Lyrical Lunatics has shown how bones [Verse 2: A.B.] Become dust. Even if your raps were stone, I will Still crush. It's a must. Discuss the issue We come in pairs like heat-seeking missiles. Don't try to end It off like [?] through dismissal. My clique is not Made up of many individuals. To hear this shit I'm saying, bring it back and check the syllables. Don't break my rituals Blunts in cyphers make it suitable for you to live What? (Yo) Ha (Yo, yo) [Hook 1: All] (x4) Let live and let die. All we want To do is stay high, puff the lye, pass the lye [Verse 3: Cron Hypnostein] I plan to do this shit for yonders. Give me A "[?]" if you ponder what I ponder Don't try to bond the lyrics I possess With the lyrics you manifest to make you seem At your best when you're less worthy Your rhymes bore me, the crowd's snoring Why you kick it (What?) if you're not wicked? (Huh) Shock shifted. Feeling drifted. My mental- -ity has lifted. Peep the god, giving-gift kid Can you dig this? I know you're gonna Miss this. I got your ass twisted From a distance. For instance, pissing on Citizens for Christmas. On New Year's, we're Flipping. Got your ass dipping And diving, slipping and sliding Corrupting-minded got you blinded. Now you're hiding I found the weakness in your spine. May I shatter? But still shine poisonous bites in every line My mind follows time, commit forbidden crimes Number one approaching: Hypnostein It's best you not get out of line. Suggest not intertwine You might get Hypnotized and paralyzed [?], I demand all your property And land, one hundred grand, and your personal stash Of hashies. Go get the Dutchies. Don't Forget the munchies. Now living lovely Fuck the bubbly. Give me the dunk and chunky Don't want no skunk weed. I give bumps that bleed [Verse 4: A.B.] Ayyo, face dropping on 'em. Walking with the screwface And stomping on 'em. Want new taste on new plates? You're chomping on 'em. I beg your pardon. You Carbon copies try to mop me 'cause you're Starvon' Like Marvon. Pussy emcees give me A hard-on. Don't care about what video you starred on 'Cause, on the boulevard, I'll pull your card, so keep your guard on Wreck shop like a car bomb, blowing up like [?]. Too far gone to return to The scene of the crime. The Skeme'll get signed. You dream to get mine You're fiending to rhyme. [?] top-notch Fucking with H as I bust your snotbox. For mad props I showstop and hold hot. Big up to William Tell, to Block I build a dollar bill. Niggas be jacking with No skills, fronting with no ill. Fucking with A chicken? Chill. You'll get killed before me I'll crack your shin—it's mandatory. Niggas is timid Like Vivian's kid. You bore me. You'll get your arm torchy Like Pennywise, you told many lies, so if any try To criticize, I'll cut 'em off like circumcise. My words are wise So my thoughts you try to burglarize. You thought you was A killer, but the murdered died—it's suicide The way emcees get brutalized [?] Boom bye! [Hook 1: All] (x4) Let live and let die. All we want To do is stay high, puff the lye, pass the lye [Hook 2: Ces] (x3) M-to-the-V, god. Double-L When you see me in the street, god, I roll it up M-to-the-V, god. Double-L When you see me in the street, god, I throw it up