Murder Called

Yeah... Okay
The song may have more than one concept but the whole point is that I just
Gotta what
I just

I gotta kill it,gotta kill it
I can feel it, i can feel it
I can't feel it, gotta kill it
I Gotta bring it, gotta mix it, gotta deal it

I gotta kill it, gotta kill it
I can feel it, i can feel it
I can't feel it, gotta kill it
I Gotta bring it, gotta mix it, gotta deal it

This is only the beginning, it only the beginning man

Tod dropping like tnts
Haters staring at me like they caint believe it
Man they say that I came in and murdered the game
But I believe that I'm fulfilling prophecies
Felt it before I was on my knees
Had the talent in me at the age of foetus
Feeling eminent cause this skill ain't about being repetitive
Always practice, on that back to back flipping asthma attack giving, gotta stack up to the ceiling typa lyricism
Like I got acrobatic linguistics that leave you with permanent hypertension
Switch up the game better pay attention
Money ain't the motive
Just tryna sell the idea of a lyrical intervention
When It comes to spitting, thinking, mixing, living timid and making life extensive
If time like a dollar then changing the world is how Immo spend it
Cats tryna Copy the flow that I fabricated
Scratching bar codes claiming that they made it man it's funny how they lack imagination
Swears these rappers contaminated
With that fakie fakie them be emulating
Grinding backwards on that day to day
They aint even on board with this lyrical education
School these niggas watch me demonstrate this
Won't conform so you cannot expect it
Bring the heat and take away your breath
You gone need that hyperventilation
Set the bar as high as psychedelic patients
Always brief and if that's the case then
Not just levitating
Working gainst the laws of gravitation

I gotta kill it,gotta kill it
I can feel it, i can feel it
I can't feel it, gotta kill it
Gotta bring it, gotta mix it,gotta deal it

I gotta kill it,gotta kill it
I can feel it, i can feel it
I can't feel it, gotta kill it
Gotta bring it, gotta mix it, gotta deal it

This is only the beginning
I don't think they're ready
It's only the beginning man
They ain't ready, they ain't ready
It's only the beginning
Sp8Ci
Switch it up

Dizzy Dizzy niggas talking about who the best when it comes to spitting
I don't think about it, I just jump on and kill it, the reason for lyrical demolitions
I can feel it, I'm taking over like an excisism, spitting prisms like mathematically inspecting figures
Concerned bout commas you ain't check your fixtures
Fixing myself to perfect my vision
Visionary for crafts that are out of this solar system
Slave working for small depictions to complete the image of this innermission
Man the game is in need of an intervention
Imma be innovative, I spot a hole in the 5th dimension
Bring that energy cause it's what you've been missing
Think it's time that you feel the difference
Humble thoughs of a true accention
Only heaven sent cause God given
If you got a gift how can you neglect it
Reaping what you sow and sowing what you reap only cause you Digg it
Don't be takin no 2 cents
Better run it if the shoe fits
And if murder call then
You gotta kill it like you cutting off loose ends
T.O.D

Gotta kill it
I just gotta kill it