KILLMK_1
Yeah
Hear me loud and clear
Kill the mics, kill the cords tethered to the hordes
Double edged swords to kill it twice
Kola hole, stomp it low, kill it right
Know your roles, make sure it don't leave your sight
Kill it like it was never alive
Kill and don't leave the body till its dead as the night
It ain't a crime, if nobody come looking for it
Only hazmats and some canaanites
A world of masks, distance
That's your new present, that's my past tense, it's
Cycles I've seen, every Michael had Jean
I fathered my problems cause I didn't have ending
Both ends are short, can't seem to stick with it
Just lay these bricks different
These walls cohort, you could wreck with every listen
Just checking for a minute, I had checked-in for the record
Lay azaleas in my black vase
Smell these flowers till the last crop
Ornery tells you better cut it out the picture
Stuck with an enigma, wish I'd stuck witch ya
So what'd you think it's scene? Nah, nah, nah
So what'd you think it's a dream? Nah, nah, nah
Your future ain't triple beam. Nah, nah, nah
So what'd you think it's scene? Nah, nah, nah
So what'd you think it's a dream? Nah, nah, nah
Your future ain't triple beam. Nah, nah, nah
This the return of bag snatcher
Not cash grabbing, more like grave-digging and man-dragging
Virtuals is full of you no shows
Kids with ego boost gone rogue
Mark non-grata like Stonecold, thoughts redder than kane dropping
In a cage knocking, bass rocking like Dwayne Johnson
You never played to a base, you just play sponsors
Props that couldn't knock this and remain talking
Fuck should I care what all y'all think
Fuck your tunes, I'd rather listen to Jar Jar Binks
Fuck your bars, we all know he rapping to record
I'm wrapping with Saran to hand it in a morgue
Fuck platinum, pay me continental coins
Business everywhere, scan the floor where I point
Don't make me make the point, this is a stick-up
Like how y'all robbed Prince just to suck some dick up
Dangerous til I don't back down
Don't be blaming us when we gon' pack rounds
You can't hang with us, you never came with us
So you lames get out, when this hang gets rough
Dangerous til I don't back down
Either angel dust or devils act out
Don't blame the drug, them graves are dug
But we can't get out, these chains are crutch
Mangled from the start, I've driven Eldritch insane
Looked into the abyss, it blinked and called out my name
No cloud I could've missed, I was fixed, dancing in rain
How can I carry the city when it ain't a terrain
For this Terran, there ain't no birth, ya'll want Lazarus
Wrapped with gifts, drenched in the same blood from Nazareth
Israfil couldn't even resurrect the half of it
Never seen any cut neither some action, shit
Elephant in a shrinking room
Being told it was never them, you think it's you
An evermore with evergreen wounds
Hard to tell a difference when everyone bleeds blue
Crabs or melancholy, exact some hell, I prolly
Burn in purgatory, it develops on me
Snaps in a dark room, pictures spell out sorry
It's swell and jolly, till you sell your soul to sell an art piece
Raining from the dome, the sands see iron
Cycle of life, these hands speak tired
Can't reach Zion, digging antsy, trying
Till the last beat fires
To all my heathens longing for an epic
Break rib cage to put a song within a message
Hope you think of it longer than this record
Schaudenfreud, it gets wrong if I correct it
Treat me like you, treat me like I'm telling ya
The one chance to load a barrel and shoot the messenger
Kill MK-1
Hear me loud and clear
Kill the mics, kill the cords tethered to the hordes
Double edged swords to kill it twice
Kola hole, stomp it low, kill it right
Know your roles, make sure it don't leave your sight
Kill it like it was never alive
Kill and don't leave the body till its dead as the night
It ain't a crime, if nobody come looking for it
Only hazmats and some canaanites
A world of masks, distance
That's your new present, that's my past tense, it's
Cycles I've seen, every Michael had Jean
I fathered my problems cause I didn't have ending
Both ends are short, can't seem to stick with it
Just lay these bricks different
These walls cohort, you could wreck with every listen
Just checking for a minute, I had checked-in for the record
Lay azaleas in my black vase
Smell these flowers till the last crop
Ornery tells you better cut it out the picture
Stuck with an enigma, wish I'd stuck witch ya
So what'd you think it's scene? Nah, nah, nah
So what'd you think it's a dream? Nah, nah, nah
Your future ain't triple beam. Nah, nah, nah
So what'd you think it's scene? Nah, nah, nah
So what'd you think it's a dream? Nah, nah, nah
Your future ain't triple beam. Nah, nah, nah
This the return of bag snatcher
Not cash grabbing, more like grave-digging and man-dragging
Virtuals is full of you no shows
Kids with ego boost gone rogue
Mark non-grata like Stonecold, thoughts redder than kane dropping
In a cage knocking, bass rocking like Dwayne Johnson
You never played to a base, you just play sponsors
Props that couldn't knock this and remain talking
Fuck should I care what all y'all think
Fuck your tunes, I'd rather listen to Jar Jar Binks
Fuck your bars, we all know he rapping to record
I'm wrapping with Saran to hand it in a morgue
Fuck platinum, pay me continental coins
Business everywhere, scan the floor where I point
Don't make me make the point, this is a stick-up
Like how y'all robbed Prince just to suck some dick up
Dangerous til I don't back down
Don't be blaming us when we gon' pack rounds
You can't hang with us, you never came with us
So you lames get out, when this hang gets rough
Dangerous til I don't back down
Either angel dust or devils act out
Don't blame the drug, them graves are dug
But we can't get out, these chains are crutch
Mangled from the start, I've driven Eldritch insane
Looked into the abyss, it blinked and called out my name
No cloud I could've missed, I was fixed, dancing in rain
How can I carry the city when it ain't a terrain
For this Terran, there ain't no birth, ya'll want Lazarus
Wrapped with gifts, drenched in the same blood from Nazareth
Israfil couldn't even resurrect the half of it
Never seen any cut neither some action, shit
Elephant in a shrinking room
Being told it was never them, you think it's you
An evermore with evergreen wounds
Hard to tell a difference when everyone bleeds blue
Crabs or melancholy, exact some hell, I prolly
Burn in purgatory, it develops on me
Snaps in a dark room, pictures spell out sorry
It's swell and jolly, till you sell your soul to sell an art piece
Raining from the dome, the sands see iron
Cycle of life, these hands speak tired
Can't reach Zion, digging antsy, trying
Till the last beat fires
To all my heathens longing for an epic
Break rib cage to put a song within a message
Hope you think of it longer than this record
Schaudenfreud, it gets wrong if I correct it
Treat me like you, treat me like I'm telling ya
The one chance to load a barrel and shoot the messenger
Kill MK-1
Credits
Writer(s): Farvez Afridi Faizur Rahman
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