Dramaslide (feat. Azael)
What
I'm fucking gone off the ziti and parm
Grab the grab the fucking mic and proceed to do harm
I wrote this link I used to with a pad and a pen
It's like a bad habit and I'm back at it again
Smash grab and offend
Just to cause a reaction
Bout to burn you like you falling in a cauldron of acid
I wake the dead up watch 'em claw out their caskets
Hands feeling like granite knock your jaw off its axis
Adaptive like rivers and streams
Words move like visuals up on the cinema screen
Simple and clean, unless you want it vicious and mean
Picture me with a sickle looking like the killer from "Scream"
Me and the click we like Neal and Chris
See the 'Heat' coming (whoosh)
Then we cease to exist
I keep the beats coming
Like a fiend to a hit
You're own friends could stab you up
Who I need to convince
Who I need to convince
Who I need to convince
More money more murder more homicide
We keep it humble in the jungle you get shot for pride
The lust for money is like something of an opp inside
I see you suffering let the love in and the drama slide
There's a Zuni saying, for every twenty wrongs a child does, ignore nineteen
There's an old Italian saying you fuck up once you lose two teeth!
More money more murder more homicide
More money more murder more homicide
I am Higher than giraffe dandruff
And I can't land 'cause
I'm wanted in this country
If I'm brought in on a dumb thing
They would flaunt it like its something
It would haunt me my kids suffering
Cousin, get percussive
If they take me into custody
Bring MPC's no drum machines
Just magazine drums n weed
Hit this pad like son of Creed
I'd do the same if up to me
Warned him twice for number 3
I'm pouring concrete on your feet
A coral floor will watch you be
A rotting body hard asleep
Scars so deep, you could park four jeeps
Yet a part of me is like pardon me
I'm Ruth's babe with two blades
Like my masks a blue shade
I'm Babe Ruth in Beirut
Swing at your face straight through
Instigate a stray tooth
Cook 'em like filet stews
Rookies would've stayed snoozed
'Til i shook ya graves use
Nun chucks like snoop does with blue chucks
Two tucked in my new tux
With the shoes buffed and a crew cut like I'm Bruce Buff
IT'S TIME!
That we suit up
And do what we need to
Thug selling drugs busting slugs but he ain't evil
Nah nah nah he ain't evil
Nah nah nah he ain't evil
More money more murder more homicide
We keep it humble in the jungle you get shot for pride
The lust for money is like something of an opp inside
I see you suffering let the love in and the drama slide
More money more murder more homicide
More money more murder more homicide
Even if you catch a homicide
I'm still on your side
If there's God inside
No one ever really gotta die
Let's go!
Even if you catch a homicide
I'm still on your side
If there's God inside
No one ever really gotta die
Rock with me, rock with me
ROCK, ROCK
Rock with me, rock with me
ROCK, ROCK
Let's go!
Even if you catch a homicide
I'm still on your side
If there's God inside
No one ever really gotta die
Rock with me, rock with me
ROCK, ROCK
Rock with me, rock with me
ROCK, ROCK
I'm fucking gone off the ziti and parm
Grab the grab the fucking mic and proceed to do harm
I wrote this link I used to with a pad and a pen
It's like a bad habit and I'm back at it again
Smash grab and offend
Just to cause a reaction
Bout to burn you like you falling in a cauldron of acid
I wake the dead up watch 'em claw out their caskets
Hands feeling like granite knock your jaw off its axis
Adaptive like rivers and streams
Words move like visuals up on the cinema screen
Simple and clean, unless you want it vicious and mean
Picture me with a sickle looking like the killer from "Scream"
Me and the click we like Neal and Chris
See the 'Heat' coming (whoosh)
Then we cease to exist
I keep the beats coming
Like a fiend to a hit
You're own friends could stab you up
Who I need to convince
Who I need to convince
Who I need to convince
More money more murder more homicide
We keep it humble in the jungle you get shot for pride
The lust for money is like something of an opp inside
I see you suffering let the love in and the drama slide
There's a Zuni saying, for every twenty wrongs a child does, ignore nineteen
There's an old Italian saying you fuck up once you lose two teeth!
More money more murder more homicide
More money more murder more homicide
I am Higher than giraffe dandruff
And I can't land 'cause
I'm wanted in this country
If I'm brought in on a dumb thing
They would flaunt it like its something
It would haunt me my kids suffering
Cousin, get percussive
If they take me into custody
Bring MPC's no drum machines
Just magazine drums n weed
Hit this pad like son of Creed
I'd do the same if up to me
Warned him twice for number 3
I'm pouring concrete on your feet
A coral floor will watch you be
A rotting body hard asleep
Scars so deep, you could park four jeeps
Yet a part of me is like pardon me
I'm Ruth's babe with two blades
Like my masks a blue shade
I'm Babe Ruth in Beirut
Swing at your face straight through
Instigate a stray tooth
Cook 'em like filet stews
Rookies would've stayed snoozed
'Til i shook ya graves use
Nun chucks like snoop does with blue chucks
Two tucked in my new tux
With the shoes buffed and a crew cut like I'm Bruce Buff
IT'S TIME!
That we suit up
And do what we need to
Thug selling drugs busting slugs but he ain't evil
Nah nah nah he ain't evil
Nah nah nah he ain't evil
More money more murder more homicide
We keep it humble in the jungle you get shot for pride
The lust for money is like something of an opp inside
I see you suffering let the love in and the drama slide
More money more murder more homicide
More money more murder more homicide
Even if you catch a homicide
I'm still on your side
If there's God inside
No one ever really gotta die
Let's go!
Even if you catch a homicide
I'm still on your side
If there's God inside
No one ever really gotta die
Rock with me, rock with me
ROCK, ROCK
Rock with me, rock with me
ROCK, ROCK
Let's go!
Even if you catch a homicide
I'm still on your side
If there's God inside
No one ever really gotta die
Rock with me, rock with me
ROCK, ROCK
Rock with me, rock with me
ROCK, ROCK
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Dawiczyk
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