[Verse 1] It's a beautiful murder, go on and let the murder start Lights out in the booth, you know that I prefer the dark Oh, you a soldier? Then you about to earn the Purple Heart Hit you with a couple of slugs, call it a work of art Beautiful murder - I'm killin' you trap rappers and you backpackers It's a funeral, you know what I do to whack rappers And you house niggas, comin' around me tryin' to act black Well, be who you are, a black cracker It's ironic 'cause some of my niggas is white, we niggas for life Nigga we icons - bigger than life, nigga, we pipe bombs Blowin' up whoever pick up the mic Lettin' that hot fire kiss 'em goodnight, nigga, I'm Dylan Beautiful murder - I'm usin' the words to abuse 'em and serve 'em It's a fusion, a musical merger... Bruise 'em and hurt 'em, confuse 'em, think I'm usin' a burner The music is shootin' your sternum, that's confusin' 'em further Accuse me of murder, I'm guilty as charged because I play hard Walk in your label and hit your A&R with the AR Fifteen split spleens, that's for pissin' on lyricism That's for pissin' on big dreams Why am I so angry with it? You don't know shit about rap, you niggas can't be critics 9 millimeter paintbrush your brains then get it Blow a portrait on the wall, look like Banksy did it Beautiful murder - chop a rapper's wig in the booth You pull up missin' your roof, but I ain't mention the Coupe I mean your head blown off, body missin' it's roof I'm the illest nigga, this is the proof Shit on your group like a pitcher with diarrhea They twitchin' when I appear, in fear that I'm itchin' to fire If he say he didn't get his style from me He's a son of a bitch and a liar 'Cause he know this nigga's the pioneer Beautiful murder - this shit is so melodic The kinda shit that you listen to while you hittin' on some chronic And talkin' Detox, I'm still mad about me not gettin' on the Chronic I guess niggas they didn't know that I'm it (I'm the best) The best on the coast for years Even though y'all niggas closed your ears, I'm still here, persevere The industry made ghost to most my peers While I fly over the coast in Lears Toast and cheers, but fuck celebrations, I sell abrasions, contusions Transfusions needed, you're bloods oozin' You're losin' your vital signs Homicidal rhymes got my rivals dyin' by the time I spit my final line It'll be beautiful, beautiful... Like an Italian silk tie, but not from Barneys, they ain't suitable For the Circle of Bosses, no squares in my office, not even a cubicle I'm back killin' shit as usual, hope I ain't losin' you