Fatal Rhyma - Murkin' da beat (short version) | Текст песни

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• Fatal Rhyma
• Murkin' da beat (short version)

And it's my motivation, patience ain't a virtue (yeah)
Ya know this spittin krayzie, in next phasin I will hurt chu (right)
Struggle in the block, dat beats got Flocka, kno wut's up!? (yesss)
Mobbed dat shit, until I split it, until I lit that blunt (yesss)
Start illusions, brains fusion, feelings loosen but ya happy
Got that shit on morning, 'noon & evening, still I reppin
And I steppin to the top, (right)
Nobody can make me flop (right)
Nobody can make me stop (right)
Pistol grip' like Peep'n Tom (shiii)
"Mister Flip" until I die
And I'm creepin n CROWIN
I gotta people who KNOW ME
Cuz I'ma little PHENOMENON
Chain is blinkin, smokin drinkin, man I thinkin I'mma God
Fuck you stinkin, clock is tickin but I still king in N-town (yea)
Disagree? Suck a dick!
I hitcha like-a fatality
& getcha wit-a mentality
& splitcha into reality
My abilities is large, you kno I murkin dat beat
You kno I servin this shit
Get ready for the next rhyme I spit (cyeah)
Bitch, you just WASTIN when you TESTIN me, fuck RESTIN in peace
Cuz you gonna strictly DEFEATED, like you T.I. so "GO GET IT"
I go up hard since I get 13, check it out that's fuckin' RESUME
I fell apart when I was start, but now next part of life, bitch, GETAWAY
Bitch, fuck Midway, this suck ass faggot, yeah I little fashion too
But that'a real swag is what I wear erryday cuz that's a true
I feel like I got no clue (yah)
"Rebel 8" is gotta light blue (yah)
Straight thuggin up wit' my crew (yah)
Bitch, I just ridin you thru (yessss)
Please call me leader, never beaten, Imma fitted my rules
....Full equipped wit' that tools, covered by that goons
And that's not comedy, I'll come again and startin new beginnin
Fatal Rhyma, lyrical crime ya, testify and that's tha finally, eat it (eat it...)