Brown Bag AllStars - Rhett Committed Murder lyrics

[Verse 1: Audible Doctor] It seems as though Rhett committed murder And I'm party to the crime see the beat is the pistol and all the bullets are lines Each word's a fragment left embedded in your skull All with a risk you'll bleed out if the doctor tries to pull We can't save him, too bad the years of hearing bullsh** made him to weak to take it when he played them The sound ruptures your tweeters clipping your meters rip though your speakers to smack your a** in the face with the ba** drum, (bung) I'm done, could give a f** when kids front This inner-net (Internet) sh**'s only good to hold my nuts in swim trunks Jump in punk and get your sh** lumped by the Brown Bag cats with the Beat Junkies when this sh** thumps [Verse 2: J57] I'm Jack Donaghy loan sharkin' the fee for brothels Beef and broccoli rockin, old E and falafel Scientology, each word is f**in retarded Rhettmatic on the beat, what the f** have you started? Chillin' with Preem, drinking 40's at HeadQcourterz Recording the GOAT's cuts, something should be said for the Fact we're the most slept on & underrated Brooklyn, New York City, painting murals with the blood of haters Keeping tabs on who's down and who's not f** the fads and who's now and who's hot My only downfalls the fact that I'm so honest Cause me and Element will you run for your foamposites [Cuts by Deejay Element] [Verse 3: Soul Khan] Should we kick it with the in-crowd, sh** why now? Son, I'd rather split the in-crowd's inside out With a lumber saw, why the f** are y'all doing somersaults Over throwaway lines I'd just white-out? Most avant garde sh** is all hot garbage That's why I came down and brought y'all carnage And spit raw venom, handle-bar stash and the stonewashed denim So who really want it with Soul Khan Lennon? My girl ain't Yoko I'm no Van Peebles, my work ain't Solo Conjure up an opera like Sergei Proko' And stay fat like my first birthday photo [Verse 4: Koncept] I've watched many climb many fall should've locked the harness in The hook is part to blame for the look that starts to garnish him Damn, Gina what if you were half the man that Martin is Pardon him on a whim could win without your heart in it Stop name dropping those names don't even know your name partner The game's watching if great your name will make for great options Props how I live my living makes living worth it You listen to different verses than tell me I didn't merk it Than persons that purchase their living curving our vision It's purses missing what isn't when persons purpose is twisting The merchants mergers are vicious We're served in furnaces it with 'em It surfaced hurting in millions the vultures serving to fill em now k** 'em