IQ - Ma** Murder lyrics

[Verse 1 - Prince Akeem] Take heed in the steeze Army fatigue gortex Leave a dead cow at a vegetarian doorstep February 6, 1996 16, I was born with the f**ing curse to win Prince Akeem Prince Akeem Cent sign Dollar sign Chief Sequoyah Shallow Owl names you can address me by The wicked one spirit gun Spiral into a rhyme scheme That will k** a Nun destroy a priest and make the devils eyes bleed Crush building scare children Set tornado sirens cause a wind like this will split atoms and make the skies Fiery-re-re give your pet cyclops some visine Cause its gonna wanna see this kid overflow the game and switch flows (floors) Like the carpets old and the crevices are filled with mold They say the eyes are the gate way into the soul So I'll look you directly in your pupil make a verse in my mind Recite through my iris Then the feeling will be mutual when I say I'm the best alive b**h [Verse 2 - ilaskywalker] The champ is here, your man's is here They say they need a new light the lamps in here Creeping in the booth spitting cold like 30 below to a can of beer I'm back In Living Color and it's over with for you panda queers Get it You boys ain't makin no noise and the amps in here Your girl antsy to get a pa** from me me like in transit Just want to know if her feet and her panties near Damn my dear Use your brain, your cool is lame Now who's to blame for my ruler fangs Due to names like Wu and Tang I'm shinin like I'm in the 90's and I'm moving caine Now do the same If you can't then shush my n***a I'm serial k**ing with no hook my n***a Still look at these simple minds they shook my n***a When I'm flowin I'm shootin I made you look my n***a ughhhh It's ila ila but you can call me ma** k**a Not to mention anyone of my n***as Just know that we can pull any one of these triggas Gods on the track like gats and I'm one of the illest I see fright on these guys faces I'm something to fear kid In your nervous system so I know you can feel this IQ art I write like Pica**o with steel pens My future lookin wealthy I'll get paid like a bill b**h, I'm outie [Verse 3 - Vontae The Villain] IQ is the nation You other cowards basic Just like a blunt face it & keep those feet pacing Uh, I said just keep those feet pacing Yo It's just, random thoughts when I step into the booth IQ is the crew, rebel teen with a loose tooth Hot bars through the roof A cold gla** of water would do Please tighten up your shoe laces when you're stepping to my crew I really don't think you're ready for drama like the genre I'm just rhyming and floating At your girls house smoking Vontae the Villain chillin toking on something potent Constantly floating and you know this IQ b**h! [Verse 4 - Digga Sensei] I'm in my prime So I opt to miss foes who mega tryna get me caught up in time I done bought the whole world to see you decept and con The people who couldn't see through the chi and rest of my mind Don't whine and complain with my n***as in the sky Puffin' on that medusa too stoned to open my eyes But I open my eye With my chakras in a line Now my aura going Dora exploring through space and time Stay connected to my roots so cool order a seven Getting lifted with my bredren since 2011 Been spazzing on these beats lately I enter the dragon Garbage n***as couldn't chuck rhymes nor is they even Rappin Mathematic disaster, a** mad it was fatter Herbal essence in my lungs when I inhale and exhale at what I do I done opened my vision you too Meditating on intuition ever since I was two Don't think I'll pay tuition these robots forever missing out They take our potential and turn it into an evil route [Verse 5 - Troiter Vega] Ugh Troiter Vega the savior The underline common don Let's get it Maybe my madre predicted vega would k** it A hell of a way to end it But this is what happens when vega starts spazzin lyrical madness The verbal a**asin More potent than thrax Can't see my vision grab your pen and gla**es This is apocalyptic masterpiece Burning like ten cords Fiending sativa like the appetite of ten who*es practicing celibacy Saying he k**ing vega the savior The only competition to me is jesus christ Man my lyrics do save you rap messiah Lyrics forged through the fire of the struggle Our whole team in a huddle You want conversation or rebu*tal I'm cutthroat and your neck is jello Think I give a f** then say hello Watch you get hit with that cold metal OE and rose petals Just to commeorate my memories Young old school n***as in my vicinity smoking lala leaves that chief sequoyah couldn't remedy Runnin low on empathy n***as biting steez like the logo of macintosh negro drake and josh That's p**y and dollar signs with a little twee Heard a little birdy chirp and tweet that nobody f**in with troiter vega v