Klashnekoff - It's Murda lyrics

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Klashnekoff - It's Murda lyrics

[Intro] (This is brought to you by Kemet Entertainment Records) 'Mi come fi Murda p**y'ole in 'ere tonight' 'Raasclaat dem tings'dem I'm'a gonna deal with' 'Them can't test Klashnekoff, mi say dem can't Klashnekoff' 'Man fi get Murda in 'ere tonight, p**y'oles fi dead' '(Brrrrrr!) Tell them now rasta!' [Verse 1: Klashnekoff] K (K!) lash your rasclat neck off I'll split you in half like a gun blast from Lennox (Lennox!) Hotter than flammable rocks From the manor when man are animal nyammin you like fox Experts slosh, we specialize in handlin' cop With man's hatching and planning plots looking to jam in your spot But their stamina's not up to par get ripped apart like red Rizla to raas, (raasclaat!) This Terra Firm 'dargart' state of the art But tell them jankrows to stay in their yard Or get stabbed with a stake to the heart I'm try'n'a walk a straight path but d'y'know say it's hard Sick thoughts of flinging on mask And k**ing your claat Keep runnin' through the back of my head like old dance steps Get dropped on your doorstep like Dando Many man ran prang cuz my nang flow's badder than Taliban still ban shows Spit flows over bhangra, spit so cold make you shook out like it was SOCA Terra Firm take over take you through the mind state of a tortured soldier Who tells tales of unspeakable horror with lyrics lethal like bora Leave you leaking on the floor star That's why I don't watch no talk I read auras and books written by forbidden government authors Infiltrate your border like ITN reporters Then return with the slaughter Captured on camcorder I'm trapped in a damn corner chatting to Pandora 'Bout boxing a man for her But she don't know me, Klashnekoff That black c*nt from out of Stokey Banana boat mango munching monkey kick off your door like Jumanji Dash you off the 28th floor like it was bungee, I want the blood cleaned [Hook] It's Murda, when man test the Terra Firma It's Murda, Bray's getting buried in suburbia It's Murda, man's shotting rock to make a' earner It's Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda It's Murda, Them man can't test the Terra Firma It's Murda, They'll find your body buried in suburbia Murda, Pride take man for f**ing with Tina Turner It's Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda [Verse 2: Klashnekoff] I'm not ready to die but ever ready for bury a guy They're not ready for I I can see the fear in they eye Scared of the rhymes that ricochet and tear them inside Some fear for they lives Prepare and try to stare in my eyes Wife cry bucket of tears When the brere get iced but that's life Its all lies, ride rhythms like a dive spit cyanide saliv' And blind your left eye Subliminal crime, snipe you in the back of you mind With k**er quotes and one lines that cuts throats like knives Baffle the fives can't fathom how the f** did he die One tux and a tie with twenty-one bucks to the sky Asking me why a brethren is deeper than I This piece by my side lookin' to eat a piece of the pie So come in peace or draw your piece or please reach for the sky My ether is nine, like nine, millimetres times nine Millimetres times nine, millimetres from your spine So take time my rhymes take life like Tek-9's And we take wives from guys who flex their chest size [Hook] [Verse 3: Klashnekoff] Badder the spanner banner with a black bandana Darren-D the dan dapper wrap the trees like strappa! Stab the beat with a dagger the Hackney hack attacker Shabby like shabba shabby like Shaggy verse just shut up In this sick, sick city situations get bu*ters Man switch like Baracas, Come swingin' like McGuigan With a barrage of punches The spit boxin' champion Who spark man unconscious and knock out their dentures See the d** don't work, they just make you worse Man smoke a little merch and feel say he can't get hurt; that absurd You'll get sliced up and served like hors d'oeuvres Buried six feet deep like sword in the dirt While you frauds shot work from the back of your Mercs I reverse the hearse stick 'em in the back of the boot And baffle you fools you c*nts can't ackle this youth Or tackle my crew get beaten 'til you're blacker than blue While I'm strapping a zoot you on the floor catching a boot Looking to catch a blag blood but that's a catch 22 And you done know the crew [Hook]

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