| Murderism defines the flow
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| Who me? |
| Murder One designs the intro
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| K-Rino with the killer flow for those that don’t know
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| I said follow me, follow me
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| If you want to see a lyrical murderer
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| Follow me, follow me
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| If you want to see an SPC murderer
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| I own a rifle that shoots arsenic mixed with Nyquil
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| My mental is so eventful that what I write will leave the pencil on its
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| menstrual cycle
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| Whoever’s next, I take your concepts out of context
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| And with one flex thrust 'em into an intergalactic apartment complex
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| I bring pestilence to your residence
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| My lyrics are used by central intelligence agencies to assassinate presidents
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| To battle me many be placing bids
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| But when I flow and then it’s their turn, they pass just like Jason Kidd
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| It ain’t no grasping these fast men, rhyme headaches left me gasping
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| Therefore, I swallow dictionaries just like aspirin
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| I separate your composite by each component
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| The instrumental urinated once it found out I’d be rapping on it
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| Open your mind and let the master in
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| I’m faster than bastards in track and field, don’t need water, pass me a glass
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| of wind
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| The known crook who left his own shook
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| Ripping at random and practicing at home by memorizing a phone book
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| I said follow me, follow me
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| If you want to see a lyrical murderer
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| Follow me, follow me
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| If you want to see an SPC murderer
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| I got lyrical Call Waiting in my brain design
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| So I might click over to another rhyme on another line in my other mind
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| And discover I’m a supreme poet, planets bleed when this brother rhyme
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| And I give birth to millions of minutes just by making love to time
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| When I presenting this, I’m scientific like photosynthesis
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| You meant to diss, show your jugulars where I place most of my emphasis
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| I turn and give someone they burned their wisdom
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| I represent eternalism, the fatal masochist passing his bloody journalism
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| My thinking surpasses celestial
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| Arresting you by placing you in an extraterrestrial murder vestibule
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| I swing the mic and chop bodies like lumber
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| I been putting work in, my total ends resembles a social security number
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| When I go to bed with a female she has to wear a vest (Why?)
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| 'Cause if she don’t she’ll end up dead with a verse carved across her chest
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| It’s hell to tell when I’m ringing your bell
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| I pull simulated variations of generations out of a singular cell
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| I said follow me, follow me
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| If you want to see a lyrical murderer
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| Follow me, follow me
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| If you want to see an SPC murderer
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| You could be a thousand miles away and want to challenge K, so snatch the green
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| Just to get to you I’ll send my body through a fax machine
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| Crack your team, the skin melts when blasted by the acid beam
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| Smother brains with cellophane, make flames by pissing gasoline
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| Hit the stage and then inflict the page until it’s sick with rage
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| Engage and body change till I dissolve into my liquid stage
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| Go inside myself, study my molecules and clear a blemish
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| Master laws of physics then trade places with my mirror image
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| Been on Earth since time began so ain’t nobody old as me
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| Built your style off mine and got the nerve to think you cold as me
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| Flying through the sky and coming down with bows that weigh a ton
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| Wrestlers come off top ropes, K-Rino be jumping off the Sun
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| Draining 'em and like the laws I’m locking up and chaining 'em
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| Opponents drown while swimming in my Mediterranean cranium
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| Real telekinesis I’m displaying when I spit a rhyme
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| Inject my spirit into 15 million bodies at a time
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| I said follow me, follow me
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| If you want to see a lyrical murderer
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| Follow me, follow me
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| If you want to see an SPC murderer |