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2010-07-15 23:18

Murder

I murder beats by burning sweets, I'm high as shit still
I serve up heat with words I speak, I can spit a grill
my syllable skill gets hospital bills, yes it's ill
feelin' higher than climbin' a mountain while downin' six pills
the difference in our lyrical skill? light years!
my peers aren't quite near to my tier right here
deny tears, believe you don't want me to invite fear
i'm killin all your dreams and i'm the one that haunts your nightmares
like Freddy Kruger I'll do ya. You think you're a threat here?
My sense of hearing you've ruined so your screams'll fall on deaf ears
I sweat spears, yes, my blood runs with knives, cutters
I'll drain your veins, leave you slain with your life smothered
I'll take what I'm owed when I show up like I'm a night mugger
The flyest composer you know of everytime I write(Wright) brother
The 9th wonder, search Google you'll see my stock's flyin'
you're the little engine that can't, so stop tryin'

//Dean

 All music is good, it all depends on how accurate you are..