Murda

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Mi come fi Murda p**sy'ole in 'ere tonight

Raasclaat dem tings'dem I'm gonna deal with

Them can't test Klashnekoff mi say dem can't Klashnekoff

Man fi get Murda in 'ere tonight p**sy'oles fi dead

Tell them now rasta

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 killing 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 cunt 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 the blood cleaned

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**king with Tina Turner

It's Murda Murda Murda Murda

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

It's 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 killer quotes and one lines that cuts throats like knives

Baffle the fives can't fathom how the f**k 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

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**king with Tina Turner

It's Murda Murda Murda Murda

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 butters

Man switch like Baracas come swingin' like MC Guigan With a barrage of punches

The spit boxin' champion

Who spark man unconscious and knock out their dentures

See the *** 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 cunts 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

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**king with Tina Turner

It's Murda Murda Murda Murda