The Incomparable Shakespeare - Emcees Murdered Your World Lyrics

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The Incomparable Shakespeare – Emcees Murdered Your World Lyrics

The prospect of this prolific, no kidding ’till they make flow
Self addict, then its might be well, grace to cover the kill
Don’t be surprise if it’s on the run to perfection, we’re too
Gave it on the .., they face on free thong
Not a stand up…got’with each too
When I’m God I’m singing don’t bite the hand that feed you
Know you gonna let the snakes to save you
You little’for a couple of bucks
But I go hard to show all’
I miss the team with all’
I go all and on and on, and on and on
I hear you rappers surely got them bored
I can relate ’cause what you’re talking it’s funny
And now refuse to invest to this…
Don’t’ see me in your favorite side
Trap me, they wanna get alone
Really got me bless just to over due what already know
Guilty as charge, she had a murder as…
See I murder’every day incomparable Shakespeare
Don’t play, straight from the fly, at the Brooklyn side
The hood move on your side, killing…just the hoops in my rides
See I murder’every day incomparable Shakespeare
Don’t play, straight from the fly, at the Brooklyn side
The hood move on your side, killing…just the hoops in my rides
I’m back at it’coming to rap frappes; they think that they have an advantage
I’m like the’I can burke you on the side at it
Fuck you are still an actress
I cross your world, cross your girl
Make I film then become a porno publisher
‘but a punisher
Take a sec and marveling, well I’m done with words
I’m so ill I need a vaccine
Still run rap and I’m not on a truck team
I got bad think loaded here, that’s what we talking ’bout
Get the yellow tape ’cause these rappers gonna chop me out
With the mic I am dex the morgan
Tell to kick when I have to suck the organs
Yeah, now I’m ready for my next recorder
Got shooters on my neck, this is not …or politically correct
Even secret service they can sit there and get ruff
Cause I’m lyrically reject, literally the best
Fresh dress like a million bucks

You got to get up and go
‘tell the stories and then lie
The whole ghetto was lost, my brother’

And then they try hard
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Get money, take money, take money

[Lyrics to Emcees Murdered Your World by The Incomparable Shakespeare]

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