Murder - Laws

Murder, I was your favorite rapper from the future

Now I’m headed back to the past to bring you that murder

Word around the street is I was speaking crucial

To the point that you ain’t have to ask who got that murder

Stop by dead or alive before I put my first word on the pad

I thought about murder, now I’m in the right state of mind

Just to put a flat line on the track ‘cause this is that murder

Why you got those bags under your eyes?

I’m on a grind and I guarantee if you’re fresher than me

Yours ain’t hard as mines, that son still delivered

Damn I should see if I’m as real as my pictures

The Hi-Def ones but I digress son

They wonder if I’m gonna do it for the ladies

My mama Wu-Tang, I’mma do it for the babies

So if you presume I’m outta tune and this is trash

You consume and you got a womb, are you crazy?

Your kids getting gyms from some dudes that’s from Gaise

My mother wouldn’t never let these motherfuckers raise me

And look how I turned out, first show, packed house, look how they turned out

Rap had to die for me to be someone that you heard

I brought it back to life and they accusing me of…

This is that bird, this is that different cat slipping past herbs

This is that Jesse Owens on that bag of crystal, this is that Christ

This is Q and mist, this go right through the gris

You feel it in your bones, the makings of a king

They can see me on the throne especially when I’m grown

You can find me in the zone, market like a Sham-Wow, find me in your homes

I’m official as a guest who consistently hitting these bitches over the fence

Whether I’m kicking writtens or I’m kicking from my head

I’m not offensive but they like did you hear the shit he said?

It’s different, we can distinguish it from top-fold

I’m machine and he’s diesel but he’s not norv

See my skin tone, they wonder what’s my story

As soon the beat drop, they stop talking 'cause this is that…

Pay no mind to you busters, I’m going through it now

I don’t mind roots numbers, being patient saves embarrassment

I rather be a Kweli than a Hamilton

In persons, situations get handled different

But if she swing, best believe I Gucci Mane the chicken

Not violent but my Prada sick, they call it murder

Well if the homicide fits, I wear it but I don’t ever share it

Taking you to school like a parent, tearing in the booth, the truth is apparent

I’m a pirate brushing shit off my shoulder from the parrots

Polly want a cracker? I’m not the type to political rappers

Like Obama, my skin ain’t the factor, I’m covering up murder

You hear me? I’m covering up murder, I said I’m covering up…