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crooked i - beautiful murder lyrics

mhm let’s in
couple cyphus
couple features knock down
and i ain’t got no chill

it’s a beautiful murder
gonna let the murder star lights
up in the boof you know that i prefer the dark
or you or soldier then you’re about to earn the purple hard
head you with a couple of sl-ts call it the work or beautiful murder
i’m killing your trap rappers and you back backers
as a funeral, you know what i do to wrack rappers,
then your hats rapper coming around me tryin’ to act black em
be who you are, black clapper
is ironic ’cause some of my n-gg-s is white,
n-gg-s for life, n-gg-s we icons bigger than life, n-gg- we vipons,
blowin up who ever pick up the mike
lettin’ that hot fire, kissin’ goodnight n-gg- i’m die long,
beautiful murder i’m using the words to abuse em and serve em it’s a fusion of musical murder
prose em and heard of confuse i think i’m using the burner
the music is shooting the .. that’s confusing and further
abuse me and murder guilty as child because i play hard
i’m walking your label and hit your lan on with the a all,
15 split splints, that’s for p-ssing on lyricism that’s for p-ssing on big dreams
why am i so angry with it, you don’t know show about no rap
you n-gg-s can’t be no critics, now millimeter .. wash your brain can get it
blow a porter on the wall and looks like banksy did it

beautiful murder, chopper rappers weakin the boof
you pull up missing your roof but i ain’t mention the coop
i mean your head blown off n-body missing it’s roof,
i’m the illest n-gg- this is the proof
sh-t on your group like the picture would die read
they twitching when i appear, and fear that i’m engine to fire
if you say it, didn’t get it style for me he’s a son of a b-tch and alive
’cause he know the n-gg- is the pioneer,
beautiful murder the sh-t is so melodic
the kind of sh-t that you listen to, why you hittin on some chronic
and talking d tax i’m still mad about me, now i’m getting on a cronic
i guess n-gg-s they didn’t know that i’m in.
the best on the ghost for years even know all n-gg-s close your ears
i’m still here persevere the industry main ghost of most my pears,
while i file with a cope and let toast the tears but f-ck celebration
our celebrations, contusions, transfusions needed your blood using
you’re losing your vital signs, homicidal rhymes got the rival done
every time i spit my final line, and we beautiful
like in italians .. but not from barnies that ain’t suitable
for the circle of bosses, no squares in my office,
not even a cubical
i’m back killing sh-t as usual
hope i ain’t losing you.
no, no chill.
from now don’t call me no chill.
said two times
cop, hat up my cop?

n-gg-s act like they don’t know
what y’all n-gg-s don’t know?
hi, i’ma just keep opinion mother f-cker,
until you find out,
ain’t f-cking with me no chill

- crooked i lyrics

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