Lyrics Murder - Mr Streetz

I got books full of notes on how to murder the scene
Through the grime I rap drill I'm putting death to the beat
Man I fill it full of numbers, make it drown in the stream
Spitting out the flames and make it choke in the... look

God it's getting old
The rap game needs a change
Ain't no way to do it so I'll put it in a grave
It's been extortion
For way too many years
Try to start up in it you'll be dead and there'll be tears
I'm gonna
Get to it first
I'm prepping the hearse
Wait I'm making up a deathbed for you nerds
You'll never wake again so you know our prayers were heard
Too many sheep brains and so it's death to the herd
Look
Loading up the strap you'll see a double tap
Spraying out the corn and see me lyrically conjure that
See the scene get flattened
My words all make a pattern
Piece it all together then I'll lyrically mash em
Watch my tongue attack em
J Hus, be a massacre
Bass that makes the floor shake cos I'm a fucking damager
Talent
I scout it, I'm a manager
Trust no executives scouting out the amateurs

I got books full of notes on how to murder the scene
Through the grime I rap drill I'm putting death to the beat
Man I fill it full of numbers, make it drown in the stream
Spitting out the flames and make it choke in the steam
I got pages full of notes on how to murder the scene
Through the grime I rap drill I'm putting death to the beat
Man I fill it full of numbers, make it drown in the stream
Spitting out the flames and make it choke in the heat

Annihilate the industry
It's not just cos I'm pissed they got it in for me
Break it down and then I'll build up my own dynasty
Hah
I'm famous from the infamy

Ratatat I'm spitting bullets like the infantry
Steady marching to the drum, I got the sickest beats
Acting like they're hard I'll make em indomie
Shit
There's no one that's akin to me
Shellington crescent, I'm bringing shells
They've neglected us and now I'll give em hell
See me dropping all my shells at their feet
Feel it most in their ears
I'm a vet and you can look at my belts
Violence sells
So you know I'll make a killing off this shit
Felt my flow and now they're jumping off the ship
It's a bitch
Making waves, it be the sea and I
I'm ripping up labels I'm talking EMI

I got books full of notes on how to murder the scene
Through the grime I rap drill I'm putting death to the beat
Man I fill it full of numbers, make it drown in the stream
Spitting out the flames and make it choke in the steam
I got pages full of notes on how to murder the scene
Through the grime I rap drill I'm putting death to the beat
Man I fill it full of numbers, make it drown in the stream
Spitting out the flames and make it choke in the heat

I'll finish up my verse and leave 'em hanging
Automatic weapon yeah I bang it
Spit-fire like the plane, I got the habit
War machine, I'm loading up the matic
Book that's full of tricks, I got the magic
Showing off my teeth cos I'm a savage
Pearly whites are shining make you crash it
You know that I'm a symbol making classics
Your bars are dead and so is your brain
You can't process what I'm saying you might think I'm deranged
But what I'm spitting is so heavy it'll crush the whole game
The bars are coming off my head I think I'm fucking insane
Rep another 16
Biceps so big they'll make you suffocate
Metaphorical for how I run the game
Tearing up the pitch, I'll make em run away
Run a couple down, it's just another day
If you jump on my tracks you're getting crushed guaranteed
There like Streetz can you sort it out please
What, the scene?
Yeah I'll do it I believe in the cause
Tear it up, you see I'm working my jaws
I'm a veteran at war
No surprise I suppose
Start a fire let it grow
And you're gonna suffocate from all the smoke in your nose
Choke em out let em tap
Got the game on my back
And their shits so whack that they're gonna get whacked

I got books full of notes on how to murder the scene
Through the grime I rap drill I'm putting death to the beat
Man I fill it full of numbers, make it drown in the stream
Spitting out the flames and make it choke in the steam
I got pages full of notes on how to murder the scene
Through the grime I rap drill I'm putting death to the beat
Man I fill it full of numbers, make it drown in the stream
Spitting out the flames and make it choke in the heat