Unsolved Murdaz (Explicit)

作词 : Tyrone Roundtree Sr

作曲 : Tyrone Roundtree Sr

By all means

This calico rasining Up out these drawstrings

Dopemine

Readin Scriptures from prophet Robert Greene

Conduct a team

Orchestrated but never duplicated

I been the greatest

Like Muhammad met Elvis out in Vegas

No military we armed

Consecrated by the streets

Kiss em “Capeesh”

We family how could you turn on me

Liquor bottles in brown bags

Embrace the corner

Although we mourning

Use that anger & leave his body swollen

Clean out his colon

He rеquested us not to shoot his face

It’s a disgracе

For his momma to see when giving grace

I’m in a state but I’m local

A schizophrenic mind - Out of design

After murders it change a killers eyes

I tranquilize my prey

That mean I bring famine

Creep in like Santa

With bags I come to put your kids in

In the beginning was words

Until I sent a verb

Did it absurd

Cut his *****

And stuck it where he turds

With life leaving your body

Your soul was tryna swing

I felt it follow me

I even see it in my dreams

Now I’m numb to it

Maggets ate your body fluids

Hungry hogs ate the rest

I sent the payment to em

You gotta listen in dark

Cause you know... Gods the light

Flash a pistol it’s stage fright

In a victims eyes

Don’t know who made these rules

That we live by

That’s why I did this by myself

When the timings right

That’s called dirt all by my lonely

I ain’t involve the homies

They got the news

And read my body language in the morning

All this alleged

I’m a rapper I’m just lying to ya

Unless you find out for yourself

With bullets flying through you

I make the old heads listen

Make youngins wanna learn

I make the ladies think my wicked soul

Is gonna burn

Whom may concern

Unsolved bodies so somebody did it

We ain’t tryna make the news

I want that documentary

Killers respect killers

Only if you certified

Sold big boys for 3 stacks

Like Aquemini

You colonized

I’m Nat turner with black burners

Quick to quote you a scripture

And let a bullet burn ya....

Cameras all around the crib Yeah I’m paranoid

Got super zoom inside the lens

I could see the Lord

We had a drone To scope his crib

I just hit record

I’ll send a chick to study bosses

Like she Lira Galore

My cameraman caught a shooting

We was filming movies

My lil homie had to shot em

Cause I couldn’t do it

It’s treacherous from all this negligence

Up in these streets

Encouraged the youth To shoot his father

Cause he never see him

He blamed it on his mother

Despite the pain he still loved her

He knew from past abuse

That They wouldn’t cuff her

Threw him in programs

For an issue he was numb 2

A psychological war We all are losing 2