{"id":212149,"created_at":"2021-03-24 09:25:56","updated_at":"2021-04-11 11:31:43","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2021-03-24 09:25:56","original_id":null,"artist_id":101726,"title":"Lif3 - Murd3r","slug":"lif3-murd3r","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"Lif3 - Murder\r\n\r\nWhen i sip when spit, when i see one of thee. I wanna\r\nMurder\r\n\r\nWhen i get a sick beat, ama beat till don't beat. I wanna\r\nMurder\r\n\r\nAnd the gods in my head tell me kill or be dead. I wanna\r\nMurder\r\n\r\nWhen don't spit make me sick ama die if don't live. I wanna\r\nMurder\r\n\r\nFlip what's alive like am grilling ona burger\r\nSince i was 9 i was never ever a begger\r\nThen i got a pen now I'm flowing like Sketcher\r\nAm the better rapper, candy check the radar\r\n\r\nNow I'm heavy with 16s\r\nfelt my heart heavy back when i was six then\r\nNow ama grown man in the sea, I'm seasick\r\nYou mess with me you, homo you go fucking see sick\r\n\r\nI don't see clearer in the light, I'm no optimist\r\nI see the devil in the light, kindafa pessimist\r\nI'll give you drugs, I'll give you pills like ama Pharmacist\r\nI joke with thee, not that kind, am doctor who be off with thee\r\n\r\nWith a saw in deep\r\nInside your body gee\r\nWith a knife I'll kill\r\nBut with Rhymes I'll seize the world and kids\r\n\r\nThat's not joke, no hysterics ama sick bastard\r\nI've grown cold it don't mysteriously just happen\r\nThe skull froze, i goes cold\r\nIt leaks into the heart and stops the beat ohh NO!\r\nIt sips in two parts and stops then heat then you go cold\r\nYou there confused, infused inside your head like ya don't know\r\n\r\nI'm real cold, but i got heat, move Lucifer\r\nHe suicide, see my game, I'm ruthless, huh?\r\nI crucify, if you lie in the name of christ\r\nI spit the ryhmes to keep my lif3, i don't wanna die\r\n\r\nI grow cold and flow doper, i grow over\r\nHoes, bros over foes, low hoes .over.\r\nAm i a lover? she think i love her.\r\nNot a lover, but a rhymer, i spit magma\r\nI spit hot, these are tha typa heat,i lava\r\nA defier, sick Word Rhymer, the rap Dalai Lama\r\nGod told me dont stop, keep the Rhymes tighter\r\nDevil warned me if i rap, I'll be hot, light up\r\n\r\nMurder\r\n\r\nWhen i sip when spit, when i see one of thee. I wanna\r\nMurder\r\n\r\nWhen i get a sick beat, ama beat till don't beat. I wanna\r\nMurder\r\n\r\nAnd the gods in my head tell me kill or be dead. I wanna\r\nMurder\r\n\r\nWhen don't spit make me sick ama die if don't live. I wanna\r\nMurder\r\n\r\nSince I'm in a position to spit what is real, a venon\r\nI ain't no politician but am gonna feed em the venom\r\nHard with the truth, in my genes i last, a denim\r\nWords are weapons, Armageddon with the words and end em\r\n\r\nNow who's the king of these cool, ludicrous, rude lyrics?\r\nWho could write like i do and leave like two dudes dyslexic?\r\nImpress me with the rapping and am gonna go down ina rapid\r\nIf you fail then you ghost, leave cold, and froze no gasping\r\n\r\nLif3 - Murder","download_count":2,"play_count":6,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":2,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-11","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/605\/ae9\/756\/thumb_649018_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}