{"id":23705,"created_at":"2018-06-07 17:07:15","updated_at":"2021-04-22 00:56:44","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2018-06-07 17:07:15","original_id":null,"artist_id":7449,"title":"Making A Murder Part.2","slug":"making-a-murder-part2","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"I am weighing out of patience,\r\nSitting letting all of this urban cats feeling like doing better.\r\nJust mumbling, and still claiming,\r\nThey got the game in they backpack.\r\nBut no hard pages to validate that.\r\nThey all contradictory, like stupid nerds they all confounding.\r\nIf I aim your brain is the only target in sight\r\nI'm head popping, with this bars,\r\nAmma leave you head scrubbing.\r\nTrynna come up with another me,\r\nThat's like head fucking.\r\nI always put bars right,\r\nNiggas mentality left,\r\nLean right you might catch something.\r\nLife is a race and I'm the finish line.\r\nSeeing me on sight turn back,\r\nOr you'll crossover, now that's flat lining.\r\nGet it? I'm the living proof that bars can been served right.\r\nCats mentality left when they chose the easy way out.\r\nNow beats only matters,\r\nThey lyrical skill is like skill backwards they all leaking.\r\nThey can fill a tub, the minute their jaws moving.\r\nThey blow like leafs, a breezes enough to shift em from seeds.\r\nPut they movement on leave.\r\nThey ain't sticking, they all swagg,\r\nWe forget them really quickly,\r\nI'm what cats will draw inspiration from in coming ages,\r\nI'm all about classics, I'm rooted.\r\nAnd nigga I ain't going nowhere\r\nMy rounds unlimited like on Contra, I ain't stopping yet.\r\nI'm auto shooting, every cat who still verse auto tuning.\r\nIf it ain't cars, boody and money that y'all don't have, then there's nothing y'all can rap about niggas.\r\nI'm painting pictures of hope.\r\nY'all write flop and still claiming y'all dope, y'all beasts, y'all animals, y'all lyrically broke,\r\nIt's all system go when niggas like i be scribbling.\r\nAmma keep it real until the death of me.\r\nYou know after every verse nigga I'm counting dead bodies.\r\nY'all ain't deep, this mafuckers are just floating,\r\nI don't need a hook, to catch any of em.\r\nThey can never relate but only give respect by far.\r\nLike am their father, they gotta set their tone right before they could reply.\r\nThey just easy to run circles around.\r\nI'm Still underrated, still underestimated,\r\nStill unattended, I'm that typa nigga that drops and have niggas run out of words.\r\nI'm still rapping circles around em like in a factory of boxes,\r\nAmma misfortune your chances,\r\nOf ever thinking you got a chance here.\r\nBaloElo where my fortunes are built at.\r\nPlease consult your ancestors\r\nTell em the wreath of Crater is upon y'all,\r\nY'all seeking guidance on how to over that.\r\nI don't play games, I set rules, then pull strings, it's all system go when the pen is at sight,\r\nHave niggas brains wobbly like jellow,\r\nI'm the word of wise,\r\nI got a spirit of a nation,\r\nAin't stopping soon, I keep moving like sand storm.\r\nY'all clicks ain't nothing compared to any verse I lay.\r\nNiggas asses are sweating, withholding info, what for?\r\nThey just just egotistic, they period in the game built ego within em,\r\n they dusty like fossils, they still long for the game, on every track they still going on about a come up,\r\nNiggas please, go and get daily jobs,\r\nthey like those pieces that never move on a chess board,\r\nOne wrong move, I retire them,\r\nI'm the only who does this rap ish better,\r\nSome of em, yeah they getting there but they still got Kilimanjaro to climb, to be on my waist level,\r\nI kill every beat, you can count your top 5,\r\nIn Botshabelo I'm in the top two,\r\nAnd who's ever number two, he ain't shit to me,\r\nI don't give an f about features,\r\nI'm too good to beg for scrapes,\r\nI bag scrapes, how many got in a track with I and returned back?\r\nI'll wait for that mail, \r\nI'm just filling myself, better yet feeling myself, Like I got my hand on my packs.\r\nI'm killing this leds, Like LED's I'm emitting the light to they death,\r\nBotshabelo got the right energy behind they music,\r\nThe only nigga doing is Itu behind his music,\r\nI feel like having all of em under my wing.\r\nBut they pride filled, and holding all their progress back,\r\nBotshabelo is the only place they make a buzz in,\r\nCrater ain't buzzing here I'm just looking for the world to adopt me,\r\nThe difference between me and them is greater than you can imagine.\r\nMy mind is greater than any of em,\r\nOnly the real ones can relate to this.\r\nI'm extraterrestrial, I'm a nigga with a motive, now nigga (God)","download_count":277,"play_count":1,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":3,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-22","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5b1\/948\/de0\/thumb_78459_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":null,"status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}