{"id":272050,"created_at":"2022-08-27 21:57:05","updated_at":"2024-05-03 13:46:16","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2022-08-27 21:57:05","original_id":null,"artist_id":23090,"title":"Murder Case (Unmixed & Unmastered). BEAT BY.N Kay","slug":"murder-case-unmixed-unmastered-beat-byn-kay","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"I'm bout to smoke a nigga like I'm smokin' kush \r\nHeard the singing kinda rapper needs a fucken a body bag \r\nI'm bout to serve him in a coffin\r\nCan you niggas write your prayers \r\n\r\nI'm bout to turn this nigga into a fucken mince meater\r\nPut' him in a jar, then I serve him to his niggas \r\nCause this nigga's fucken drooping but ain't fucken even touring \r\nOut there busy talking but ain't even fucken moving. \r\n\r\nLook me and look at him \r\nHis got 4 tapes, stuck in the same place \r\nI got 7 songs and I'm moving like a jet \r\nNight embassy posted me on the gram \r\n\r\nI'm in the city and I'm flying like I'm Peter pan \r\nHis back in the hood, smokin' in the back yard \r\nTrynna figure out,how to move with his life \r\nI got pass that, now I'm chasing what I want \r\n\r\ngot a Lotta rich kids asking when I'm fucken droppin'\r\nCause they see me like I'm Jesus everytime I'm on the mic\r\nEven wanna see me rap everytime I'm on site\r\nYou can fucken check it out, I ain't makin' shit up \r\n\r\neven taught his little niggas how to fucken write raps,\r\nI'm talkin' bout that little midget and\u00a0 that white skinned nigga \r\nTake it back is a hit,\u00a0 cause I made it a hit \r\nIf I wasn't even there man you wouldn't exist. \r\n\r\nHere's a fact, ya'll are wack\r\nYa'll are fucken copy cats \r\nYa'll live like rats, keep on bitting each other for the fucken same bread\r\nWhile I'm\u00a0 getting big shows, without even a tape \r\nYa'll gon' need an escape \r\nWhen I fucken a drop a tape\r\nMaybe loose a couple weight \r\nWhile I'm Paving my ways\u00a0 \r\nLiving in a new phase\r\nMoving in the fast lane \r\n\r\nDidn't wanna be a topic for another murder case \r\nBut this niggas had it coming \r\nLike they fishes in the sea, ya'll are fucken with Eagle\r\nI ain't\u00a0 got no limits, could've taken Big Zulu if he came at me\r\nBut he doesn't know me, I'm like 007\r\nHe's gon' \"Die Another Day\",\r\nCause I got 3 heads in the fucken body bag\r\nDirty fake ass rappers, who ain't got respect \r\n\r\nI can take on any nigga, at any day at anytime (x8)","download_count":111,"play_count":38,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2024-05-03","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/630\/a76\/c91\/thumb_874167_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}
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I'm bout to smoke a nigga like I'm smokin' kush
Heard the singing kinda rapper needs a fucken a body bag
I'm bout to serve him in a coffin
Can you niggas write your prayers
I'm bout to turn this nigga into a fucken mince meater
Put' him in a jar, then I serve him to his niggas
Cause this nigga's fucken drooping but ain't fucken even touring
Out there busy talking but ain't even fucken moving.
Look me and look at him
His got 4 tapes, stuck in the same place
I got 7 songs and I'm moving like a jet
Night embassy posted me on the gram
I'm in the city and I'm flying like I'm Peter pan
His back in the hood, smokin' in the back yard
Trynna figure out,how to move with his life
I got pass that, now I'm chasing what I want
got a Lotta rich kids asking when I'm fucken droppin'
Cause they see me like I'm Jesus everytime I'm on the mic
Even wanna see me rap everytime I'm on site
You can fucken check it out, I ain't makin' shit up
even taught his little niggas how to fucken write raps,
I'm talkin' bout that little midget and that white skinned nigga
Take it back is a hit, cause I made it a hit
If I wasn't even there man you wouldn't exist.
Here's a fact, ya'll are wack
Ya'll are fucken copy cats
Ya'll live like rats, keep on bitting each other for the fucken same bread
While I'm getting big shows, without even a tape
Ya'll gon' need an escape
When I fucken a drop a tape
Maybe loose a couple weight
While I'm Paving my ways
Living in a new phase
Moving in the fast lane
Didn't wanna be a topic for another murder case
But this niggas had it coming
Like they fishes in the sea, ya'll are fucken with Eagle
I ain't got no limits, could've taken Big Zulu if he came at me
But he doesn't know me, I'm like 007
He's gon' "Die Another Day",
Cause I got 3 heads in the fucken body bag
Dirty fake ass rappers, who ain't got respect
I can take on any nigga, at any day at anytime (x8)
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