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letra de murder in the 1st degree - dj magic mike & mc madness

[intro: dj magic mike]
yo yo yo magic mike right here coolin’
in effect in the studio, rollin’ with my boys
from the royal posse, mc madness, infinite j, epod swen
yo swen, since you the new grape on the golden vine
step up to the microphone and m-ssacre
and show the suckers what time it is

[verse 1: epod swen]
the path to being royal is impossible, born capable
checks on track to attack the irreplaceable
rhymin’ at the drop of a dime, i’ll start to demonstrate
and when you think that’s it, that’s when i captivate the crowd
with force and of course i’m doing damage
to the frames of the dark, saddle up
and try to manage a position he never owned
so give up that microphone and check
leave it croppin’ doors, ’cause the t-tle’s gone
and if goes that fast i’mma come back
and attack and subtract and weed wack
with no slack, jack (yeah)
misunderstandin’ discipline is a must
you’re tryin’ to troop and then step
so step on, mr. curious, are you delirious?
yo, you can’t be serious
tryin’ to win against swen when he’s furious?
you better think again ’cause epod swen is just too hype
(a rhyme is a terrible thing to waste) you’re d-mn right!
so i’mma use my lyrics to my fullest capablitily
thinkin’ you can get with me, yo, tell me are you silly g?
or give me an excuse like “yo brother, i got amnesia”
bitin’ in the style, i’m gonna feed ya
but now just for a little bit, admit you’re just full of
i’m like a junkie, fiendin’ for a hit, i just can’t quit
this is for the suckers to blindly see that if you mess with me you’re playin’ murder in the first degree

[bridge: dj magic mike]
yo infinite j, it’s about time for you to
step up to the microphone and k!ll the second set of suckers

[verse 2: infinite j]
my plea is guilty, of the strong weed mc
packin’ a truck, tryin’ to mack to infinity
i go solo, mic check then go flow through with the groove
but i still rip mc’s though, oh, you don’t know it’s like that?
no problem, black, i tear mc’s apart in no time flat
here comes a knucklehead b-m tryin’ to get some
ain’t no perpetratin’, punk, so you get funked
this is your first and it will be your last time
you ain’t heard nothin’ until your heard infinite rhyme
so you proceed in need of a victory
you don’t interest me, considering history
lyrics so def, crush your mind to the level up
hardcore metaphor, might even hurt myself
you can’t touch royalty, but the suckers try
now i’m locked away for lyrical homicide
increasin’ in energy, i’m the victor, see?
that’s what you get when you tackle with the chief of beat
i-n-l-i-n-i-t-e is guilty, a murder in the first degree

[bridge: dj magic mike]
you mc m, since you don’t send the suckers to the grave
kickin’ dirt in their face

[verse 3: mc madness]
lead is the punk, work ’em two, three, four for the five
once i arrive, they strive just to stay alive
they gave me a sword and a shield like a gladiator
i made a swipe for a mic, now my arms are greater
step into the battlefield, the crowd is roarin’
it might be quick, but it won’t be boring
i scope the area, tauntin’ and darin’ the
opponent that’s sweatin’ my mic like it’s a derringer
he was supple than me, weak, without technique
and had the nerve to critique my mystique
or maybe i just take his strength for granted
’cause mast him in the magic’s way above standin’
now madness is not full of sentiment, for there’s an element
called comp-ssion i felt for the chin
and then the sucker hit me from the blind side
magic let the rhythm ride, i’m gonna skin his hide
i hit him with a line, and he retreated hastily
i’m on a roll, hit him twice, struck him fatally
now may cuffs ’cause i dropped
the creeper who was bluffin’, he was rougher than me
they charged murder in the first degree

- dj magic mike mc madness

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