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letra de dark metropolis - jon murdock

[hook]
dark city, j. murdock
so listen to this rhyme, it’s dedicated to you
rated top ten, pop ten men, ten men popped
these eyes are lifeless

[verse 1]
call me the trifest, mic devices, get sliced and diced with preciseness
i write this for the lifeless who become the hypest
hip-hop soundscan critics, you listen, we live it
every day, all day, that’s how we spit the sickest
j. murdock, you call for reinforcements
but you ain’t never try to enforce, my rhyme enforces
you taking losses, ride like the four hors-m-n
holocaust your squadron, molotov, toss it often
with power like austin, cough and slash this mornin’
crawlin’, hear the launch and bomb and sound the alarm, then
pack your people up, problems, point out the possible
.45 caliber, shoot it, can see the obstacle
he in a hospital, surgeon, it ain’t probable
so we ain’t lockable, murdock, he took shots at you
dark city, city of darkness, you take losses
it targets often, park up the car and then start walkin’
then start blasting, p-ssy, then start runnin’
the raw gunman suddenly comin’ to rupture your stomach
enlace him with staples, this blatant hate to erase you
staying laced with a tray full, [?] tools leave you disabled

[hook]
dark city, j. murdock
so listen to this rhyme, it’s dedicated to you
rated top ten, pop ten men, ten men popped
these eyes are lifeless
dark city, j. murdock
so listen to this rhyme, it’s dedicated to you
rated top ten, pop ten men, ten men popped
these eyes are lifeless

[verse 2]
my mic’s just unstainable, pull it straight to aim at you
make your face rearrangeable, face it, i’m plainly capable
and highly toxic, to rock it, i block oxes
pop sh-t, i’m noxious, ’cause problems to stop nonsense
professional checkable wreck a session accessible
wheelchair access for mcs, i left them vegetable
i spit it better than y’all, i’m just fed up with y’all
calling you wack because a percent of you are
point blank, i brought the shank, disintegrate and you’re thru
(so listen to this rhyme, it’s dedicated to you)
i got the two-two, four-five, more die, hawkeye
off sides, running back, the more i find, the fog [?]
p.i. magnum raw, see, i’ll bang ’em all
love to the ref, kid, thanks for the call
the game’s all mine until you practice, i’m that sick
that’s your caskets, cats, they just can’t hack it
called ricky fitz from the payphone, “stay home
don’t need another man tonight ’cause they blown”
i blew ’em out the water, rhyme slaughter, drive the porsche-a
stick shift, i just spit sick, i’m out to stalk ya

[sample]
there’s just one thing that puzzles me
i’ve met quite a few murderers in the course of my work
murdoch, doesn’t strike me as one

- jon murdock

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