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letra de the conviction - malpractice

verse 1
its been three f-cking months since it happened
but i still remember that cr-p since
it was my brother, everyones f-cking moved on but
i never will, i’ll stab you with your own shrapnel
three victims, till you got caught
in an empty warehouse by the cops
when they identified and did the autopsy
on all the victims, it was apparent that

the witch doc told me
that you, b-tch, on a cold day
caught a cab to the old city
got magic stones from the ancients, moved on to a new body
but don’t worry, i will always be behind you
to avenge my brother, my father doesn’t want to
and just know when i find you or the crew
that your with, i will end you

i will have no regrets
and you know what my intents
are, its time for you to repent
sir, its not fine, not enough to be behind bars
i’ll make sure your dead for good this time
find a tower and make the climb
with your body, just to see fly
and hit the ground, i want to watch you die
i will make your fears true, k!ll your family, girls and guys
i want to see your eyes
fill with tears as you cry
i want to see the blood pour from your body
everyone is telling me its wrong
but its been so long
since my brother has sang his song
so i will destroy you, bang, like king kong

hook
bang your dead
filled with lead
my brother was a victim
and i’m the conviction
i’m hunting you down
i want to see your frown

verse 2
the witch doc
showed me a clock
that said where you were, lock
your door, ‘cause i have a glock
so you became mal practice
some rap artist
used to be malcolm campbell, now wants to be a chartist
wow, these songs are ass, hard hit list
oh, and on “the storm”
i know that was you, born
again, you wanted to make someone worm
you thought what you said was warranted
didn’t you, nicholas springer?
and as i l!ck all this sh-t i bring your
location on my gps, my fingers
are shaking, can’t wait to meet you, b-tch burn

whats this, a planned album?
thought after the three months you’d drop “falcon”?
and you’d be successful, welcomed?
maybe i should push you off the balcony
wow, whats this? all the songs are sh-tting on the lp?
wow, this long play is filthy
in a bad way, house melting
murderous thoughts pelt me
equal rights, thought you would be the next shady

hook
bang your dead
filled with lead
my brother was a victim
and i’m the conviction
i’m hunting you down
i want to see your frown
verse 3
there it is, your f-cking house
whats this, your working on your computer mouse
bring myself to this, come, you can do this, just pounce
“albums finally done” oh, good, perfect time for me to crouch
and enter your home, by the time this sh-t is out
you’ll be buried in the south
and i f-ckin’ doubt
anyone will find you on my secret route

focus on the murder, mike, focus
i’m in, this song, locusts
it reminds me of, no, bro this-
no, focus, focus, focus!
“who’s in my house? get out, b-tch!”
ok, come the f-ck down, you witch
and let me tell you what the sitch is
you like to use this scheme when your in a ditch

don’t you? lazy motherf-cker
this is the theme, so pucker
up, or get ready to tucker
down in the ground forever
“who the f-ck are you, what do you want?”
you know who i am, you k!lled my brother, c-nt
exactly one, two, three months
ago, oh, what do you know, same as you planned your album, runt

its funny timing, huh?
you like rhyming, yeah?
“uh-huh, uh-huh”
ok, i’ll let you know, bruh
i see you reaching for your phone
your going to die in your own home
and then you’ll be dead and alone
and i want to hear you moan and groan

-gun c-ck and shoot-

verse 4
he’s not dead, still breathing
great, so now i have to heave him
out to the truck, finish him off, with the beavers
shoulda brought more bullets, now i’m steamin’
first, i will release his album
wow, its called “birth of a falcon”
this is his last paladin
get it, this guy thinks he’s aladdin, not jasamine

alright, body in the backseat
alright, now lets go greet
some beavers, give them a treat
me as the feeder, you as the meat
we’re almost there, i’m going full speed
f-ck, the brake won’t work, i can’t impede
our deaths, me and you, same time, my creed
was to avenge my brother- now i get to see him too, see?

-crash-

i am literally the voice in the back of you head
driving you to believe you deserve to be dead
it was a choice when you filled yourself with lead
and it was a choice when you decided to have said
that you were done after mplp
yet you continue to force everyone to od
on bad music, now please
do your best to see

it my way, nothing you do is enough
the highway, everything is off the cuff
your flow, its not that good stuff
your lyrics, are not nearly enough
to carry your music
and make it good its
still dogsh-t
not matter how much
work you put in, i will always be around
i will always make sound
no matter how deep in the ground
no matter how hard you pound
no matter how much you frown
no matter how many fans you’ve found
and will find, i’ll stop you, the victim
the conscience, the witness, conviction
i will be the one to make you quit
convince you you’ll never spit
good enough to be proud, sh-t
i’ll be the one saying your a b-tch

i can be a good thing, forcing you to be better
or i can be bad, just making you sadder
until you find a rope in your room
tie it, and cause your doom
(ha-ha!)

- malpractice

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