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letra de hold up! - murdock

[verse 1: murdock]
hold up, you ain’t heard of murdock though?
that dude with lines sweeter then your fresh mint floss yo
spitting flows like crossbows across those at our shows
to get you bumpin harder than then driving over jersey’s potholes
you’re not sold? your loss bro
i’m spitting miracles
your apostles turn into fossils
my hits are critical
hope that you’re a rapper who can master a protractor
cause you better factor ever angle that i’m coming atcha
it’s a danger to your safety to box me in like a compactor
instantaneous and spontaneous as a nuclear reactor
simultaneous with my craziness cause any offender
will get a left swipe across yo face like we on tinder
see, murdock starts a moth a f-ckin inferno
i’ve walked through flames to get here by now it don’t even burn so
it is internal, in turn though, not your concern bro
h-ll made my flow so hot bumpin’ it’ll make your girl squirt oh!
on a fast track to a class act
raising the bar you won’t pass that
i’m like mad max and you mad whack
k!lling these rappers that backpack
so avoid another bust cause we ain’t playing blackjack
lets play a different game, it’s called: bend over, kiss my asscrack
and warn them college kids cause i’ll perform and set off a trigger
cause every lyric is equivalent to my index finger
pulling back to shoot into the crowd and watch you all drop
leavin y’all dead in the ground while i get paid but i ain’t no cop
so pop, head shot, resp-wn, won’t stop
my kd spread in this game is crazy, the rest of y’all not
that goes to every rapper coming out of jc
trying to represent my hood, the problem’s y’all ain’t me

[verse 2: jack blerry]
my wordplay’s my swordplay
ember off the blade of my tongue, its my sworn way
born to the contract of being a rapper-
lately feeling long conned, tracked my height on the ladder
and i’m above most heads when i’m spit spattin’ or this that-in’
true definition of a blessing that’s been disguisin’
like all of us, i got a lot going on-
spiritually, physical
psychologic, lyrically-
pause. (wait hold up)
the latter mentioned’s in detention for the most of y’all
spittin’ wet messes
y’should do next is keep a tighter jaw
swear to god, shouldn’t have to tell your ass to know your flaws
gingivitis rappers: i’m the dentist get you daily flossed
spitting piece of cakes while walking in the park
following the yellow brick road…and still getting lost
only thing they know is to keep they verses catalogued
so freestyles sound closer to beating cats with a log
i admit-
this coming from written weak pages
putting this out like trash in regular week days and
i don’t believe in recycling though i go green daily
emcee’s y’all the same-
i’m multi-faceted, scalene
i’m throwing shots like i’m pregaming
but i leave wasted those around me-
empty fuel gauge and dude’s stasis
keep moving forward like a new day is…
but that’s just me, it just may be

[verse 3: vincent the owl]
owl!
el brujo! rap game, jersey city, dirk nowitzki
your girl flirtin with me all she did was search the wiki
slid in my dm looking thirsty like “first to quickie?”
i said “sure just hit me”
she looking for the service like “make sure you tip me”
i’m like “you’re a trip b”
after a skrrt, you about to get curved like curbs in the city
i’m the opposite of them herbs you dig me
hoe you’ll get no time and f-ck a rosemary have you heard of vinny?
f-ck a six pack
f-ck s-x and exercise i’d rather f-ck a six pack
my main shorty a forty she got a thick back
hit me on twitter like “i’m a cheap date, you can afford me
plus i’m always h-rny” i hit that
my girl whisky old fashioned
she always trynna chill in manhattan and steal my knicks hat
keep your girl fienden, you in a dream world
i’m trynna tour and be on the other side of the world dreamin

[verse 4: nizz sentine]
now everybody shut the f-ck up
n0body allowed to breathe while i’m spittin flow kicking
time slow tickin slow hoes are forbidden
last name sentine, first name i forgot
too many shots at this spot
took the crown off my top
got the glock like i’m frank castle
blast with no hastle, drivin right past you
you rappers are cashews in my trail mix
lookin like quan chi you just a pale b-tch
i’m johnny cage with the shades hit the fail switch
locked up for spittin flames, think the bail quick
lemme take a second, gold watch with the gold rum
on my planet there’s a hot moon with a cold one
grab a cold one while i’m at it
vinnie can’t stop eatin ass cause he’s an addict
blaster on my hip, lightsaber in the attic
my jedi code is very relevant, henny on ice with eggs benedict
still bumpin old of like it’s brand new
drunk wildin’ screamin “k!ll people, burn sh-t, f-ck school!”
i’m cool and hot, why not
i heat your pops up like popcorn, pop pop pop!
if they askin bout murdock, he rollin’ with me
that’s my g, i’m trynna get these comics for free
and a feature for my sh-t, send a beat to his home
k!ll two birds with one infinity stone like f-ck thanos!
i told ya’ll i’m rap game doc strange
drink water, spit flames, get dollars, make change
ya’ll n-ggas be out hear fake trappin, gun clappin
see you pushing girl scout cookies, my n-gga what happened?
notorious n i z z z you trash ass rappers are putting me to sleep
i’m dead, i’m flinstone, i’m fred
i’m donald trump, i’m red
you know i’m gettin’ mad-

nah i’m f-cking finished, i’m done
you need more money for the rest of the verse my n-gga
i’m gotta charge you more for that

- murdock

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