Murder music.
Murder music.
Killing these rappers, hold this murder music.
I jump on the beat and spit that murder music.
I know some niggas say they heard me do it.
I took that beef and I made burgers stupid.
But still I'm a family guy, worth the stew.
Over here at Street Affiliate, we murder music.
Over here at Street Affiliate, we murder music.
Over here at Street Affiliate, we murder music.
Born in the early 80s when the music was magic
and the crack epidemic came and turned everybody
to addicts.
From Showtime in LA,
the word that you borrowed,
magic.
To Colby Field,
Jack and Shaggin and Victory,
back to back and whatever happened to back when?
To me
those was the wonder years.
When boy meets world and sees girl in her underwear,
sniffing
on your finger after finger and Topanga.
Yesterday this was a wish and now you're really finna
banga.
When you ain't know her name and she was only just a stranger,
you watched her
and listened to her so you could notice the
change in all these fool-gazy rap niggas trying
to wife her.
And you fell in love with her,
knowing everybody liked her.
So when it came
time to run a train or a cypher,
you'd rather spit first and let them other boys recycle.
Her last name Jones, first name hip-hop.
Got everybody hating on me,
I'm feeling like Chris
Rock.
2022,
they'll call them TN to marry any rapper wanna grind on,
we can get it on
whatever.
The rap game junkie,
I relapsed on the rhyme,
I keep crack on the grind,
I keep cash on my mind.
Killing these rappers, hold this murder music.
I jump on the beat and spit that murder music.
I know some niggas say they heard me do it.
I took that beef and I made burgers stupid,
but still I'm a family guy,
gorgeous do it.
Over here at Street Affiliate, we murder music.
Over here at Street Affiliate,
we murder music.
Over here at Street Affiliate, we murder music.
I don't like rap lingo, I'm not an
MC. I just say a bunch of bullshit and somehow it fits me.
My beats, let's just say it wouldn't
offend me if you told me that you hated everyone.
suck my *, please.
Think of something that you
really like, I hate it.
If I had it, I would trade it.
This * is so overrated, my mind has been on
vacation since the first breath I had taken,
they never thought I would make it.
Doctors should have killed me back when they had a chance,
now my goal is to put the whole world in
a massive trance.
Bitches who get naked for no reason and have to dance,
got her hips shaking
violently like I filled her ass with ants.
Pass the pot and pass the pan,
fill a bowl with hacks
and like half a gram of weed from Afghanistan.
I'm high as buckets, my mind is * and I
keep spitting.
I'm a family guy, bitch, call me Pete Griffin.
Killer needs rappers, hold this murder music.
I jump on the beat and spit that murder music.
I know some niggas say they heard me do it.
I took that beef and I made burgers stupid,
but still I'm a family guy, word to Stewie.
Over here at Street Affiliate, we murder music.
Over here at Street Affiliate, we murder music.
Over here at Street Affiliate, we murder music.