MURDAMURDAMURDA (feat. Ocean Wisdom, Ward 21 & Victor Kwality)

Problem

Tell 'em

Machete gang

Ask no question

Suicidal to the test

No fuck around, we bun some shot up in ya chest

We don't walk 'round with no vest

No fuck around, we bun some shot up in ya chest

Non frega un cazzo a me se questa merda non va in radio

Se non va in Top 10, scemo, parlo un altro slang

Giriamo incappucciati come gli Anunnaki

Gli appuntati urlano: "Fermi" con i ferri già puntati e, bang

Credevo alla giustizia, ho visto un socio mio pestato

Lì ho pensato: "Sono un bastardo senza Dio né Stato"

Nelle piazze nelle case, come al bar nel weekend

Se ti beccano farai au revoir al tuo Audemars Piguet

Ok, wait, wait, brotha

Com'è che se va magra vai di spada tipo J. J. Abrams

Terrore ad ogni play se c'è il mio tape in sala

Voglio l'hall of fame, ascolto Tame Impala

Se vuoi faccio il translate, fake, impara

Più infami e lolite che squali e Recife

Più che leche de tigre nel mio ceviche

Fai il capo quando sei il vice

Non vali neanche due lire, la fine del mio regime

Da fasci contro compagni a gattini contro sardine, eh-eh

Quando il dubbio mi possiede, il trucco si intravede

Ma finché puzzo di potere, ho il lusso di godere

Dammi il mic, homicide, così vedi che combino

Dove stai, fuori o dentro? Sei peggio di un secondino

Murda, murda, murda

Say we not afraid of people, fuck what you heard of

We bust open the gates and enter weh we murda

So please, don't test me faith and stir up me anger

Yuh, dea-dea-dea-dea-dead it off

Mystic MAC, one shot, might let it off

Script this, all this is scribble, ain't never lost

Ain't no games, my grind they never soft

Big man like me ain't ever gonna let 'em off

Realest **** that ever, ever was

Ever, ever was

Show it, set it off

Litty buzzin' off cocaine

And I made the record them bredder can't ever fathom

Another level, them ah brothers couldn't ever jump ahead of us

Eminem and any American that is levelling

I'm pretty with it, could put you on anything

There's never been a brother they could sit on this

It was like like the sussin' and inventin'

To the point that they cappin' on a McGregor tee

You know my style, and you gotta hold my style

They ain't read enough or read anything

Wait, wait, brotha (Hold up)

I just looked across my bench-press and saw eight plates, brotha

You ain't liftin' more than eighty off the eight states cut up (Remeber that?)

I was reppin' eighty-ten times in the eight grade, wallah

Played Beyblade, but you ain't no bad boy really

After this one drops, I'm confident all of Milan gon' feel me

After this one drops, I'm givin' you suttin' a tad more drilly

After that one's dropped, vexed all the opps, my dad gon' kill me

Like, "Wiz, are you mad, boy, or silly?"

"Nah, dad, I'ma bust, quick million profit"

You finna log in or log off, amigo?

If I'm chillin' with Bob in Milan with the squad

And you really gon' bop to Nitro?

If he chillin' with her and he double her age

And he think he a boss, he a paedo

I can't believe they are my guys

Them are not walking around with that Robert De Niro

Them men are weirdos, I forget

Murda, murda, murda

Say we not afraid of people, fuck what you heard of

We bust open the gates and get away with murda

So please, don't test me faith and stir up me anger

Murda, murda, murda

Say we not afraid of people, fuck what you heard of

We bust open the gates and get away with murda

Me buddies are the ruffest that you ever heard of

E se non so chi sei

Bussi nella notte e puoi

E quando ti incontro, sai

Cristo, vedo solo guai

Ahi-ahi