C.R.I.M.E. Captivating Rhymes In My Ear

Crime, how sweet the name is,
means to my many my ends,
success by any means so I stay armed with the hammer,
cocaine be the catalyst to the madness
and the road to riches shall be paved with shell casings,
bullets or ballads, feel the rhythm,
lethal weapons like tech 9.

Hands baptized in the blood of my enemies,
vocals from the dearly departed haunt my daily endeavors,
countless vendettas,
numerous bodies lay still with outstanding debts.
R.I.P cause we living chaos

crucify the lames when I sew up these rhymes,
binding the letters together
cause word is bond between me and the instrumentals,
miraculous how I grace the page with such malice,
a lyrical mutiny.

Graffiti be the mark of the young & gritty.
Mac millys never far for when shit gets illy,
creep up on’em like a thief in the night,
coup d’gra ‘s let’em know I ain’t playing in this concrete jungle,
its survival of the fittest,
so membranes splatter when slugs exit the chambers,
and this is what it sounds like when ducks cry.

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