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Murda Mount Ft. Ency Real Life Raps



-murda mount-
(vrs one)
body numbed up, brain gone with the wind.
i swear i told god, i never do it again.
here i am, swirlin in sin,
i juss said fuck it, start dropin bars at the bottem of the bucket.
if you want beef with me its not secritly.
its like, come meet with me,
so we can start dropin bodies as if i needed meat to eat.
you not a ghost, your juss wraped ina sheet,
i got more naps in ya raps than wool of a sheep,
so ima start hauntin ya dreams in ya sleep,
so i pray you realize what murda can do,
real eyes records gotta bullet for you.
not juss any bullet tho,
its got your name on it,
and your name will be ingraved for enturnity.
got you bleedin inturnally, for enturnity,
you should be concerned with me.


(choures)
real life rap, what you know about that?
head held high but my body detachted,
cant breathe, still movin at speeds thatll shock the crowd,
so fuck life, and everything i write,
cuss youll never understand what i resight behind the mic,
real life rap, what you know about that?
head held high, but my body detachted..


-ency-
(vrs two)
diss me?
ill flip faster than motorola,
everyone of my tracks is classic, call me coca cola,
every chicken cluckin around town, i prolly boned her.
ill dethrown ya easily, call me king kobra.
but i aint dancen, no flute,
most of these rappers are eather whack or softer than fruit.
if you the general?
than why do i walk down the block and youngins salute?
need to recute a new group,
my gang green, speads like the flu.
real eyes records, put a bullet thru you.
better hold ya tounge because you know that its true.
you some little puppets, i been sick as a kid,
and if you think this song is about you?
than it is,
lets begin, think you cool cuss you got some money?
its alright,
anything you do to me in the mind,
ill do twice as bad, in real life.
i sack your raps, like its was a quarter back,
what you really know about,
what you really know about Real Rap?


(choures)


-murda mount-
(bridge)
ency breathe more heat than 911
murda preach real shit like a cross ona revran,
we all around town like 7 11
not even satan can tell us we sellin
we spit more bars, than whats infront of a fellon
raps 6 feet thats how deep youll be
murda mount and ency we done parted the sea (sea)


(choures)
(x3)