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  • Текст песни Magic Affair - Homicidal



    Maniac? the name is Swift
    Homicidal the title, to take a life as a gift
    Cold crush, rhyme, rhyme, lady, scratch, and even music maker
    Bounce an' MC on the court like a ball player
    Proven by the lyrics on the mike as I extend the cut
    Making music, as the girls move and shale their butts
    Suckers with the heart, try to battle even cheat me
    They can't compete, nor they defeat, or even beat me
    With the silly dictionary rhymes they spond
    When the mike catches fire, it will melt and bend
    Then I'll use the court as a whip, as I teach this lesson
    I'll whipe the knowledga in your head, so you can't stop guessing
    Who's the best MC upon the MIC, SWIFT
    Executed lyrics by me, will leave you violated
    Make your body get the shiversq, eyes dilated
    Suckers perpetrate, and try to dis me
    That's why the suckers watching me like TV
    Survival of the fittest, is very vital
    Got my weapon on auto, boy, I'm homicidal

    Dangerous, mike packing and ill
    My peotry is my ammo, and it's ready to kill
    I'll put your head out with a quickness if we battle you know
    I'll make you wish you were in prison, sitting on death row
    Chrome plated, highly polished, and I'm running the joint
    I penetrate, like a hollow point
    Homicidal, is what I feel in my mind
    I have 100 ways to kill you while I'm saying this rhyme
    Perpetrators, can't even compare to this
    I cock the hammer, pull the trigger and dis
    Sucker MCs biting rhymes like these
    I'll point my weapon in your face and then I'll start to squeeze
    Your mind get's nervous, your face is cold sweating
    Beacuse a butt-kickings, what you're getting
    I lived a rough life from kid to a man
    When I think of things I've done I say "Damn !"
    What's the deal, you know it's real
    Always feeling illy ill, my mind just says kill
    I'm never wrong, then again I'm not right ya'll
    Menace I'm homicidal

    Swift the name, dissin' MCs the game,
    To dis a sucker MC is the claim of my fame
    I like to grabthem by the face, punching them in the neck
    Burning up their stale rhymes, 'till they give me respect
    Cold destruction is a code, causing rapper's commotion
    Setting world on fire like a TNT explosion
    Rhyme, not a song, I neither sang nor I sung
    I can cut a man to shreds, or break a tree with my tongue
    Got my face on a poster, wanted dead or alive
    Reward tall "duckies" four thousand or five
    If you want to take the "duckies" wish yourself a good luck
    Cuz I kill in cold bood and I don't give a fuck
    Come along or bring your posse, play brave and the bold
    I'll be rocking, cold shocking, 'till I'm 80 years old
    Proud and I'm black, giving squeezers no slack
    I'm even deadlier then PCP caine and crack
    I'm the mercenary, killing punks at will
    I hate it when the brothers are acting ill
    It's time to get busy, and fight ya'll
    Word, I'm homicidal