My Kills Nice, Pt. II ft. MarQ-Sky Lyrics

Had to reload the pen, one of you niggas tempt me

And I might have to squeeze this motherfucker til it's empty

It's up to you, IAMRAP will kill a nigga quickly

I told you I'm insane and my trigger finger ichy

Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

I no longer practice make it happen with no hesitation, I just hit em up

And I ain't Makaveli but this mac against ya belly really have you spittin' up

I don't keep track of all the rhymes written or the time spent I'm hittin twenty plus

Skills make a nigga switch his lyrics up, after hearing yours niggas really suck

I'm Kuwabara and my pen, resembles the Jigen To now the jig is up

LF too influential to the city a dimension slip couldn't split us up!

I should have been put the city on, my momentum get long Satan hem me up

You'd think I'm talkin bout the Beatles or Egyptian cotton when I say this linen tough

Get ya linen up, the cloth I'm cut from, they stop makin'

I own this song outfit, y'all niggas cosplayin'

I'll stop spraying when that white flag in the sky wavin--

I'm high, wavin goodbye to the haters and non-blazers!

Fire blazin the fam--showed me how to reload the glock and squeeze

Let me take you to class with this pistol, that's trigonometry

Killer instinct on these beats I've grown cold to it

After Indica Joints back to composing soul music

Gone!

Had to reload the pen, one of you niggas tempt me

And I might have to squeeze this muthafucka til it's empty

It's up to you, IAMRAP kill a nigga quickly

I told you I'm insane and my trigger finger ichy

Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

My reign came from where the angels play, you know what's crazy?

These niggas working hard and still can't beat me on my lazy days

My anger stays from me not being able to display to Big Mama and Grandma Turner my fame before they got they halos and they angel wings

It's fun being landlord of the game when you change keys

It's more fun, knowing you the most lowly out these niggas but inside you reclaim you a beast!

The hunger and thirst, I'm still aiming to feast, who bringing the quiche

Best rappers alive? Me, Lupe and Keese, we playin' for keeps

We on the thirty-third strategy of war you beg for peace

We on field, lets stomp these niggas out, blood staining up the cleats!

King of jungle, I'm Simba on Pride Rock, you just swinging from the trees

I drew his face before he died, you squint, it's like I painted on his screams

As I'm up against Michaelangelo, if I give him a mic watch his canvas glow

Me and SkY like Biggie and Pac, if they made a compilation

This an example of what can happen when you mix fundamentals with concentration I've grown to it

After I finish killing y'all with Butcher Shop back to composing this soul music

We gone

Had to reload the pen, one of you niggas tempt me

And I might have to squeeze this muthafucka til it's empty

It's up to you, IAMRAP kill a nigga quickly

I told you I'm insane and my trigger finger ichy

Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice

Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice