The Killmatic Lyrics

We rock black Timbs and cold chains

Don't bother wit' foes names

We clock a pros fame

A couple people find O strange

Yeah, in other words, people think that i jack ice

Meanwhile i'm just a cat wit' a pad that's mad nice

Yeah, and if you step to this, know that you done

If you ever feel the need to retreat, son, you should probably run

Many get up on the mic rhymin' deceit

Talkin' mad, while we really leave brother's inside the concrete

All im tryna do is flow, y'all think i trim rocks

I would abuse a show, i'm not tryna spin blocks

So quit associating me wit' a strap

I got a million in cash, but that don't mean that i flash glocks

So why you tryna' break down my hope

I gotta rope in these foes that don't know how to spit dope

If i were to sell coke i would be yoked

But i'm an emcee and i be as clean as a bar of soap

But i'm still grim and low as can be

Got flows breakin' foes cause' they know they couldn't trash me

Yeah, feel my tight rhymes, see i be

Cleanest cat, meanest rat, since the B.I.G

Yeah, and i know that i'm young jack

But i got em' sung, rapped, don't drop for a year, and they would come back

We catch a fad at a weak point, there at a street point

And put him up for a run at heat point

You know that spat faced devil's a clear one

They tryna hit me wit' a gat, scat, i don't fear one

You think i'm done while i give foes a run

Got em distraught, cus i always brought rhymes to fear, son

We come around best have a checked deck, FOD

We like Wu-Tang, when we come Protect Ya Neck, dawg

I know these rats wish that i couldn't call

I know these brats hate, and that they prayin' on my downfall

But imma' move forward and never shut

Yeah, I stay leavin' these foes stuck cause' i dont give a what

So if you choose to mess, better go check twice

Cause' if you try to step then you get your neck sliced

We flow slow, steady kill shows, we know, true

Killmatic, check it, get low, 310 Crew, yeah

Word up

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