Killing Spree Lyrics - Singles - Defari

[defari] 

A different caliber of mc 

This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty 

Of first degree soundbwoy murder 

Unlike anything out of l.a. you ever heard of 

Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up 

Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up 

Loud, mashin down the block suburban style 

Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out 

Yo, you think that you fuckin pro? 

On the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show 

Oh.. boy, you're just a bore 

But you tell everybody that you're like busta 

And you got "rhymes galore" 

Mmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin? 

Got the nerve to call yourself an mc, man you be frontin 

I don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh 

Go back to school, learn some concepts and grammar 

Of yourself, get a hold 

Next time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control 

(ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be the excuse 

You was definitely doper, when no one knew you 

[chorus 2x: defari] 

I'm on a killing spree, murder soundbwoy constantly 

Constantly murder wack mc 

I'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum 

Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah wanna see me 

[defari] 

You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin 

If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter.. 

.. boom! you combust, cause you disgust me 

Wacker than them flat-ass crackers on three's company 

You walk around, mad cause no one's feelin you 

Mad at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too 

They sing along cause my song bumps 

On the mix tapes that you made, yet and still you try to playa hate 

(what? ) you're featherweight, weaker than a paper plate 

Lyrically, when compared to me, I know your style is fake 

Fraud, manufactures, cheaper than hyundai 

Now you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy 

Make up your mind guy, now you're the mr. get high guy 

If you ever step to me you'll think french because you're fuckin fried 

In the mix of my verbal assault fightin sticks 

You shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this 

[chorus] 

[defari] 

Cat was out of pocket, got socked in his jaw 

Fell to the floor, that's all she wrote 

But I wrote rhymes, that burn every time 

On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind 

But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight? 

You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you damn right 

Who's to say these brothers from l.a. 

Will take charge like debarge and shine, in a special way? 

I say okay, let's get paid 

Let's put this money on putnam and sip bombays with dis lemonade 

Use, gatorade to refuel 

Electrolytes after I ignite this mic too 

Yo what's my name? defari herut 

By the way since you been askin all these questions 

Who the hell are you? 

I seen your kind before, no lie 

A devil spy, disguised as an ambassador 

You can't fool the divine sun rule 

Word to blue magic - step right up - and see the likwit crew 

Hurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line 

After the show it's at the towers on sunset and vine 

Me and my niggaz at the bar sippin henny 

Got your bitch open all night, as if her name was denny's 

[chorus] - 2x