Murda Yall - Necro, CaustiC, D.M.C.

I was standin' on the corner at the end of my block

When I realized I was the king of the rock

Its me DMC, I be superior, call all you other MC’s non-ferior

I be the baller and the player on your favorite team

See my cup runnin' over, overflown with cream

I was born to be the king of this hip-hop thing

With my big black glasses and, my fat gold chain

In New York, In L.A. in the A.T.L

When I talk this way they’re saying im raising Hell

See, before I came to try to shit on the game

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and everything had changed, and you can never

Let me make this clear, this is something for all MC’s to hear

You could never ever do what me and my crew did

You punk ass rappers can’t even think that big

Dont even think about all the money I get

But you need to think about how had how i hit, how hard it gets, how hard I spit

Dont mess with DMC cuz' Im the ultimate

We gonna murder yall…

(Mothefucker try we gon')

Serve you raw…

(Cannot stop my shots and we gon')

Burn it all…

Put your back to the wall, PUT YOUR BACK TO THE WALL

(Click-CLACK)

COME ON!

My clique be packin' heaters

Were killing it baby like crack attack to fetus

Stompin' your fuckin face, rockin a pair of black Adidas

Black cadillac, black jacket, back smack you, clap you with the black ratchet

Black out, blow your back out, paraplegic paratrooper, paranoid like scarface

My parasite paragraphs show paranormal darkness

Swing on you like Peter Parker with parkinsons

Gat under my Parka brother to spark a mothefucker, barkin' like doberman

Spock’s neck pinch, you’ll be silent like a ninja

Or ill get violent at a trial, leave you blood red like a Ginger

Peace to DMC, For teaching me to be an MC

Now I beat you to death, verbally, when I feature on a track, like a creature

on crack attacking the beat

Immaculately, conceptually, I rep for the streets

You ever step to me you’ll be slapped so hard that you woken up and told you

slept for a week

Leave you decrepit in a creek, you crocka shit, pig like crockett

Feed you to a crocodile your shit’s pop, you suck cock and smile

Im ghetto like choco-diles, when i embark a new style, you better respect me

like Charlie Parker in Miles

I’ve conquered this rap shit, The Monarch to the Kingdom Of The Dead got that

demonic dope shit like colonic

Hydroponic, Psycho Phaunix, Necro-Bonics, Chronic illness, Lyrical bong hit,

murderous, it’s psychedelic sonic

We gonna murder yall…

(Mothefucker try we gon')

Serve you raw…

(Cannot stop my shots and we gon')

Burn it all…

Put your back to the wall, PUT YOUR BACK TO THE WALL

(Click-CLACK)

COME ON!

Itch, with the Papa 9, pop a 9 into your spine, then Jet Li.

like John Hinkley

Snitches, like droppin dime, drop a dimes to get less time

Its sickly

Suck a dick G