Murders

When I sit down and write and recite for the mic I hold Make sure my beats are loud and bold and Cold 187, that is my name, makin' it simple and plain Here to rearrange and change The things that I couldn't do in the past Don't be surprised when you got a shotgun up your ass Perpetrators, that one was just for you I'm gonna leave ya in your seat remaining without a clue Glued to my style like a fiend on coke But if you say the wrong thing, I wash your mouth out with soap Dope is not the answer No, I'm not a Cancer No, I'm not a hero or zero But a Leo in stereo And this is not a demo K-Oss and Go Mack be cuttin' the flex tempo fast Now I got a murder rap Cause a brother like me said well I feel action speaks louder than words and verbs And adjectives, I live the life, the given gift Not who's first, second or third Not he said or she said or what you heard, nerd Cause when you live like that, your life is mangled In other words your life is all tangled up I'm not a sucker, always go for mine Powerlord that's hard from the start, and he will always (climb) To the top as high as he can achieve Sometimes that's even higher than the others believe I'm not a doctor, not a poet, I don't have a degree Not arrogant, egotistical, I'm the epitome We take recon, these suckas are lying Transform into another world as I recite these rhymes 187, he's as hard as it comes And I don't have to brag About the size of my gun, son