Christopher Mercure

Lyrical Homicide

Christopher Mercure
Lyrical Homicide

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24 Aug 2020

ima let that semi spray, and lay you down into a grave. this is where your story ends, ima go and turn the paige. this is me clowning round, do not make it turn to rage. promoters get pissed when i leave bodys on the stage. Born into a broken home, life wasn't a fairytale. My city was full of outlaws, I guess that makes me Jose Whales. Music saved my life, the lyrics were my holy grail. I had to make it up the ladder , I could not afford to fail. Always been a fighter, never did I tuck my tail. Not afraid of much man, been crucified with out the nails. Lost up in the waves, sailing storms without the sails. Anybody fuck with me, call my lady for the bail. I'm trying to get some paper, you gonna give me all of that. Otherwise I'll woop that trick like DJ did to skinny black. Closet studio is where I started cutting tracks. Focused on the future, topping charts and platinum plaques. See me in the street, I'm coming threw to get the cash. You ain't got my payment, guess I gotta whoop that ass. Step to me homie, ima a be the first to blast. Watch your body crumple and tell uncle t to hit the gas. North Carolinas coming round, we rock the block from underground. You hear that gorilla sound, wilmingtons our fucken town. I learned to swim, they said I'd drown. big dog, they found me in the fucken pound. Anybody talking shit, we gonna come and shut you down. I make em uncomfortable like I'm in public with that PDA. Ima get it how I'm living, the hustles in my DNA. Anything to get the pay, plz dont get up in my way. Otherwise I'm coming for ya , and ima let the semi spray.

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thanks. that would be great

4 years ago

wanna colab

4 years ago

you got bars

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