Murdergram (Live at Rapmania) Video (MV)

Ayy, yo, don't go near the speakers

The big showdown, the display of skill
I'm that type of guy, so put your girl on the pill
Take a family snapshot and kiss your wife
'Cause I'm like a knife, I cause grief and strife
And I'll take your life and choke you like a python
I'ma do you wrong
Any emcee, who you wanna name?
I'm one panther that can't be tamed
You talk about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way that I feel
'Cause when I bust a rhyme
It's like you're slipping on banana peels
You're like fruitcake and fruit cocktails
First your title now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden, you're so proud and Black
A baseball hat, but you ain't saying jack
The Ripper is back and you can't escape
'Cause one of my records'll sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, bring on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J Cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stomp the comp'
I'm poison, come and take a chomp
I bet you your teeth'll end up around the corner, kid
Don't ask me why I did uncivilized damage to a nobody
And I'm carryin' a gun if I'm rhymin' at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay wherever you play
D.C. or Philly or Baltimore
I murder the rich and maim the poor
Perpetratin' in your video, here's the real schoolin'
Country accents, who you think you're foolin'?
I play Russian Roulette, not Craps
You're only known 'cause of Yo! Mtv Raps
And Rap City and BET
And Channel 31, but now here I come
To save the day and now you're gettin' done
Like a hooker, don't drop the soap, crumb
The first sign of the battle, you little fink
Is you see blood coming out your kitchen sink
Your mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say they ain't, but I am the one
To slice and dice and fry and boil
To bake and serve a nerd
I heard a word occurred to him
That he could move and wouldn't get moved on
Like a shotgun blast
Big mouth emcees, I'll bet you none last
'Cause they ain't stable or able
And I boost the party like jumper cables
So plug me in and put me on
Arsenio Hall so I can battle 'em all
From coast to coast, blind, crippled or crazy
You use a dictionary but you still don't phase me
Listen and weep, you sound cheap
You preach about Blackness, but you represent wackness
You're knocking on the castle door
But when you fall in the moat, I won't see you no more
Let's get together and diss LL
Use his name and your records might sell
I can't believe your band of dead maggots
Crawling all over my name, I won't have it
You better look in the mirror and rethink your plan
Why walk in quicksand
When you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees from "Funky Drummer" to "Big Beat"
Name the date and the arena
You three year old ballerina
I can't believe that suckers try to throw down
Whether you're new or older than Motown
Just kick back, I don't slack, attack a wack and slap a rap
They can't handle the format
Whether you're suave or smooth
Rough or rugged, all I need is a groove
I display a way to slay, punk, play to pay
Mr. Morris has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are sitting in bowls
Plates of the hot buttered rolls
Beat you with baloney, stab you with salami
'Cause when I get hot, I get hot like pastrami
Then I make you wonder
Why you don't hear bass, but you feel the thunder
You get kuff, I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from the lobby to the roof
You annoy me like a roach at dinner time
Yo, Marley (what's up?) It's Miller time
Nah, man, just kick a little more
Pass the brass knuckles let me break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' you into submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever before
Never more will I slack, I'ma keep it real raw
Eat you up like a pack-jam
Video's more popular than Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tap you in the head
Then leave the battle lookin' happy as a newlywed
Give me a TEC-9 to spray
Save the beef and put it on layaway
I'm in command, your man abandoned
Slammin' jammin' fans will understand
Then you weep about the murdergram