Murder man, singin' murder music off a murder van Beat the pussy up like I been celibate and I murder sound Who is him? One and only shotta, known as murder man Catch you doin' dirty, it's no other way but murder plans

Fallin' from a money tree and it grow throughout the months

Enforcin' my dark side like a young George Lucas

Every individual is only a version of you How can they forgive when there's no forgiveness in your heart?

So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street When gang-banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me? Hypocrite!

I love when you count me out (Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuckin' it up)

Babies from '80s don't know, know no better

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEH

I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges Body-slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin'

God knows

I remember you were misuing your influence, sometimes I did the same abusing my power full of resentment

You take two strangers and put 'em in random predicaments Give 'em a soul, so they can make their own choices and live with it Twenty years later, them same strangers, you make 'em meet again Inside recording studios where they reapin' their benefits Then you start remindin' them about that

I caught a couple of bodies myself, slid my community My last Christmas toy drive in Compton handed out eulogies Not because the rags in the park had red gradient But because the high blood pressure flooded the caterin'

I got daddy issues, that's on me

Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy

Pray that we make it to twenty-one (One, one, one, one)

You would not get the picture if I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre You would not have a soul even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q

Tell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it's fictional? Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal?

This is not for lyricists, I swear it's not the sentiments Fuck a double entendre, I want y'all to feel this shit

Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober

Mr. Morale

Ridin' in my GNX with Anita Baker in the tape deck, it's gon' be a sweet love

The type of shit'll make me flip out and just kill somethin' Drill somethin', get ill and fill ratchets with a lil' somethin'

I said them F-bombs, I ain't know any better Mistakenly, I ain't think that you'd know any different See, I was taught words was nothing more than a sound If ever they was pronounced without any intentions

Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin' Y'all sentiments ain't realer than what you defendin' It's a split decision, broads like you and real victims

I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'

Your defense mechanism is my decision Knock these walls down, that's my religion

I fuckin' tell you fuckin' failure—you ain't no leader I never liked you, forever despise you—I don't need you The world don't need you, don't let them deceive you Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, that's for dedication Thought money would change you, made you more complacent Fuckin'

I'm always on your mind

Last LP I tried to lift the black artists But it's a difference 'tween black artists and wack artists

I love you, family, and I pray for you God bless you Shalom

Ab-Soul in the corner mumblin' raps, fumblin' packs of Black & Milds Crumblin' kush 'til he cracked a smile His words legendary, wishin' I could rhyme like him Studied his style to define my pen

Tell 'em Dody did that

I bless it that you have an open heart, I bless that you forgive I bless it that you can learn from a loss, I bless it that you heal I bless one day that you attract somebody with your mind exact A patient life, flaws, bless 'em twice, and they'll bless you back

Say, Hydrate, it's time to heal Safe, you're frustrated, I can feel Huddle up, tie the flag, call the troops, holla back Huddle up, tie the flag, call the troops, holla back

I love my father for tellin' me to take off the gloves 'Cause everything he didn't want was everything I was

I can't stress how I love y'all I don't need to be in flesh just to hug y'all

I got some regrets But my past won't keep me from my best Subtle mistakes felt like life or death

Livin' in captivity raised my cap salary Celery, tellin' me green is all I need Evidently, all I seen was Spam and raw sardines

I got, I got, I got, I got

Tell 'em Dody did that

If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar? Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?

So many relatives tellin' us, sellin' us devilish works, killin' us, crime Intelligent, felonious prevalent proposition with 9's

This feelin' is unmatched This feelin' is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap

I love you, family, and I pray for you God bless you Shalom

Everybody put three fingers in the air The sky is falling, the wind is calling Stand for something or die in the morning Section 80, HiiiPower

Love's gonna get you killed But pride's gonna be the death of you and you and me

If you derive your sense of identity from being a victim. Let's say, bad things were done to you when you were a child. And you develop a sense of self that is based on the bad things that happened to you...

Let's take it back to Michigan in 1947 My father kicked me out the house 'cause I wouldn't listen to him I didn't care about his influence, only loved what I was doing Gifted as a musician, I played guitar on a grand level The most talented where I'm from, but I had to rebel

R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep