TRICITO - My Kills Nice, Pt. II (feat. MarQ-Sky) Lyrics

Had to reload the pen, one of you niggas tempt me
And I might have to squeeze this motherf*cker til it's empty
It's up to you, IAMRAP will kill a nigga quickly
I told you I'm insane and my trigger finger ichy
Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
Black suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
I no longer practice make it happen with no hesitation, I just hit em up
And I ain't Makaveli but this mac against ya belly really have you spittin' up
I don't keep track of all the rhymes written or the time spent I'm hittin twenty plus
Skills make a nigga switch his lyrics up, after hearing yours niggas really suck
I'm Kuwabara and my pen, resembles the Jigen To now the jig is up
LF too influential to the city a dimension slip couldn't split us up!
I should have been put the city on, my momentum get long Satan hem me up
You'd think I'm talkin bout the Beatles or Egyptian cotton when I say this linen tough
Get ya linen up, the cloth I'm cut from, they stop makin'
I own this song outfit, y'all niggas cosplayin'
I'll stop spraying when that white flag in the sky wavin--
I'm high, wavin goodbye to the haters and non-blazers!
Fire blazin the fam--showed me how to reload the glock and squeeze
Let me take you to class with this pistol, that's trigonometry
Killer instinct on these beats I've grown cold to it
After Indica Joints back to composing soul music
Gone!
Had to reload the pen, one of you niggas tempt me
And I might have to squeeze this muthaf*cka til it's empty
It's up to you, IAMRAP kill a nigga quickly
I told you I'm insane and my trigger finger ichy
Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
My reign came from where the angels play, you know what's crazy?
These niggas working hard and still can't beat me on my lazy days
My anger stays from me not being able to display to Big Mama and Grandma Turner my fame before they got they halos and they angel wings
It's fun being landlord of the game when you change keys
It's more fun, knowing you the most lowly out these niggas but inside you reclaim you a beast!
The hunger and thirst, I'm still aiming to feast, who bringing the quiche
Best rappers alive? Me, Lupe and Keese, we playin' for keeps
We on the thirty-third strategy of war you beg for peace
We on field, lets stomp these niggas out, blood staining up the cleats!
King of jungle, I'm Simba on Pride Rock, you just swinging from the trees
I drew his face before he died, you squint, it's like I painted on his screams
As I'm up against Michaelangelo, if I give him a mic watch his canvas glow
Me and SkY like Biggie and Pac, if they made a compilation
This an example of what can happen when you mix fundamentals with concentration I've grown to it
After I finish killing y'all with Butcher Shop back to composing this soul music
We gone
Had to reload the pen, one of you niggas tempt me
And I might have to squeeze this muthaf*cka til it's empty
It's up to you, IAMRAP kill a nigga quickly
I told you I'm insane and my trigger finger ichy
Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice
Black Suit when I murder nigga my kill's nice