Life Of A Criminal ft. Fizizy

[Hook]

 

This is the life of a criminal.

Our crimes are unforgiveable, and we're killing you slow syllable by syllable.

Which one will I use this battle? A knife or gun? I'm unpredictable.

My clothes are a dead give-away. Too irresistable.

Part 1, let's go!

 

[Verse 1] (Infamous)

 

Yo. Everyone has been waitin' patiently so i'mma start this off with some bars being spit gently.

Shootin' police shots fired aimlessly. Gettin' headshots amazingly. Violently. Outrageously.

Constantly getting chased by the FBI Agency but I never put my hands up gracefully.

Gettin' charged for murder frequently.

Police can learn something from me. Educationally.

My fate is to be a rap god inescapably.

Making the killer blow is my specialty so i'mma be committin' crimes to the police especially.

You'll never find me killing non-violently.

Spittin' bars like this chapter is "finally"

This isn't a freestyle since I had time to reherse, but i'mma pass it off to fizizy to finish the 2nd verse!

 

[Hook]

 

This is the life of a criminal.

Our crimes are unforgiveable, and we're killing you slow syllable by syllable.

Which one will I use this battle? A knife or gun? I'm unpredictable.

My clothes are a dead give-away. Too irresistable.

Part 2, let's go!

 

[Verse 2] (Fizizy)

 

Fiz and Infamous, a savage bunch.

Ready to stab you in the guts for your sack of lunch

And you better hope you didn’t forget to pack a punch

Or else we’ll smash your ass until your back’s a hunch

Serial killers man, f**k a Captain Crunch

We’re breaking bones if you haven’t quite caught on to it

We’re God’s opposites, talking provocative

Don’t forget your life raft ‘cause I’m flowing like a faucet, b**ch

Yeah dog, keep talking sh*t

You’ll get your keys and wallet pick-pocketed on your way to the office

By foster kids riding ostriches, and I’m walking off with it

Off the stage drunk with bottles of scotch with

Rags stuffed in the top, lit

Juggling molotovs in the front row while popping the toxic

(Ah, sh*t) I just tripped and dropped it

All across my hostages, with the building burning down in record time with

The exits blocked, everyone resorting to violence

I’d call this smoking at it’s finest but I think I can hear the sirens

I go for my escape and turn only to get hit in the head with a fire hydrant

By an old lady on fire with no hair, in a wheelchair who came out of nowhere

I got up, stopped, dropped her ass

Snatched her purse and wheelchair then rolled up out of there

Out of my mind, passed out in an office chair

Woke up on the moon with E.T. and hungover fearing the worst

He picked me up, laid a verse and then together we blew up the earth

 

[Outro]

 

This is the life of a criminal.

Our crimes are unforgiveable, and we're killing you slow syllable by syllable.

Which one will I use this battle? A knife or gun? I'm unpredictable.

My clothes are a dead give-away. Too irresistable.