Mystery Murder

I like that doe-low vibe/ still no tears in my eyes/ Still trying to survive/ Just gotta make it/ harder than Trey Songs psalms/ Whata deal gods, gents, soldiers/

Now you know bout me/ My styles not plagiarize/ Bring hip - hop to the four front/ Cause I might sneak in four gunz/ through four slutz/ This is a hip hop rapper's ambition stick up/

Rival ain't none/ Cause I wet mics in front of Mc's/ I'll take the crown doe- low/ Solo, all by my lonely/ And stay far away from phonies/ Throughout the years of flowing/Glowing too wreck the charts/

It's sad how in the 1990's, the conspiracy of Pac and Biggie. O but conspiracy/ Man this homicide is planned perfectly/Something like a Money, Sex, and you already know issue/. More like you niggas wasn't with you/ Maybe a double or triple homicide/Just to teach a lyrical murder, what being murdered means/

Or maybe no bodies been found in the next 2 to 14 years. Plotted murder, nothing but fossils and bones, family in tears. Or let the DA tell it, the mystery screen was drug related/Let your posse, click, and hoovers, think it was a tragedy. Like me tell me,it come from me the mystery murder, the lyrical assassination,rap devastator...