Dead Man’s Walk (Clean)

[MC Kriminul]

A motivator, none greater than the prophecies that I be speaking
So many flows that out my pores you know my raps be leaking, defeating foes adversaries stay leery
Commentaries that I drop will probably put you in a cemetery
So what's it worth when you rappers on a scale of no volume
Lacking depth simply water and a pill shallow
My lyrics is bound to fly ya bone marrow
Like a double barrel im on ya heels in camouflage apparel
Fuss and crawl if you mustn't get your feelings hurt, revealing dirt
Like a dealer criminal who be stealing shirts outta Bloomindales
They ain't shit don't sell my reason
And my pockets is bare like deers in the woods in hunting season
Regardless
Still hopes of being prosperous
Catch em shots from us
So dope that its a crime to call the cops on us
Im prone to bust you like acne if you attack me
So watch your back be niggas is strapped see we ain't happy
About shit in this music biz the fuse of kids
That claim to be the bomb
That's who the target is baby

[Chorus] How do it feel to be a dead man walking

Now the time has come for you to face the revelation
Demonstration of these skills will have you running to the hills of hibernation
But what's the use I'll find that ass without an atlas
Split your wig with my lyrical then bounce like a mattress
Just for practice Kriminul is quick to stick you like a cactus
For your creams dreams hope aspirations and your wackness shit
It don't stop like waterfalls I slaughter ya'll
Till the day im stranded on death row
Hit some more rich hoe boroughs
Im over ya'll heads like ceilings your dealing with the lunatics
The tune you kick be so pussy smells like tuna fish
Its ludicrous to test i stress you out like pms
To be the best so ya'll can ride the dick like huffy bmx
You see the next lucky contestant adult or adolescent
Ima send you back to your fucking essence

[Chorus] How do it feel to be a dead man walking

Now caught up in this rap so cold
They couldn't capture what my vocals do
Local crews bite but when my lyrics end up choking you
Provoking you
Like ponine be due with black people raps lethal like
Danny glover and them two sequels
Blue vehicles with white stripes and flashing lights
Followed me at night, Rudy Juliani on my dick tight
Shit might cloud your vision, too much Buddha smoke
Its hard to see the opposition, kills all your dreams and hopes
You fiend for dope so ima hit you up like a crack spot
My raps hot bound to leave you open like a laptop
My backdrop thru the ghetto
We pull in strings like Geppeddo
Surviving in this concrete meadow
The super Kriminul Lex Luther spinna producer
The shit we coming with most niggas really ain't use ta
Don't got to prove to, nobody bout our fucking skills
Like the ushers more than chicken heads throwing records deals
For real

[sample]: The California Dreamers - A Day in the Life
Https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1pmnLxU4I3k (1.31)