Murder Scene

[Intro: CusaX]
Yo

[Verse 1: CusaX]
Take the game by my fingertips
Wipin' off these fingerprints
Mic is on these rhyme schemes
Write in chalk like crime scenes
If I'm about to blow up Nagasaki
You better be certain to knowin' my hobby
A bomb in the sky is blazin', almost atomic annihilation
If it's a murder, I'm flockin' to pleadin' the fifth
Know what I did and I murdered this shit
Throw me in prison so I can release
Slick with my bribe to the hip-hop police
Do it again, yeah, do it again
Second album is already sent
Lookin' me up while I'm on the ascent
Labеl on lockdown, kill 'em again
Look at me like "Cusa, go and just fuck 'еm up"
I'm lookin back like, I know that the fuck is up
I don't know what the fuck is up with all of this
I'ma just chalk up to I am a baller, bitch
You incompetent, you gonna flop for this
I'm gonna pull up to the game like you lost the shit
Spin a record on my name for the fuck of it
'Bout to stick a razor blade in your socket, bitch
Gonna Stuka dive, and if you survive
Gonna make another pass and euthanize
Everybody gets to say a few goodbyes
This my hip-hop homicide
I confess to no more, no less
Total carnage, go for the neck
'Til my plan goes full effect
Pay the fine, bounce the check

[Chorus: Cusa, Embis & M.C.D.]
What it's about to be?
Nothin' but another murder scene
Nothin' but another day to die for the game
Another day to lie on my grave, like
What it's about to be?
Nothin' but another murder scene
Nothin' but another day to die for the game (Yuh)
Another day to lie on my grave, like

[Verse 2: M.C.D.]
First album dropped, on the way to make a second
Call the fuckin' doc 'cause your gonna need a check-in
I reckon you should look through the wreckage
Intervention in the plan cause I'm messin' with your head and I'm blessin'
Myself, got a tight grip on the mic
Third feature out, ride the beats like a trike
Thought you were the guy but you a bitch like a ****
Knock you in the head but I didn't throw a strike (Yuh)
There's times where I'm inside my mind and confined
But can't find me a light to decide what is right
Intertwinin' my rhymes and design what I strive to make mine
And same time I climb up a vine
To find my golden egg, if we gonna scrap leave a swollen neck
March 5th, say "Fuck it," break both my legs
Be up on stage 'til I lose my breath
But I'm killin' tracks with every minute passed
Like when the dentist asks, "You want a fill in?" Nah
'Cause I did all that, I'm just chillin' back
Keep spittin' raps, use my pen and pad
Never see a second where I'm sittin' in the dirt
There's a big blood stain that covers my shirt
Closet full of bones, it builds up as I exert
Scale a ton of new peaks, I can show you, take a look
Never take a step back, pushin' forward dead that
What I said, I meant that, but maybe you should
Go back and rewrite 'fore you come at me like
You big, you pea-sized, lil' bitch
Fuckin' with me like fuckin' with the lotto
You ain't gonna win, go and down another bottle
Keep it all in, goin' hard, full throttle
You ain't gonna solve it, but this is

[Chorus: Cusa]
What it's about to be
Nothin' but another murder scene
Nothin' but another day to die for the game
Another day to lie on my grave, like
What it's about to be?
Nothin' but another murder scene
Nothin' but another day to die for the game
Another day to lie on my grave, like