4th Disciple - Murder Venue lyrics

[Chorus x2: Islord] Aiyo, everything is real like blue steel Being pulled out at sold out concert n***as and b**hes going berserk [Verse 1: Beretta 9] Aiyo, we could see thought, express thought Red dot on the plot, marksman operating one shot On some fifteen global thirteen magazine Scope rifle with the infra-red beam, check out my lean Mark the sky rise, who one a prize, between your eyes Keep it camouflaged, always disguised We invisible, ninja through, coming through kid, we indispensable Stand tall, justice for all, we off the wall On some, born build, keep your eyes peeled Guns concealed, sh** is real kid, wine or get k**ed, word up [Verse 2: Dom Pachino] Mental repetitions, terrorist expeditions, conditions Teach truth on this mission, break you down with competitions Paragraphs of friction, terrorize your jurisdiction Ain't no intermission, seen it all through premonition Build with my earth, the knowledge mean god In my solar position, sun of man, understand Observe and listen, mind of a mathematician Disappear like a magician, deal with persistence Carry out the Wu tradition, sharpen my sword Chopping off heads, so play your distance [Chorus x2: Islord] [Verse 3: 9th Prince] Yo, I'm from the hot lavas of the planet Earth Thoughts of star burst ??? the universe I slap the sh** out the nurse For trying to stick needles inside the head off my new birth I'm the lord, pioneer, microphone engineer, I spit verbal spears Army of Black Knights, conquerors, k**ers, gorillas, warfare My mind is in a straight-jacket, the tongue is a hatchet Eyes is night visions, my nose east meets my enemy's coalition Face track animations, Masta k**a Pa** my the god j**els so I could murder Satan 9th Prince is a silent an*lyser Hypnotize, genocide to set him on fire, then become a terrible tragic Insane off rhyme c**aine, as fierce as drug addicts My mind is clear like the state-of-the-art graphics The laser war, infra-red lords Prince Saddam has cause to destroy like jaws The high-intellect, word doctor, healing verbs, my cure is poetry herbs High blood pressure thoughts break down your nerves [Verse 4: k**a Sin] To see the gods fall, never that I hold the black metal for golden raps Where the soldiers at, dealing with math We still upon that, k**er combat Form the righteous uprising Two flies within the eyes of uncivilized men Got fake n***as posing like they heismen Push through like limemen Attack your quarterback on consignment The key to living life is refinement It's knowledge of self, without allah you never gonna survive this Merciless, onslaught this bra-fourth within you Continue to turn concerts to a murder venue It's all real, always blood spill in that direction Keep your fingers steady when you operate your weapons Small minds add to hard times of all times It's a thin line between the scene of the crime So, don't cross it [Chorus x2: Islord]