Murder One - The Round Table lyrics

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Murder One - The Round Table lyrics

[Verse 2: K-Rino] Yo I'm usually polite But on my tape boy I'll cuss your a** out like Dolemite Hold the mic with a tight grip, start representing SPC president hitting freaky like Bill Clinton K-Rino, my Black Book spoke once It said, "How the f** you come up with sh** and you don't smoke blunts" Lyricist breaker, life taker, punish a faker So make another mistake I'ma run 70 blocks Then co*k my mic up, Nothing to wipe up Been ripping since my crib stage Words pop lungs cracking your rib cage You beat me face to face? You got a better chance of hitting a Grand Slam with nobody on base