Slade — The Official Boom Bap Murderer

[Verse] These niggas only lyrically buff when their muscles iz' warm You're trying tug of the war? Tussle with strong With tactical laws And classical heavy force - Crack through the walls Smash you with all those who disobey the rule of the law My mouth shot you And I'll shoot you before you try to pick a war My boot to your jaw Soon as you saw me running with speed You know that you need Prevention to bleed out And you see the reason to breathe Because my words suffocating with the greatest of weight Mind in a state: "erase whoever hates and bakes a cake for destruction" You'll hate when I start busting Words more with a force than a .45 caliber fly And slide right into your mind Perfected the time I packed the punch with the rhyme Attack the rest with murky words from my lines - Infect you cats, my verse is worse when aligned With cross-hairs The hot sauce Of course Remorse a rare resource Can just run across the street You're forcing me To use the chemical weapon Of nova 7 While you're looking left, right, left - Take a step walking straight to your death I was born beyond the skill of a bomb engineer Your mourning is here In fact let's grab a cat and show 'em the dog you fear Can't compare To the hound you dread The wolf of the dead Men running with Something you cats fronting with And that's my lyrical skill - Lyrically Kill I'm comparing my real skill of my illness To 'idealness' You heard of the: Official Boom Bap Murderer