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lirik lagu sub-zero – murdock and jack blerry

[hook: murdock]
you ain’t ever hear an mc this cold
bout to crack through the ice let the scene unfold
when the temperature drops to below zero
you won’t make it out alive let the truth be told

[verse 1: murdock]
yo
my condition is optimal
overcoming my obstacles
autobody deceptions, i’m spitting bars through your optical
i’m thor without his hammer, still worthy and unstoppable
the ruler of ever realm, i’m warned about in chronicles
your monocle’s half off, your vision isn’t possible
i got the mind stone, now gimme sp*ce i’m astronomical
your ass has gotta go, ain’t you notice you on the bottom row
riding waves i’m nautical while i’m spittin’ a lava flow
ain’t no settling down, the day of reckoning’s now
we’re dying in the hood, while they’re developing town
and y’all are menacing how? i’m really questioning thou
cause the rate in which i’m moving should leave y’all trembling blao
making records like i’m guiness, only lines i cross are finish
i’m building up every day, while y’all let foundations diminish
that’s the premise, and every day i live a rising action
life is always throwing lemons, most people can’t even catch em
[hook: murdock] x2
cause you ain’t ever hear an mc this cold
bout to crack through the ice let the scene unfold
when the temperature drops to below zero
you won’t make it out alive let the truth be told

[verse 2: jack blerry]
i got a lot on my plate, somehow its not enough
and i could feel all the —* starting to pile up
it never fails, they always fail to rile me up
i k!ll ’em with kindness, man, and sure enough
from enemies to frenemies, to get to me
they switched sides so fast must be amphetamines
they know i’m aiming for skyscr*ping. they mezzanine
be h*lla mean, go make em scream what they told me
be h*lla mean, but i don’t, my n*gga
they fiening for me to lean but i don’t my n*gga
they itching me for a scene but i don’t my n*gga,
getting to school ya and i’m the dean my n*gga
living my art’s a double edged sword
i’m holding on tight, i’m bleeding of course
i got stubborn luck, don’t stop me like morse
this sh*t’s in my code, my bros could endorse’ cuz
it’s a long drop like a waterfall
i’m a firefly, my kind is dying out
dying out
see myself flying out
really trying now
i’m really trying now
it’s a long drop like a waterfall
i’m a firefly, my kind is dying out
dying out
see myself flying out
i’m really trying now
i’m really trying now
[hook: murdock] x2
cause you ain’t ever hear an mc this cold
bout to crack through the ice let the scene unfold
when the temperature drops to below zero
you won’t make it out alive let the truth be told

[verse 3: nizz sentine]
yeah you pr*nounce my name (nizzy!)
ain’t it precious? i bring many blessings with my n*gga murdock and we all from jersey (oh really?!)
you godd*mn right, with a thunder god’s might, a small bark with a lot of bite
a blind warrior cause i’m outta sight, with platinum swords and some gold mics
cash money kinda ice, looking like wayne saying “wobbly wobbly”
drop, drop it like it’s hot, fireball’s in the spot
got tequila, maker’s mark, and fireball in the spot
one call i get you shot, took your soul, took my time, and take a shot
take a nap, i put these women to sleep like i’m jigglypuff, i give daps but don’t be givin’ a f*ck
i move loose while you n*ggas is stuck
alright i think i’m warmed up (aight n*gga stop playin’, stop playin’, stop playin’!)
uh, yo, tippin’ off four fours, make sure the door closed
puttin’ holes through you hoes, through your clothes, and through your foes too
look into my eyes, see the holes that i go through
born in 87, mc like i’m supposed to
yes yes ya’ll you don’t stop, run dmc in brain and my son’s snot on my tank top
n*ggas is fake fans if they don’t cop
i know n*ggas that be rockin blue in the streets and they ain’t cops
but i don’t trip set, ain’t a stage that i ain’t rip yet
treat me like i’m dipset, baby girl get your lips wet
for the prince of atlantis, demon of all damage
i ain’t new to kung fu, my style is praying mantis
24 karat, rap c*cky, steam the broccoli, and spark bodies
on any imitation, carbon copy, until he performs the form properly
sucker think he can beat me, must be screaming high off the cotton oxy
watch me, try to act all hugo bossy, rick rossy
get bodied outta your car seat acting all flossy
with a broad that’s thick and lips glossy, from east new york to marcy
pro black marcus garvey flow saucey
add a little bit of parsley…

- murdock and jack blerry

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