"Order 66 (Musar)" lyrics
KXNG Crooked Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Independent, I'ma give you niggas nothing but that West Coast shit
I'm throwin' the West up like a Machiavelli in a Death row pit
I'm bulletproof, vest up, so your bullets ain't makin' my dress code drip
I'm puttin' my foot in the enemy's ass and shit out a retro six
I'm fuckin' my neck up, 20 gold chains, neck so lit
Feelin' good like I'm on some XO, feelin' XO lit
That's why I had to give the death blow to my ex-ho
Her respect low, so I said, yo, there the dough go
Don't step slow, hell no, yes, bro, let's go in
Talkin' real shit
Rappers out there droppin' record after record, homie, I don't even feel shit
Nothing fuckin' with the real shit, not a lil' bit
The Crooked come and hit the kill switch
Haters try to block, arms up, but I still switch
Let it go, Glock go boom, bullets start singin' like Octo tune
Married to the culture of hip-hop, I'm hip, but I didn't have to hop no broom
I'm your groom, hoppin' out of my cocoon when the time is opportune
I'm feelin' gettin' green in the hood while I rock a full metal jacket like Doctor Doom
Y'all talkin', I hardly listen, I'm sparkin' wisdom, I'm part of that
Art division, Cardiac heart conditions, smarter rap artists that start to dissin'
This authorism, this barbarian barbarism
I'm a bar magician, I'm a barmatician, who's all in the Garveyism I'm a car collision
I smack beats, push your driver to the backseat
You David Duke in your white hood, I'm Teddy Riley on my black street
I'ma clap beat on a drum loop when the track meet, I'm a athlete
Your simple instrumentals butt crack, that's why you always get your ass beat in a rap beef
I'm an LBC where the sex get thrown, the West is known as a reckless zone
It's a death wish, walkin' with your necklace on, your chest get blown, your bets get gone
I'm a Kushite king in the flesh and bone, never left this throne, God bless this song
I'm speakin' in a universal language whenever the record's on, I'm resentin' the stone
No way the G's won't feel me, I take a heartbeat
Give it a heartbeat, give it a voice and won't give it a choice
When it's screamin' out, "Please don't kill me"
Take this life, it won't be no after
Go apocalypse, stole his confidence
Put this beat in a ghost sarcophagus and bury that bitch by Cleopatra
Got zero laughter, ain't shit funny
I evolved the whole West with a verse on Kurupt's album
I don't give a fuck, can't nobody take this from me
Perform my verse on Steppa, a lot of y'all rap like a ancient mummy
Fuck it, I'ma be a counterfeiter when it's time to y'all
I'ma just stay up and make this money (Kill 'em)
Then I put a little cheese out, where you rats hidin'? (Get 'em)
I'm MJ with the moonwalk, I'm backslidin'
Kill your whole top ten and I'm just on the track vibin'
Couple bags in the shopping cart, y'all sack ridin'
Musar, ethics in this shit, Musar
Battle with the devil at the crossroads, you'da sold your soul like a Rock 'n Roll blue star
And I just mix your weak ass like you eat grass, that's a juice bar
I don't give a fuck who you are, I'm too hard, order 66, Musar Musar, Musar, Musar, Musar
Yeah
Independent, I'ma give you niggas nothing but that West Coast shit
I'm throwin' the West up like a Machiavelli in a Death row pit
I'm bulletproof, vest up, so your bullets ain't makin' my dress code drip
I'm puttin' my foot in the enemy's ass and shit out a retro six
I'm fuckin' my neck up, 20 gold chains, neck so lit
Feelin' good like I'm on some XO, feelin' XO lit
That's why I had to give the death blow to my ex-ho
Her respect low, so I said, yo, there the dough go
Don't step slow, hell no, yes, bro, let's go in
Talkin' real shit
Rappers out there droppin' record after record, homie, I don't even feel shit
Nothing fuckin' with the real shit, not a lil' bit
The Crooked come and hit the kill switch
Haters try to block, arms up, but I still switch
Let it go, Glock go boom, bullets start singin' like Octo tune
Married to the culture of hip-hop, I'm hip, but I didn't have to hop no broom
I'm your groom, hoppin' out of my cocoon when the time is opportune
I'm feelin' gettin' green in the hood while I rock a full metal jacket like Doctor Doom
Y'all talkin', I hardly listen, I'm sparkin' wisdom, I'm part of that
Art division, Cardiac heart conditions, smarter rap artists that start to dissin'
This authorism, this barbarian barbarism
I'm a bar magician, I'm a barmatician, who's all in the Garveyism I'm a car collision
I smack beats, push your driver to the backseat
You David Duke in your white hood, I'm Teddy Riley on my black street
I'ma clap beat on a drum loop when the track meet, I'm a athlete
Your simple instrumentals butt crack, that's why you always get your ass beat in a rap beef
I'm an LBC where the sex get thrown, the West is known as a reckless zone
It's a death wish, walkin' with your necklace on, your chest get blown, your bets get gone
I'm a Kushite king in the flesh and bone, never left this throne, God bless this song
I'm speakin' in a universal language whenever the record's on, I'm resentin' the stone
No way the G's won't feel me, I take a heartbeat
Give it a heartbeat, give it a voice and won't give it a choice
When it's screamin' out, "Please don't kill me"
Take this life, it won't be no after
Go apocalypse, stole his confidence
Put this beat in a ghost sarcophagus and bury that bitch by Cleopatra
Got zero laughter, ain't shit funny
I evolved the whole West with a verse on Kurupt's album
I don't give a fuck, can't nobody take this from me
Perform my verse on Steppa, a lot of y'all rap like a ancient mummy
Fuck it, I'ma be a counterfeiter when it's time to y'all
I'ma just stay up and make this money (Kill 'em)
Then I put a little cheese out, where you rats hidin'? (Get 'em)
I'm MJ with the moonwalk, I'm backslidin'
Kill your whole top ten and I'm just on the track vibin'
Couple bags in the shopping cart, y'all sack ridin'
Musar, ethics in this shit, Musar
Battle with the devil at the crossroads, you'da sold your soul like a Rock 'n Roll blue star
And I just mix your weak ass like you eat grass, that's a juice bar
I don't give a fuck who you are, I'm too hard, order 66, Musar Musar, Musar, Musar, Musar
