Killing y— the beat

🔥 Verse 1

Yeah, heart racin’, mind pacin’, feel that shadow in me,

Got the whole room thumpin’ like it’s beggin’ for heat.

People lookin’ at me funny like I’m stalkin’ the street,

But the only thing dyin’ tonight is this industry beat.

Yeah, I step into the booth like a crime scene chalk,

Every bar is a bullet when I load up and talk.

Got intentions on my mind, but they never run deep—

I ain’t takin’ out a soul, just put a rhythm to sleep.

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🎤 Hook — The Twist

Thought I came to do somethin’ deadly,

Hands steady, look heavy—

But I ain’t hurtin’ nobody,

I just murder the beat.

Everybody think I’m violent,

But I keep it all silent—

Ain’t no crime in my streets,

I only murder the beat.

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🔥 Verse 2

I’m a killer with the cadence, a menace with melodies,

Got ‘em panickin’, sweatin’, shoutin’, “Call the authorities!”

But the only red spillin’ is the ink from my pen,

And the body in the room is this track, count to ten.

No weapon on me—just rhythm and skill,

And the bass so loud it could give you a chill.

If you open up the file, see the cause of defeat:

Official report says: “Death by flow, RIP the beat.”

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🎤 Hook — Final Hit

Thought I came to do somethin’ deadly,

Hands steady, look heavy—

But I ain’t hurtin’ nobody,

I just murder the beat.

Everybody think I’m violent,

But I keep it all silent—

Ain’t no crime in my streets,

I only murder the beat.

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🔥 Outro

No sirens, no cuffs,

Just volume turned up.

If you hear me go beast—

Don’t run…

I just murder the beat.