Jump Off - Liquid Assassin

Yeah!

Liquid Assassin

Kamikazi

Dalima

And it’s that jump off

Y’all motherfuckas ain’t ready man (UUH HUUUH)

Midwest in the building

Minnesota, Kansas City

Saint Louis

HA

When I get up on the mic I’ma show you how to put it down

Nothing to play

When I spit it like a beast in my verse and its full of rounds

Bussing em' straight

My names in front triggers, Krayzie boy

Used to recline niggas, Layzie boy

Bring it like a motherfucking man on a mission the way I spit it like it not

tasty boy

I don’t give a damn what a hater say

I stay silver and black like the Raiders play

Beam on down like laser tag

Cock back shoot that then I fade away

Talking and beginning that I got a little name that you motherfuckers hating

and judging me

All because you niggas is wanting a little fame

Probably why you hating cause' you can’t FUCK with me

Jump off (x8)

See we gon' be the boss (x2)

Well let me toast to the fortune, the fame

Never anybody go against the grain

Even if I gotta switch lanes, you can look into my eyes

You can tell a motherfucker don’t play come around me

Bleep bleep with the shotty

And I ain’t taking no names, I’m finna leave with the bodies

Cause I be demonic cannibalism, kamikaze

Fuck a hater, better pack it up

Running up with the?

about to smack em up

I laugh at ya, got the nerve to back it up and off in Minnesota we taking the

maximum

Don’t make the mistake and jump off

Underneath the premises vacate, so fuck ya’ll

Everyone in the vicinity my enemy

If you a hater you better raise the white flag boy, I’ma crush ya’ll

Jump off (x8)

See we gon' be the boss (x2)

Dalima the master

Word ripper disaster

Murdering like a semi gat when I get 'atcha

You a beginner, so partner, you don’t want the rapture

Off a nigga, so heat 'em?

Alaska

when I rip

Anybody wanna battle Lima will die quick

So you don’t wanna challenge a lyrical mind

Cause when it comes to attacking, my niggas all lions (spitta)

When I get off into with the flow every word will start to follow off the page

Dalima and alcohol is two plus two

gotta be the new best crew

Jump off (x8)

See we gon' be the boss (x2)

Young Loc on the grind, getting money all day

And I don’t really give a fuck about what the haters say

I will run up on you busting all black with the Tec

Busting up outta the cover now heat 'em up with the flame

Schizophrenic, I’ll make you panic

Coming to murder

And my automatic weapon a mothafucka will hurt ya

If you hating on my niggas I do you dirt in your purpose

I send the clay to the coroner

Burn 'em up and desert 'em

Niggas wanna hate up on a nigga

Like to give up on a spitta like a milla

Killing all the competition

If a nigga think he really fucking with me

Then this trigga, fill 'em up with the venom

Then I’ll hit em up with this trigga

I’m a lyrical murdera

Have you ever heard of a killa the gilla like Adolf Hitler

Turning rappers into corpses, like a set of rigor mortis

Mothafucka, I’m a straight up killer

Jump off (x8)

See we gon' be the boss (x2)