Killa Killa / Dead Man - Lox Chatterbox, Starfish The Astronaut

I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'

From California, potent shit, what you want familiar

I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'

Now I’m an accomplice to murda', murda

'Cause I’ve been on some shit

'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah

'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah

Y-y-y-yeah

I’ve been on some shit you ain’t fucking with

Came in it like I just woke up and I’m late for the dayshift

(Fuck that shit)

Yeah, my feet on the earth but my head in the sky with the spaceships

What you know about the killa?

What you know about the killa and the fish scale?

You can smell it through the bag

I’m about to get you high like Denzel

To tell the truth, I’m so truthfully addicted I can not define the root

Of what it is consuming me

And keeping me so dark that I can not repent

I got a feeling sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

(How I keep from going under)

I really wanna get high, 'cause I’ve been on some other shit you mothafuckas

Yeah, you can find me, up in your metropolis

With a little Jeffrey Dahmer up in my pocket

That’s popping off at the mouth like a popular politician

('Cause I’ve been on some shit the Illuminati would censor)

Without a doubt, mention my name, you better spell it out

L-O-X, shit on the vatican I’ma call him out (Ooooooh!)

The killa killa, saying I’m a killa, man

Like, «Damn, who the killa with the kilograms?»

I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'

From California, potent shit, what you want familiar

I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'

Now I’m an accomplice to murda', murda

'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah

'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah

'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah

Y-y-y-yeah

I’ve been on some shit you ain’t fucking with

Anybody wanna try to do what I’ve been doing

And I guarantee they ain’t gon' be surviving through it

'Cause I’m volatile

Like a rag on a molotov

When somebody try to put a lighter to it

Hot pop, mix it up like a chop shop

Lox been building mountains, motherfucker try to move it

I confess, I’ve been high since conception

(Been dope since I came out the vagina fluids, ugh)

And now I’m so lifted, I could be at peace

No offense, but my eyes looking Vietnamese

I got the killa, I got the killa (*What?*)

Better bring the beat back like EMTs

Don’t start, don’t interrupt

Why you staring at me like your eyelids stuck?

(*Who, me?*)

Muhfucka, pass me my shit

Let’s start this shit over

'Cause I don’t think they fucking understand

'Bout to let this shit sink in

I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'

From California, potent shit, what you want familiar

I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'

Now I’m an accomplice to murda', murda

'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah

'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah

'Cause I’ve been on some shit, on some shit, yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

I’ve been on some shit you ain’t fucking with

Where’s a motherfucking blunt 'cause I really wanna smoke now?

And where the motherfucking haters 'cause they all getting woke now?

It’s got me thinking is anybody original anymore?

'Cause I really feel like it’s getting so minimal

And where the motherfuckers that have been sleeping on me forever

'Cause I got a vendetta, I won’t forget 'em now

I got the loud, got the gas, got the fire, got the Kill Bill’s son

(*Got the Kill Bill’s son*)

I got the bomb, got the pure off the brick, make you feel real numb

(*Make you feel real numb*)

I got the motherfucking extraordinarily unbelievable shit to make you salivate

The anywhere in America doesn’t matter where

We got way two faced, could never calibrate

I’ve been riding 'round your city with that killa' killa'

From California, potent shit, what you want familiar

Part II --- Dead Man

Like fuck 'em

I’m a dead man walking

There ain’t really anything that you could do like

Fuck 'em

I’m a dead man walking

Came in it so fresh like I’m dripping wet

Gonna do my own thing, no disrespect

I ain’t running with none of y’all goons preaching big politics like a heavy

set diplomat

I’ve been out here, out here

Killing illuminati motherfuckers, I probably shouldn’t mention that

(Oops)

Anybody wanna interject?

Nah, fuck that, get G’s like I’m in a jet

Seen you out here tryna ball, I’ma intercept

Every single track that’ll chop, leave 'em handicapped

'Cause I came out the coffin, coughing

And I’m back from the dead like Imhotep

Defeat the purpose of dying if you defy death

I’m guessing you lucky unless you got nine left

Well it’s kinda what I do though

(What's that?)

Do things that haven’t been defined yet

Everyday when I wake up

I ask break up

And I haven’t got a sign yet

Quit sleeping on me

Yeah, right

Bitch, don’t even compare me to anybody

Matter of fact, you could even host a dinner party

With twenty fellow rappers and I turn 'em to twenty bodies

Probably better off that you never invited me

Now they out on the hunt tryna find me

Dogs on my scent and I can’t slow down

Ain’t no way that I can get a motherfucker off me

They just wanna see me as a blue corpse now

AIn’t nobody on top forever

On top forever

Even if you got a cult together

With cloaks and daggers

You still bleed like all the others

Remember that

Like fuck 'em

I’m a dead man walking

There ain’t really anything that you can do like

Fuck 'em

I’m a dead man walking

Like fuck 'em

There ain’t really anything that you can do

Okay, look, look

We all dead men walking

Hopping 'round here 'til our heads pop off

None of us even see when it’s coming

Kinda like a shareholder when the stocks drop off

Everybody walk around so clueless

'Til they meet their maker and they realize who it is

Call it the Devil, ghosts, or the illuminati

'Cause it’s really only different to the enthusiasts

Give a fuck about anybody’s conspiracies

The people tryna judge me by my purity

I’m obviously gonna ruffle some feathers

But my point of view’s in the words I speak

But I ain’t ever one, I ain’t ever one to be biting my tongue

(Never that)

Now I ain’t ever one, I ain’t ever one to be biting my tongue

(Naw' mean?)

Look, I got such a big hunger my stomach is growing, it sounding like thunder

I’ve already devoured all the competition that they conjured

I’m the Illuminati killer, buckle your seats for departure

(We taking off)

(I'm the Illuminati killer buckle your seats for departure)

Illuminati is watching me, I’ve been paranoid

I can’t avoid it, no medication can fill the void

My soul’s destroyed, I’ve been rotten

My haters overjoyed

They celebrate 'cause somebody dipped in embalming fluid

Like fuck 'em

I’m a dead man walking

There ain’t really anything that you can do like

Fuck 'em

I’m a dead man walking

Like fuck 'em

There ain’t really anything that you can do

Contrary to common belief, mortality is not such a horrible concept and should

be embraced, rather than feared