Killing Spree Song Lyrics


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A different caliber of MC
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree sound boy murder
Unlike anything out of l.a. you ever heard of
Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up
Best believe that my **** sound the best, when it's turned up
Loud, mashing down the block suburban style
Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out
Yo, you think that you ****ing pro?
On the low the other night I caught your wack-*** stage show
Oh, boy, you're just a bore
But you tell everybody that you're like busta
And you got "rhymes galore"
Ain't that something?
Got the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be fronting

Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Focused Daily
  • 3 Never Lose Touch
  • 4 Keep It on the Rise
  • 5 Lowland Anthem, Part 1
  • 6 Bionic
  • 7 Likwit Connection
  • 8 Yes Indeed
  • 9 Killing Spree
  • 10 These Dreams
  • 11 Juggle Me (For The DJ's)
  • 12 Thunder & Lightning
  • 13 405 Friday's
  • 14 Checkstand 3
  • 15 No Clue
  • 16 Gems
  • 17 People's Choice

  • credits

    publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
    writers: Alan Maman, Duane Johnson, Duane A. Johnson
    album: Track 9 in album Focused Daily
    release date: 1999-2-9
    popularity : 48 users have visited this page.
    genres: Hip Hop
    length: 4:17

    Album Information

    label: Tommy Boy
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 016998127421
    script: Latin