Celph Titled and Stu Bangas - 1st Degree Murder

(Verse 1: Vinnie Paz)
Fish scale rap, cooked cocaine quiche
Me and Marc rhyme over propane beats
Tryin' to walk two dogs with the same leash
We tryin' to talk to the God with the same speech
That's the speech that you talk to the devil to
Y'all rhyme about one gun, I got several
Matter fact you a target and I splatter you
Bulletproof vest, Prada, Sacks Fifth Avenue
Bring my older brother cause he an assassin too
Or else twenty-plus goons 'gwan blast at you
Y'all ain't never seen the gutter, y'all just passin' through
It ain't a tour when you only making gas and food
My C.O. bag body in the dump truck
Any success you may have had is dumb luck
Chop beef like a lunch truck, this dumb fuck
Got his lungs lumped up, so who 'wan what?

(Hook: Celph Titled)
Serve the fuckin' indictment, cause it's murder in the first degree
Kill 'em all that's what the final word'll be
Pay the fee or it's murder in the first degree
Money on yo head, murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree, murder in the first degree

(Verse 2: Roc Marciano)
Body bags, du-rags, new Jags
Drags of that grass, ya body is splashed like bass
Pop tags Madison Ave bags, it's high class
I got this in a real tight smash
You hold your hammer like it's amateur night
My main bitch Janis is Spanish and white
Manage to pipe and vanish into the night
Just like a wolf might, forty-five hit the bulls eye
Niggas thought you might survive like 2Pac
Deuce-deuce cocked, keep two knots in tube socks
Move blue tops and rock a new fox
Use a new B.O.R. Lock to do squats
Land owner, grand folder, gold Land Rover
Grown man dinner, lamb shoulder
Dice shaker, late night capers, life takers
Serve up base with grace like ice skaters

(Hook: Celph Titled)
Serve the fuckin' indictment, cause it's murder in the first degree
Kill 'em all that's what the final word'll be
Pay the fee or it's murder in the first degree
Money on yo head, murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree, murder in the first degree

(Verse 3: Celph Titled)
I'm polyin' with politicans and legislators
And I'm linkin' (Lincoln) with Aviators and Navigators
You wanna snort a line, I get it 'cross the borderline
My mechanism for goin' broke got a 'out of order' sign
I'm 'bout four bars in and it sound like Satan barged in
Duck Hunt decal on my cartridge
Raise my pistols up, high-cal diet
Grease my hands with thirty-six O's, I shall fry it
I know people you don't know, go places you don't go
I oppose to posin' for photos
Showin' your teeth, but you look soft
This the NFL and y'all playin' Frisbee football
Get a kidney took off, mandatory organ donor
I can't get jerked by labels, I'm my own recordings owner
Turn backyards to casino towns, get it like I'm Nino Brown
Go hard, you hear the sonar, see the torpedo rounds

Written by:
Vinnie Paz, Stu Bangas, Roc Marciano, Celph Titled

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