The Rukkus - Murder The Critics lyrics

Set to explode
Yeah
Set to explode [2x]

Fore-fo-fo-fo-, foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in code
So if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold

Like an escape tunnel in prison, I started from scratch
And now these parasites want a percent of my ASCAP
Control perspective like a acid flashback
But here's a quotable for every single record exec

Y'all ain't getting nothing for free
And if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
You could call it reparations or restitution
Lo-Lo-Lock and load - Industrial Revolution

Stuck in the underground

Lock [5x]
Lock and load

Set to explode

Revolutionary Volume 2 - murder the critics
And leave your fucking body rotting for the roaches and crickets
Yeah

Stuck in the underground [3x]
Like thug's passion
Fuck-fuck, motherfuckers, stop-stop blasting

Murder the critics

You're all getting shot
Little fucking treacherous bitches

Motherfuckers

Reach for your glasses, I'll bring heat to you bastards

Stuck in the underground [3x]
Get me to stop blasting
Stuck in the underground [3x]
Dirty like herpes but harder to catch

Like an escape tunnel in prison, I started from scratch
And now these parasites want a percent of my ASCAP
Control perspective like a acid flashback
But here's a quotable for every single record exec

Y'all ain't getting nothing for free
And if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
You could call it reparations or restitution
Lock and load - Industrial Revolution

Motherfuckers

Murder the critics

Reach-reach-reach for your glasses, I'll bring heat to you bastards

You're all getting shot
Little fucking treacherous bitches

So if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold
Murder the critics

Mo-Mo-Motherfuckers
Reach for your glasses, I'll bring heat to you bastards
Stuck in the underground [3x]
Mu-mu-mu-mu-, murder the critics