Beautiful Murder lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm, let's see - couple cyphers, couple features knocked down
Nah, I ain't got no chill

[Verse 1]
It's a beautiful murder, go and let the murder start
Lights out in the booth, you know that I prefer the dark
Oh, you a soldier? Then you about to earn the purple heart
Hit you with a couple of slugs, call it a work of art
Beautiful murder - I'm killin' you trap rappers and you backpackers
It's a funeral, you know what I do to whack rappers
And you house n*ggas, comin' around me tryin' to act black
Well, be who you are, a black cracker
It's ironic that some of my n*ggas is white, we n*ggas for life
n*gga we icons, bigger than life, n*gga we pipe bombs
Blowin' up whoever pick up the mic
Lettin' that hot fire kiss 'em goodnight, n*gga I'm Dylan
Beautiful murder - I'm usin' the words to abuse 'em and serve 'em
It's a fusion, a musical merger
Bruise 'em and hurt 'em, confuse 'em, think I'm usin' a burner
The music is shootin' your sternum, that's confusin' 'em further
Accuse me of murder, I'm guilty as charged because I play hard
Walk in your label and hit your A&R with the AR
Fifteen split spleens, that's for p*ssin' on lyricism, that's for p*ssin' on big dreams
Why am I so angry with it?
You don't know sh*t about rap, you n*ggas can't be critics
9 millimeter paintbrush your brains then get it
Blow a portrait on the wall, look like Banksy did it
Beautiful murder - chop a rapper's wig in the booth
You pull up missin' your roof, but I ain't mention the coupe
I mean your head blown off, body missin' it's roof
I'm the illest n*gga, this is the proof
sh*t on your group like a pitcher with diarrhea
They twitchin' when I appear, in fear that I'm itchin' to fire
If he say he didn't get his style from me, he's a son of a b*tch and a liar
Cause he know this n*gga's the pioneer
Beautiful murder - this sh*t is so melodic
The kinda sh*t that you listen to while you hittin' on some chronic
Ya talkin' Detox, I'm still mad about me not gettin' on the Chronic
I guess n*ggas they didn't know that I'm it, the best on the coast for years
Even though y'all n*ggas closed your ears, I'm still here perseverin'
The industry made ghost to most my peers, while I fly over the coast in Leers
Toast and cheers, but f*ck celebrations, I sell abrasions, contusions
Transfusions needed, you're bloods oozin', you're losin' your vital signs
Homicidal rhymes got my rivals dyin' by the time I spit my final line
It'll be beautiful, beautiful
Like an Italian silk tie, but not from Barneys, they ain't suitable
For the Circle of Bosses, no squares in my office, not even a cubicle
I'm back killin' sh*t as usual, hope I ain't losin' you
[Outro]
No chill, from now on call me No Chill
SSUTT 2 times - COB, what up my COB
Slaughterhouse n*gga
COB, n*ggas act like they don't know
What y'all n*ggas don't know?
Aight, I'mma just keep hittin' you motherf*ckers until you find out
Ain't f*cking with me, No Chill my n*gga