Murder in the Booth by Knox Hill Lyrics
Red white and blue
I’m reppin it
Don’t ‘cross my flag’
Confederates
Feds at my door
Well let ‘em in
I shoot at WILL
Hit your next of kin
Born in MD
A ‘Fresh Prince’ like Bel-Air
No ‘soft way up’
Like we climbin’ velvet stairs
Always dreamed about the heights
And the lights of a career
Performin for the crowd
Livin life for the cheers
Had a gift with them words
So I opened up the rap
Went and took it to the stage
And started honing out my craft
‘Put on’ for different parts
From the ‘North’ to the ‘South’
Took a spark ‘made it lit’
Like we ‘goin through through a drought’
I know I’m a different person
Critics give a different version
I don’t give aN ‘F’ - no virgins
I ‘open my heart’
No surgeon
I got passion and I spill these words
I’m ‘ill with spits’
Make you spill the cure
See the problem is that I see a system
Where the politicians always seek division
Talkin bout this Union
But they seed derision
So it’ll take ‘I’ (eye)
To make ‘em ‘see the vision’
I see you Mr. President
You got too much ego
We losing lives
Still losing people
And your decisions are the root of evil
You change positions
‘Turn’ like a keyhole
I’m watching you
Right through this peephole
Shh
Think you got a plan
Well I got one too
I pen this change
And I got a crew
As I’m pennin names in this darkened room
Then I take the stage
With this front page
Like I’m in the news
I ‘raise this piece’
Like I’m ‘fitting clues’
Dressed in all black
Like a funeral
See I ‘Will K’s’ when I’m in the ‘Booth’
Shoot through your thoughts
Like a gun to the back of your head
Like oo
Like boom
Brain splatter Mind shatters
When I step into the room
Stay a-‘head ‘
No nooses
Sleepin on me
But I’m a nuisance
If you turn your back
I got brutus
Never ‘cross me’
Like I’m judas
Put it to ya head
Now watch me pull this!
Red white and blue
I’m reppin it
Don’t cross my flag
Confederates
Feds at my door
Well let ‘em in
I shoot at WILL
Hit your next of kin
Wheels spinnin in the getaway car
Can’t that believe I did it
What a minute for the critics
What a minute to be livin
When they mention now who did it
Will I go down as a villain
Or a hero to the Senate?
No more this ignoring us
My ‘veto’ it was glorious
I made it rain on my tour bus
Like Jay Z said: “Dead Presidents”
Maryland My Maryland
Im in the news like Marilyn
I played my shows
For ‘narrow heads’
Now i’m ‘over-dose’ (those)
Like heroin
What’s the narrative?
I’m a hero right
But why do I hear those police lights?
Now I’m runnin..runnin for my life
I’m hidin-out-late-at-night
These dogs are searching..
If-they’re-right
Then this could be the end of mine
I’m pennin ‘nines’
Writin ‘names’ into these ‘lines’
I’ma ‘Bad Boy’
With ‘Bars’ I ‘Shyne’ (shine)
So Puff this ‘hit’
And hide the ‘cig'
‘Notorious’
I’m goin ‘Big’
‘Bfore I catch a case think I’ll catch a bullet
I ain’t givin up
I won’t let them push me
If I see a fed
Think I’ll have to pull it
Now it’s getting hot
The devils on the roof and
I’ll let him ‘lie’
If that’s where the ‘truth is’
On my tombstone
Wrote ‘they knew I’d do it’
A ‘Penny for your thoughts’
..Abraham
If these are my last words
Just know that I did what I did
For my ‘country’
This is my declaration of independence
For anyone in the same STATE as me
Let these words live on in truth
Yours sincerely
John Wilkes
Booth
I’m reppin it
Don’t ‘cross my flag’
Confederates
Feds at my door
Well let ‘em in
I shoot at WILL
Hit your next of kin
Born in MD
A ‘Fresh Prince’ like Bel-Air
No ‘soft way up’
Like we climbin’ velvet stairs
Always dreamed about the heights
And the lights of a career
Performin for the crowd
Livin life for the cheers
Had a gift with them words
So I opened up the rap
Went and took it to the stage
And started honing out my craft
‘Put on’ for different parts
From the ‘North’ to the ‘South’
Took a spark ‘made it lit’
Like we ‘goin through through a drought’
I know I’m a different person
Critics give a different version
I don’t give aN ‘F’ - no virgins
I ‘open my heart’
No surgeon
I got passion and I spill these words
I’m ‘ill with spits’
Make you spill the cure
See the problem is that I see a system
Where the politicians always seek division
Talkin bout this Union
But they seed derision
So it’ll take ‘I’ (eye)
To make ‘em ‘see the vision’
I see you Mr. President
You got too much ego
We losing lives
Still losing people
And your decisions are the root of evil
You change positions
‘Turn’ like a keyhole
I’m watching you
Right through this peephole
Shh
Think you got a plan
Well I got one too
I pen this change
And I got a crew
As I’m pennin names in this darkened room
Then I take the stage
With this front page
Like I’m in the news
I ‘raise this piece’
Like I’m ‘fitting clues’
Dressed in all black
Like a funeral
See I ‘Will K’s’ when I’m in the ‘Booth’
Shoot through your thoughts
Like a gun to the back of your head
Like oo
Like boom
Brain splatter Mind shatters
When I step into the room
Stay a-‘head ‘
No nooses
Sleepin on me
But I’m a nuisance
If you turn your back
I got brutus
Never ‘cross me’
Like I’m judas
Put it to ya head
Now watch me pull this!
Red white and blue
I’m reppin it
Don’t cross my flag
Confederates
Feds at my door
Well let ‘em in
I shoot at WILL
Hit your next of kin
Wheels spinnin in the getaway car
Can’t that believe I did it
What a minute for the critics
What a minute to be livin
When they mention now who did it
Will I go down as a villain
Or a hero to the Senate?
No more this ignoring us
My ‘veto’ it was glorious
I made it rain on my tour bus
Like Jay Z said: “Dead Presidents”
Maryland My Maryland
Im in the news like Marilyn
I played my shows
For ‘narrow heads’
Now i’m ‘over-dose’ (those)
Like heroin
What’s the narrative?
I’m a hero right
But why do I hear those police lights?
Now I’m runnin..runnin for my life
I’m hidin-out-late-at-night
These dogs are searching..
If-they’re-right
Then this could be the end of mine
I’m pennin ‘nines’
Writin ‘names’ into these ‘lines’
I’ma ‘Bad Boy’
With ‘Bars’ I ‘Shyne’ (shine)
So Puff this ‘hit’
And hide the ‘cig'
‘Notorious’
I’m goin ‘Big’
‘Bfore I catch a case think I’ll catch a bullet
I ain’t givin up
I won’t let them push me
If I see a fed
Think I’ll have to pull it
Now it’s getting hot
The devils on the roof and
I’ll let him ‘lie’
If that’s where the ‘truth is’
On my tombstone
Wrote ‘they knew I’d do it’
A ‘Penny for your thoughts’
..Abraham
If these are my last words
Just know that I did what I did
For my ‘country’
This is my declaration of independence
For anyone in the same STATE as me
Let these words live on in truth
Yours sincerely
John Wilkes
Booth