Murder (Act II)

[Verse 1: BIG K.R.I.T.] What if I told you that the battle was on? Would that rattle ya bones? or would you be down to kill in the name of the throne Drop bombs on innocent people or innocent homes With automatic weapons or military drones While me and my friends play croquet And make bets on which country liable to fold next Under the pressure of my fingertips Any day or any time They just cattle We don’t need they kind any how Talking population control Gotta make room for the young, so it’s out with the old I got tanks that need usin’, I’m lettin’ em go For the low and some c-4 charges that’s ready to blow I got the ticket on sativa ‘cause my patnah the supplier And all my homeys down to invest in my empire Sink the economy with no natural evidence They complain, but that’s a part of being president If I could get away with murder I’d take my gun and I’d commit it X 2 [Verse 2: NATTI] I could use worship as a warship, bible and sword Turn men and women to minions over Heaven’s rewards Promise Islamic bombers Heavens harem of whores For taking out a couple of floors The holiest wars bring profits/prophets and I don’t mean Moses Unless he’s on the screen when the NASDAQ opens Horatio Caine won’t be able to blame me For the third party bodies that his followers slain Ashes and burnt remains all left in the name Of Whoever you praise, I just made it a game Called winners and sinners, but they one and the same You can play along with us at home We livin’ in Rome, destined to fall Didn’t you hear? I ain’t worried about the views of the public and peers Shit, Hitler was once Time mags' Man of the Year I’ma get it with hope while I’m peddlin’ fear I’m a wolf in a wool cap with robes to match Leadin’ the flock right down the hatch I’m the fox in the hen house, the Devil You Know In a black Cadillac, wrist glistenin gold On my way to eat steaks with TD Jakes So if you wanna dine with Christ you gon’ need these tapes And if you still don’t know how cold I am? Please turn to page three in ya church program