[Verse 1]

It's a beautiful murder, go on 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 niggas, comin' around me tryin' to act black

Well, be who you are, a black cracker

It's ironic 'cause some of my niggas is white, we niggas for life

Nigga we icons – bigger than life, nigga, we pipe bombs

Blowin' up whoever pick up the mic

Lettin' that hot fire kiss 'em goodnight, nigga, 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 pissin' on lyricism

That's for pissin' on big dreams

Why am I so angry with it?

You don't know shit about rap, you niggas 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 nigga, this is the proof

Shit 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 bitch and a liar

'Cause he know this nigga's the pioneer

Beautiful murder – this shit is so melodic

The kinda shit that you listen to while you hittin' on some chronic

And talkin' Detox, I'm still mad about me not gettin' on the Chronic

I guess niggas they didn't know that I'm it (I'm the best)

The best on the coast for years

Even though y'all niggas closed your ears, I'm still here, persevere

The industry made ghost to most my peers

While I fly over the coast in Lears

Toast and cheers, but fuck 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' shit as usual, hope I ain't losin' you