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What The Biz
by Murkemz
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I was big body yoking and swerving like scoliosis
I'm back and open for smoke have you practicing comatosis
Is your vocal broken because ain't none of jokers spoken
I'll smoke a Pope indulge in coke and float like I'm roller coasting
What's the biz is you thought we talking bout Markie
Nigga hardly I got more choppers than Harley
Lori Harvey naked on silky Goyard sheets
I could dream a bit who gone say it's beyond reach
Cause I get it in diddy and lox kim the Benjamin's
Yet again, plenty of blocks spins to bend your mens
I be comin down caddy clean like the reverend
Peter Pan peanut butter inside never land
How ya'l niggas fronting on my jiggy vibe
I feel like mase in Harlem world with the Diddy bop
Really I never fuck with feds and the city cops
Young nigga can't dance but I let the milly rock
What the biz is
Baby girl I say you just a friend
Should I ride the Jeep or the Beamer or the Benz
I see you hating Motherfuckers through the Carti lens
She gone pop that pussy when she got to pay the rent
What the biz is
We gone let the hammer beat box
You ain't met a smoother nigga on your weak block
I talk a lot of shit and a nigga keep glocks
I give a mother fuck Murkemz got the streets locked
Back up in this bitch murky cookin up with Mac the pharaoh
Pack a barrel with a fucking cannon like I'm Jack the sparrow
Gotta little slim F9 baby black and narrow
Like a nigga visa have a seizure when I grab apparel
Cop up I did me a pop up and I made a million
Like Christina demeanor meaner but I got illy rhymes
Witty lines below cold flows and idioms
Silly guysdon't throw no stones I'm really God
Zues with the lightning wet em up like Poseidon
Do em like Apollo when him and drago was fighting
Leave a nigga dead in the ring your head in a sling
Competition was never a thing I said what I mean
So what the biz is who done juiced your crew
Son my daddy ain't move the kane I ain't used to loot
When I get it I'll do my rounds like a hula hoop
My soldiers fed salute the troops
What the biz is
Baby girl I say you just a friend
Should I ride the Jeep or the Beamer or the Benz
I see you hating Motherfuckers through the Carti lens
She gone pop that pussy when she got to pay the rent
What the biz is
We gone let the hammer beat box
You ain't met a smoother nigga on your weak block
I talk a lot of shit and a nigga keep glocks
I give a mother fuck Murkemz got the streets locked
I was big body yoking and swerving like scoliosis
I'm back and open for smoke have you practicing comatosis
Is your vocal broken because ain't none of jokers spoken
I'll smoke a Pope indulge in coke and float like I'm roller coasting
What's the biz is you thought we talking bout Markie
Nigga hardly I got more choppers than Harley
Lori Harvey naked on silky Goyard sheets
I could dream a bit who gone say it's beyond reach
Cause I get it in diddy and lox kim the Benjamin's
Yet again, plenty of blocks spins to bend your mens
I be comin down caddy clean like the reverend
Peter Pan peanut butter inside never land
How ya'l niggas fronting on my jiggy vibe
I feel like mase in Harlem world with the Diddy bop
Really I never fuck with feds and the city cops
Young nigga can't dance but I let the milly rock
What the biz is
Baby girl I say you just a friend
Should I ride the Jeep or the Beamer or the Benz
I see you hating Motherfuckers through the Carti lens
She gone pop that pussy when she got to pay the rent
What the biz is
We gone let the hammer beat box
You ain't met a smoother nigga on your weak block
I talk a lot of shit and a nigga keep glocks
I give a mother fuck Murkemz got the streets locked
Back up in this bitch murky cookin up with Mac the pharaoh
Pack a barrel with a fucking cannon like I'm Jack the sparrow
Gotta little slim F9 baby black and narrow
Like a nigga visa have a seizure when I grab apparel
Cop up I did me a pop up and I made a million
Like Christina demeanor meaner but I got illy rhymes
Witty lines below cold flows and idioms
Silly guysdon't throw no stones I'm really God
Zues with the lightning wet em up like Poseidon
Do em like Apollo when him and drago was fighting
Leave a nigga dead in the ring your head in a sling
Competition was never a thing I said what I mean
So what the biz is who done juiced your crew
Son my daddy ain't move the kane I ain't used to loot
When I get it I'll do my rounds like a hula hoop
My soldiers fed salute the troops
What the biz is
Baby girl I say you just a friend
Should I ride the Jeep or the Beamer or the Benz
I see you hating Motherfuckers through the Carti lens
She gone pop that pussy when she got to pay the rent
What the biz is
We gone let the hammer beat box
You ain't met a smoother nigga on your weak block
I talk a lot of shit and a nigga keep glocks
I give a mother fuck Murkemz got the streets locked
