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This must be a joke, but I don’t hear no laughs
I think this shits broke, and of before you ask
no I don’t got no mask
right now I’m kinda feeling like a confrontation
dont wanna sit down and have no conversation
I’m running into lightspeed Times are wasting, minds need changes
I’m displacement…been thinking bout the time and space shift
I’m tryna do my best to use Lines and language
but tapped in its rats, snakes, and agents
waiting in the shadows to steal equations
I see you’re in line waitin so
Here’s a couple rhymes that I made in case it’s
Way too too late for the data that I came with
Got me on the late shift, makes my brain itch
Yes doctor make this painless
Please God I don’t wanna be famous
So loud. But somehow not brainless
I’m here so show me where the stage is
I get beats I got bars I got tees for the fee
Means to my means I don’t mean to be mean
I’m free will spoken floating way above the trees
That’s how you know its me
Mr Kill Your TV
Black smoke Crack codes light work
Lookin in the mirror like this might work
Not a nice guy more like a slight jerk
I fight in words, and type worth
And when they ask “What’s it cost for a Myke verse?”
I refer to my boss like “what’d you like sir?”
Talking to myself again I wrote….
This is gotta be a motherfucking joke
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Syke [prod. by Trunxks]
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Hater [prod. by SXINT]
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I got drum sticks microphones, rhymes and flows all types of hoes
I already know this shit is crazy (damn this shit is crazy)
My art is sweet , graffiti in the street …they cant identify me or find me like bitch I’m Banksy 
I got blunts rolled time to go , whole world under mind control
You don’t even know what I been saying
I got brush strokes for the fuck folks
i’m cute as fuck what’s up hoes?
I already know them bitches faking
I got mean mind if you read lines and can see signs in the meantime
You might wanna peep what I been playing
This aint teen vibes this is me, I’m in a scene trying
To get these minds clean, maybe I’m hallucinating
Y’all some fake g’s with some lame steez,
mayne just keep your lane please before I get the paint and I start spraying
Pull up to the bank see, Cash that shit like its blank; bleep
everyday I’m here a paid vacation
I got drum sticks microphones, rhymes and flows all types of hoes
I already know this shit is crazy (damn this shit is crazy)
My art is sweet , graffiti in the street …they cant identify me or find me like bitch I’m Banksy
MURDERCORP.˙©
Myke Murder bitch I’m Banksy
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Myke Murder Detroit, Michigan
ALL ORIGINAL MATERIAL COPYRIGHT MURDERCORP.© 1984- 2017+
OTHER MATERIAL RELEASED UNDER PROMOTIONAL, SATIRE & FAIR USAGE LAWS.
#KILLYOURTV
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