Story Behind The Song
His fans, as well as the fans of all styles & forms of hip-hop. Gladly convict him of the charges yelled by his accusers. Identifying himself with "Honor & Glory" as the first convicted " Instrumental Murderer"
Song Description
This song is about a person being on trial for all the instrumental murdering that has been done by this lyrical genius. So he takes time to plead his case on why & how his services have been needed & to a certain degree taking advantage of. All the while agreeing to the charge of "Instrumental Murderer" because to even consider him anything else is a crime in itself.
| Song Length |
3:37 |
Genre |
Rap - General |
Lyrics
They need them a killa; Somebody to kill shit. Bank account, refrigerator, pantry I fill shit. Don't want to get your hands dirty? I'll peel shit; Small little favor for a giant to deal wit. They're showing me love; while asking me to murder. Another one; Another one they always want more.