Murda
Cozz Lyrics
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You startin' from the top?
Yo, Niddy
'ze murda
Everyone you heard of
Yeah, talk my shit
Sippin' my juice
Just tryna get loose
Yo, the crowd has to love him, they feel a deep lyrical acupuncture
I'm spiritual as a nun but I drink 'til my bladder ruptures
Rollin' blunts as fat as nun chucks and weed so good
It make you wanna slap your mother, here have another hit
You want some chips, bags in the cupboard, I have it covered
The fact you love us, the reason why we gettin' fatter stomachs
We got, that hip-hop soul, and we got that g-funk shit yeah
Let's have a function, bring, none of that fuck shit
I belong in some imprisonment, no regards for the innocent
Undisciplined, I'm sinnin' wit' a pen
Damn I claimed to be a Christian, I ain't prayed in a minute
Been shootin' and stabbin', going against all the Ten Commandments
Wish, good luck on the youngin'
I, need to get saved like a, buck on a budget
I thank God for this empty stomach
What would I do if I wasn't, lyrically thuggin'
Bustin' sluggers at your cousin, motherfucker
Murda, murda, Cozz causin' murda
Killin' off everyone you heard of
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head
Claimin' that you rap and you dead
Murda, murda, Cozz causin' murda
Killin' off everything you heard of
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head
You should get a day job instead
I'm going from the underdog to an elite
More like the industry make me another dog up on a leash
Cozz 'cause war when he speak
I was born with skills, but we don't ever wanna cause, war and kill
We just some refugees tryna climb these Lauryn hills
But I can be Tyson with my right hand
And carve words that cut nerves like a knife can
I spit like I'm pissed but I'm aiight man
Cause I'm the shit, European like a fuckin' white man
That's why, y'all be stressed, I puff the best
Still a '90s mahfucka, high, watchin' Recess and
Kenan & Kel, young Libra so I was keepin' the scale
Weed was for sale, the cops wanna see him in jail cause
Murda, murda, Cozz causin' murda
Killin' off everyone you heard of
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head
Claimin' that you rap and you dead
Murda, murda, Cozz causin' murda
Killin' off everything you heard of
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head
You should get a day job instead
Yo, this for the niggas in the city, claimin' they on top but they shitty
I'll give you a shot to the head, I'll take a shot of the Henny
Y'all really know what's up, you and this liquor got me so fucked up
Cozz's song "Murda" is a fiery declaration of his lyrical prowess and sharp-tongued provocation of any rapper who dares to challenge his skills. The opening lines "You dead/You startin' from the top?" immediately establish the confrontational tone of the song, as Cozz asserts his dominance with a blunt warning to his detractors. Cozz compares his articulate and piercing rhymes to "deep lyrical acupuncture" and boasts about his ability to drink heavily while still remaining spiritually centered. The chorus repeats the titular phrase "Murda" as Cozz claims to be "killin' off everyone you heard of," and threatens to put a price on the heads of any rapper who tries to challenge his throne.
Throughout the song, Cozz employs a series of potent similes and wordplay to emphasize his lyrical gifts. He raps about rolling blunts as fat as nun chucks, weed so good it makes you want to slap your mother, and being "sinnin' wit' a pen." Cozz also acknowledges his religious beliefs, while admitting that he hasn't prayed in a while and has been straying from the Ten Commandments. Despite this, he thanks God for his empty stomach and for the ability to "lyrically thug it."
"Murda" showcases Cozz's confidence and unapologetic swagger as a rapper who's earned his stripes and is not afraid to call out those who he perceives as inferior. The song represents Cozz's unwillingness to play by the rules of the music industry and his defiant commitment to staying true to himself and his craft.
Line by Line Meaning
You dead
I have killed you
You startin' from the top?
Are you starting your career at the top?
Yo, Niddy
Hey, Niddy
'ze murda
This is murder
Everyone you heard of
I am killing off all the famous artists you know
Yeah, talk my shit
I am speaking confidently
Sippin' my juice
Drinking my juice
Just tryna get loose
I am trying to relax and have fun
Yo, the crowd has to love him, they feel a deep lyrical acupuncture
The audience must love my music, they feel my lyrics pierce them deeply
I'm spiritual as a nun but I drink 'til my bladder ruptures
I may have spiritual beliefs, but I drink heavily
Rollin' blunts as fat as nun chucks and weed so good/ It make you wanna slap your mother, here have another hit
I am rolling fat blunts and the weed is so good it makes you want to share with your mother
You want some chips, bags in the cupboard, I have it covered
You want some chips, I have them in the cupboard, I have you covered
The fact you love us, the reason why we gettin' fatter stomachs
The fact that people love our music is the reason we are getting richer and eating more
We got, that hip-hop soul, and we got that g-funk shit yeah/ Let's have a function, bring, none of that fuck shit
We have a mix of hip-hop and g-funk music and let's have a party with no drama
I belong in some imprisonment, no regards for the innocent/ Undisciplined, I'm sinnin' wit' a pen
I should be in prison for my lack of regard for innocent people and I am a sinner with a pen
Damn I claimed to be a Christian, I ain't prayed in a minute/ Been shootin' and stabbin', going against all the Ten Commandments
I claim to be a Christian but I haven't prayed in a while and I have been committing sins like shooting and stabbing, going against the Ten Commandments
Wish, good luck on the youngin'/ I, need to get saved like a, buck on a budget/ I thank God for this empty stomach/ What would I do if I wasn't, lyrically thuggin'
Good luck to the younger generation, I need to repent like someone on a tight budget, I thank God for my empty stomach and what would I do if I wasn't making music?
Bustin' sluggers at your cousin, motherfucker
I am shooting at your cousin
Murda, murda, Cozz causin' murda/ Killin' off everyone you heard of/ Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head/ Claimin' that you rap and you dead
I am killing off all famous artists and putting a price on someone who claims to be a rapper
You should get a day job instead
You should find a different job instead of rapping
I'm going from the underdog to an elite/ More like the industry make me another dog up on a leash/ Cozz 'cause war when he speak
I am going from being a nobody to a top artist, but the industry treats me like a dog on a leash, and I am causing war with my lyrics
I was born with skills, but we don't ever wanna cause, war and kill/ We just some refugees tryna climb these Lauryn hills
I was born with talent, but I don't want to cause violence and kill. I am just a refugee trying to succeed like Lauryn Hill did
But I can be Tyson with my right hand/ And carve words that cut nerves like a knife can/ I spit like I'm pissed but I'm aiight man/ Cause I'm the shit, European like a fuckin' white man
I can be like Mike Tyson with my powerful lyrics and cut deep with my words. I may sound angry, but I am okay because I am talented like a European
That's why, y'all be stressed, I puff the best/ Still a '90s mahfucka, high, watchin' Recess and/ Kenan & Kel, young Libra so I was keepin' the scale
That is why you are stressed, but I am enjoying the best weed. I am still stuck in the '90s watching TV shows from my childhood like Recess and Kenan & Kel. I am a young Libra who tries to balance everything in life
Weed was for sale, the cops wanna see him in jail cause
I used to sell weed, and the cops wanted to arrest me because of it
Yo, this for the niggas in the city, claimin' they on top but they shitty/ I'll give you a shot to the head, I'll take a shot of the Henny
This song is for the people in the city who claim to be on top but are actually awful. I will give them a shot to the head while I take a shot of Hennessy
Y'all really know what's up, you and this liquor got me so fucked up
You know what's going on, but this liquor has me feeling really messed up
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Cody Macc
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