Keith Murray]a si se coje toma
Just blaze, you son of a bitch!
{"Uh-huh, uh-huh" - repeat 13X over chorus}
Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it
[Chorus]
We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck
Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it
[Verse 1: Keith Murray]
It go
Lights, camera, action you're on
"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on"
I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word ball
Cuz cats out here dont be sayin' jack bone
I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic
Old folks say "that boy need the lord in his life"
Nigga, think you can phase me?
But nigga, you must be crazy!
It go "ese loco, dame un beso"
Dominican girls, them call us negro
I keep it short pony, short camel toe
The reason why man, I dont know
No matter where I go, here I go, there I go, I'm propa
And keep shit poppin' like orville redenbacher
More freaky-deaky wit' the speechy
I stay off the meat rack b! (exactly)
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
Seromon, bless a flow you know God sent me
Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley
I'm dope (oh yeah you know it)
Got a infared beam (ain't scared to show it)
Peep it, check my movement this here feel right (how?)
Check his cap make sure his pill right (boy)
You a fake thug wit' a deal
The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill
You cats is kittens boy drink this milk
Put down that Hennessy son ya killin' me
Dub, I snatch the corn from the children
Stashed it in ya homeboy's buildin'
(Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops!)
Yeah call 911, and watch no one come
That's to show you how nice I am
The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam
Woah!
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Verse 3: Redman]
In the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman
Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I?
(Yeah Yeah you know it)
And when I fuck... (Ain't scared to show it)
And when the Brick's outta control, barricade the city
There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee
You seen it (yeah yeah you know it)
And if you got it... (ain't scared to show it)
You want the bad guy - here I am
I got them hoes on killa-cam
Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan
You as small as a kilogram
I'm air plane ridin' over colombia, ya middle man
I'm the boss
Stock tha Binaca
Shut up all the gossip, bring the rosta
I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day
When I stomp emcees out I yell "Annie Mae?"
Whether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock
They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on Doc
Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food
Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool, cool
I'm always getting shitted on, son
Ain't gonna be no, no different
Can you accept me as I am?
I ask you or is all the love lost? I need you
Can you open your heart to mine
And accept me and with my faults
During the human course of activity
Watch me give me my room
I am radiant, give me my space, I am light
Yo, 2/27/98 I wrote a check out to H.W. funeral home
For my little sister Christina 15 years old
Damn man, this fuckin' world is so cold
8 months before I had to do three years
Coming from the airport my face burning with tears
I had this black cloud hovering over me
Far back as I can check back down my family tree
Its been with me since my first LP
2nd LP I was sittin' in court
3rd LP I was trapped in the belly of the beast
Guided back to the streets
By the power of the mind and positive of thought
Some say livin' is death and dying is life
I say pray for me that I should be born tonight
I remember roaming the streets in those cold winter nights
Look at me this is my life
Suddenly my life feels so wrong
Tell me what the hell is going on
Tell me, tell me why my life feels so wrong, so wrong
Tell me what the hell is going on
Help me, please, help me
I can't even begin to explain the mental anguish
I went through as a child when I heard my pops had passed
I went to see him on the sick bed
With my grandmother that day I knew it was the last
I loved him but I had to grow up without him
Over the years I've lived through frustrations and questions
In 90' I went to jail as an adolescent
Then in 92' my mom's had to go back to the essence
Got me thinkin' about the meaning of my existence
(I lost my best friend)
I realized the devil was spying on me from a distance
He don't want me to receive my blessings he fear me
My family suffered more deaths then the Kennedy's
This is real and if you don't believe me
Ask someone that grew with me
Know them and feel my energy
Please, never fabricated nor duplicated so I ask you
Can you open you hearts and minds and receive me with all my faults
Can you open your hearts and minds unconditionally
To begin to understand my thoughts
Hey yo, this world is a pool of sharks
But I'm the animal right when I stand up for myself and bark
And this year I gotta go all out for it
I've been hustlin' for 13 years, nothin' to show for it
(I mean nothin')
Lookin' over my bills damn they eaten me up
Entertainment task force watchin', so what the fuck
I paid my taxes too fuck you and your uncle
The laws of nature will see me through
And yeah, I peep it and naw it ain't no secret
How niggas give their word with no intentions to keep it
I'm givin' you the roots of the real
My emotional feelings bi polar is how I feel
But still you turn your back on me
Like you don't know me or you hate me
Don't you recognize family when you see me
I cut my right arm off for you and this is how you repay me
Ah dog, you breakin' my heart
Suddenly my life feels so wrong
Tell me what the hell is going on
Tell me, tell me why my life feels so wrong, so wrong
Tell me what the hell is going on
Intro:
You better recognize what. snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck. word
Up it's the cold blooded sin. strickly murder. legion of doom 94. word 'em
Up this is how we do that shit. techs to your record son. shit. fuck that
Shit. word 'em up that how we're always been.
50 grand:
Yo check it, I feel the vibe like shanet
Collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a sinse'
My death sentense is danger
I black out like joe ripken niggas hittin' the floor like the chamber
The sick authorist transmits for no repent
And activate the plan the pentagon inelligents
So listen close like musical chairs
The l.o.d. is deep then the niggas under the stairs
I crack million dollar script like an archetict
And execute like the chair when I inflict death
I got the creepiest slang in this galaxy
And wreck the industry so mysteriously
Coming with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelars
And twist rap caps for all you motherfuckers
Walk the bloody streets with 19 shots in the lueger
Niggas be scared to face 50 grand like medusa
The shit I produce is like gin and juice when it blend
Scenes from toni braxton you'll never breath again
I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treason
Who's to blame but the legion to the doom
Hook:
With punk niggas we got beef so
(l.o.d. about to take it to the streets)
On the mic we definatly got beats so
(l.o.d. about to take it to the streets)
Ron jay:
Roy jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow
From a homicidal clique, yo e make that psycopathic mix
I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the script
Beeotch my style set on fire to touch venus
My soul seeks the universe while I'm sleepin'
I'm creepin' makin' myself develop with the chronic
Electronic million dollar man the mic bionic
So you can feel it in your nerves when I blast off into the suburbs
Conduct like? with electrofying words
I freak to them suicidal tracks break backs
Niggas scarred fakin' fuckin' heart atttacks
Oooh when I'm comin' through the crowd
Niggas want static yo I got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up
50 grand:
I got the slaughter for your brains drive you insain
Fuck that shit
News interlude
Keith murray:
The moderation incobation of my creation
Is instantaniously with my vocabulation accumulation
Trust me as I bust thee, lyrical homicidal shit from keith murray
If I had 24 hours to live and one wish
I wouldn't wish for no damn lifesavers
I'd start going wild like larry davis
The funk speach vigalante from the l.o.d.
Gets funky freakly and freaky fluently
And deep as greek mythology on level z
Theres six million ways to die
And eight million stories in the naked city and all them shits are lies
So I keep my wittiest ironist hidious
Psychosis bloodiest flow decitious
Comin' from out this orbit deep space 9's wiggle my shit
Meltin' crew down like synthetic acid
Come half steppin' fession' through a section
And get the midsection of your brain drain
With mad man expression, no quesion and no second guessin'
Outro:
Yo 40 dreams and blunts for witches. yeah that's what we got for them
Niggas. yo lets get on it get off it. l.o.d. we won't forfit.
A-yo check it out. l.o.d. is the niggas man. a-yo put your money where your
Mouth is at nigga yeah. I have you rockin' dazie dukes and reebok pumps
One two, one two, Keith Murray and Jazze Pha
Servin' 'em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell
Woke up at 8: 30 on a Saturday morn'
Grab my remote control, cut my stereo on
Got up took a dump as I smoke some trees
And my stomach started growling for some egg MC's
I am hard core heavyweight B-boy flex
Other rappers try to flex but they soft as sex
High heels in the kitchen fixin' me a hot meal
Wipe my ass ran the faucet, then I brush my grill
Jumped in the shower, it was boiling hot
So I stayed there an hour 'cause I like it a lot
Back to my room and throw on some fresh gear
Tank top, white tees and some Nike airs
Then I'm interrupted by the ring on the phone
Def Jam Kevin Liles tellin' me that it's on
Saying Murray meet me, Lyor and Russell
You provide the heat and we'll provide you wit' that Def Jam muscle
So I said yeah I'm wit it 'cause you know I'm prepared
Put me in proper position and I'm takin' it there
I hung up the phone, went outside
And hopped in the six to bust a joy ride
Yo, dog how many wanna ride wit us and
How many wanna smoke wit us, say what?
Now how many wanna junk wit us and
How many wanna thug wit us, say what?
Now yell if you wanna roll wit us
Yell if you wanna get dough wit us, say what?
Ride smokin', ride smokin', ride
Ride smokin', ride, say what?
One o'clock on the dot is when I hit the block
Sunshine cold beamin' off ya face from my watch
I'm a monsta on these beats also on these streets
Hit the corner then I bumped into some beautiful freaks
They said,? Murray hold up, stop, wait
Hit the brakes rims spinnin' like roller skates?
Conversing with the skeeza's for ten minutes more
Hopped back in the ride and then I slammed the door
Ridin' through your city wit the hard core beat
Stopped by the spot so I can get somethin' to eat
The way I wine and dine people think I do crime
They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip hop rhymes
So I got my meal and I said my grace
Thinkin' 'bout the next millions that I'll soon make
Lookin' at the clock it said deuce square tre
Wit Georgia on my mind I two wayed Jazzy Pha
Yo, dog how many wanna ride wit us and
How many wanna smoke wit us, say what?
Now how many wanna junk wit us and
How many wanna thug wit us, say what?
Now yell if you wanna roll wit us
Yell if you wanna get dough wit us, say what?
Ride smokin', ride smokin', ride
Ride smokin', ride, say what?
I heard you suckas don't like me but I ain't concerned
It must be the pretty bitties or the pay that I earn
I'm growin' and blowin' all up in yo face
Put ya head to the speaker break ya neck to the base
I'm extraterrestrial so expeditious
The first nigga to ever bust a verse on a Lexus
Sucka duck nigga think that they be the man
I don't even say nothin' I just wave my hand
Yo, dog how many wanna ride wit us and
How many wanna smoke wit us, say what?
Now how many wanna junk wit us and
How many wanna thug wit us, say what?
Yell if you wanna roll wit us
Yell if you wanna get dough wit us, say what?
Ride smokin', ride smokin', ride
Ride smokin', ride, say what?
Yo, dog how many wanna ride wit us and
How many wanna smoke wit us, say what?
Now how many wanna junk wit us and
How many wanna thug wit us, say what?
Now yell if you wanna roll wit us
Yell if you wanna get dough wit us, say what?
Ride smokin', ride smokin', ride
[Verse1]
Meet the villain with a thousand faces
I'll stab you up in a thousand places
I might catch you with a blade or a rap
Cause it's always more than one way to skin a rat
Them young boys fucking up hip hop
We've always been original get your own props
I show up in boots to your black tie affair
And physically put this funk up in your ear
I got friends in all the low places that keep me high
And we be up all night just like the red eye
I never sleep like nueva york
Miss me with all that body waste she's talking
Hit me with your best shot fire away
I'm da super easy minded MC OK!
I'm skin tight and knee deep shit
So long on you both my feet fall asleep
[CHORUS 2X]
I know you know what we got to do is
Take it to the limit with so much force
Tell dem niggaz get sucka free or get lost
I know you know what we've got to do is
Take it to the limit with so much force tell them chicks
Get sucka free or get lost
[Verse 2]
So it comes as no surprise
Nigga you snooping around like a private eye
But idiot the victory is mine
Ya niggaz can't chew gum and walk at the same time
You stupid but it ain't no crime
Your third eye is blind well a aight then fine
I will hit ya pussys and make you fart
With enough energy to make a car start
I stay crispy you dissed me you pissy
I'll stomp you out like Hannibal did in Sicily
It's Keith and I got to be a mighty mighty MC -c-c-c-c-c-c
You a savage kid you might as well run around with a pet pig
I see a ugly chick and she's scoping
And I'm like got damn who left the gate open
Most prominent and dominant
shittin like I'm like lactose intolerant
Meanwhile I hopped the turnstile
with the L. O. D. Ichbabod Crane style
I stepped into some shit them wiped it with my hand
See that's what makes me who I am, goddamn
No if and buts or maybes
Yo! E this shit is crazy baby
[CHORUS 2X]
[Verse 3]
OH! That's how it is, that's how you living
I consider all ya as my children
Funk like feet collardgreen and chitlens
I stole your girl while I was in prison (no you didn't)
You can ask E cause he brought her up to see me
Keith you can't smoke weed, man pass the light
My probation thing is gonna be aight! aight!
[Intro]
(Yeah this the build up) OH NO!
You knew we was coming back
But you ain't know we was coming back like this
C'mon, it's gon' be a problem ya'll
(Yeah uh huh, Keith Murray, Def Jam, Def Squad)
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
(How it's gon' be)
Def Squad gonna make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
[Verse]
I come on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland
The producer and the booth, niggas so don't get cute
I come through in the coupe with the chopped off roof
Humiliate you then blast you in your birthday suit
You a small side order of apple cider
I'm a three hot's in a cot dungeon rider
My hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam
And Incorporate +Murda+ like +Gotti+
How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
Chew you like little neck clams on half shells
I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill
Get nautious to the beat, I spit sick at will
And the time has come and your shit is sour
You need to turn your flow up an hour
Give you a permanent lean, like the Pais Tower
With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold shower
[Chorus]
Yo we got the shit on lock (uh huh)
Come through and blast the spot (yeah man)
And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record
Everybody say oh my goodness!
And my folks if you with me where you at? (yes sir)
If you love what I'm doing holla back (talk to me)
And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
Everybody scream oh my goodness!
[Verse]
And yeah I hear you talking motherfucker write the check
And if you in the house then protect your neck
I抦 'Mister See You Anywhere It's Gon' Be A Showdown'
So ya'll better have lyrics when I come 'round
Cause I ain't lost a battle since God knows when
Some niggas tried to front but they gots no win
Taught how to prevent to lose and handle the win
Like birds are made to fly and fish made to swim
Wait a minute homie you don't really know me homie
I'll take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat
With my dazzling appearance and my world wide clearance
I am treacherous, inferio, impermanent, impetuous
I rock like an archeologist
Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist
I'm fabulously wicked, miraculous
Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh my goodness
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
Oh my goodness!
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
Oh my goodness!
[Verse]
And you in line motherfucker like them people in court
So when I see you I'm a pop your top like a cork
I pack flow like ammo, spit like camels
Come through and bless your whole crew like (achoo)
But some still wanna holla, pop they collar
Fucking with me like I run a funeral parlor
Linguist lyricist out for +Chips+ like +Estrada+
Bilingual emcees even couldn't even couldn't do me nada
With this mic I'm handy, flows be dandy
It's a +Full Moon+ and hoes wanna fuck like +Brandy+
Yeah I've been hated on, you probably heard it
And I kicked their little ass but them niggas deserved it
And I'm still in the hood and I still rep the hood
Still +Tee'ing Off+ for a +Long Green+ like +Tiger Woods+
I ain't even gotta say it, ya'll know when it's hot
So ya'll go back up in the vocal box
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Uh - uh uh uh
ah - ooh ooh ah
Oh my goodness!
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
(Get it)
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
(Get it)
Jungle Boogie
(Ooh the boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Get down)
Jungle Boogie
(Ah)
Jungle Boogie
(Shake it around)
Jungle Boogie
(Get up, then you get down)
Jungle Boogie
(Boogie, boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Boogie, boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Brrr)
Jungle Boogie
(Well ya get down)
Jungle Boogie
(Get the boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Yeah in the jungle)
Jungle Boogie
(Get down with the boogie)
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
(Yeah)
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
(Yeah)
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
(Jungle Boogie)
Get down, get down
(The boogie)
Get down, get down
(The boogie)
Get down, get down
(Jungle boogie)
Get down, get down
(Yeah)
Get down, get down
(Its the boogie)
Get down, get down
Uh, get it
Feel the funk, y'all
Let the boogie flow
Huh, uh uh
Huh, uh uh uh
Huh, uh mm'
Get down with the boogie
Get it, get the jungle boogie
Get down
Huh, uh, get down with the boogie
Said UH, uh
Get down
Said UH, uh
Get down
Said UH, uh
Get down
Said UH, uh
Huh, till ya feel it y'all
Huh, get down y'all
Huh, uh get down
Huh, uh y'all get down
Uh, oh, with the get down
Uh, ughhh
Uh, ha, get down
Yo, I seen them motherfuckers out in the street
Them pussy asses
(Man, fuck them niggas anyway)
Hood rats and those fat rolly polly punks
Yo Kel
(What up?)
Yo answer this question
Why are we the nicest in this fuckin' profession?
Yo, it's um, simple philosophy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D.
(Yeah, yeah)
Aye yo 50
(What's up?)
Answer this question
(What's that?)
Why are you the best in your profession?
Now when I'm creepin' on a bitch MC
Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
Keith Murray
(Yo, what's up 50?)
Answer the question?
(What's that?)
Why are you be the sickest in this profession?
I been all around the world hearing the wack MC's
It's doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
(Aye yo)
Ask yourself the very same question
Why are we the wickedest in this profession?
I'm breaking back with Def Squad constantly
Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
Any nigga want to step, get busy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
I be the bushwa freaker
Coming through your speaker
My jams be getting stronger
While your shit be gettin' weaker
Now Kel be playin' kids like the New York Knicks
Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit
'Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhyming
Sounding like shit, off beat with no timing
Now soon as I touch the paper
See you later
I shut your lights off like a blackout
So hit the circuit breaker
I'm the worst trouble you ever had vocab like knife stabs
Comin' wild killin' in a paragraph
Holding niggas ransom, it runs in my blood
Maybe my grandson might be wild like Charles Manson
I be the gimmie, the got ya
Been blastin' niggas way
Before the remix I shot ya
The proper hip hopper
Fading 'em in the Palladium
And bustin' each and every nigga, bubble in the Tunnel
Now, after the sunshine comes the rain
Hold up, wait a minute, let me back up and just explain
I been all around the world, what battle me?
Take this autograph home and give it to your family
All I hear is booty stinkin' ass wack MC's
Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
Nigga your life means nothing to me, challenge L.O.D.
The average nigga style sucks like a hickey
50 G, the MC's brain buster, mic crusher
Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster
Now that L.O.D.'s up in this motherfucker
Leave a known rapper with broken English
Like smooth da hustler
Same thing make a nigga laugh
Make his ass cry
He rolled a seven I bet it all he turned around
And rolled snake eyes
My thinking cap is bigger than a fuckin' Sade's
Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades
The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow
I'll kill your fuckin' ass and for your crew I'll do ditto
I'll leave a nigga dead and stinkin' take his soul
Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes
Natural born killer, killer than the rest
(Where you at?)
East coast to west
I keep it real kid
I freak the flow until it's naked
Niggas get panicked and frantic
And can't take it
I been all around the world, what battle me?
Take this autograph home and give it to your family
Def Squad's the family, you don't want to see
Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
Kel-Vicious
(What up Keith?)
Answer this question
(What up?)
Why you so fuckin' nice in this profession?
Aye, yo 50
(What's up?)
Answer this question
Why you so nice in your profession?
Aye, yo Murray
(What's up?)
Answer this question
(What's that?)
If heads only knew!
I make music of murder and mayhem for all of them
And murder ballads for sweet chariots
My second return like a unstoppable bullet
With wings my ears, ring your name when you speak of me in vein
Enter the center like a big bread winner
So L.O.D. can eat that ass up for dinner
I come with high potent deadly quotin'
Avenue corrodin' street life shit to get you open
Niggas pullin' stunts like Jackie Chan
Not knowin' that they fuckin' with the demolition man
I'm seen on screens and magazines
Pump, pump but peace to Queens
(Don't sleep)
I hollar, 'Allah U Akbar', my peeps hold me down
In the roughest pair of Timbs that ever touched the ground
Huh, how's about a broken jaw
It's Keith Murray and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors
When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call
Keith Murray
Rock, rock on
Original rules, original rules, original rules
Original rules, original rules, original rules
Now here we go again, soundin' crazy but it's contagious
The sickest entertainer puttin' your brain though strainers
We smokes the choc', don't be afraid of the dark
Mentals get hit brain cells spark
Pappers swear, they got the dopest jam on the shelf
But they don't believe that shit they own goddamn self
Last year, I was underrated but I stay dedicated
I'm so dedicated, I close my eyes, I'm incarcerated
Niggas was amazed at the shit you was kickin'
But all you did was adobo the chicken
I'm taking over like the psychic network
I got the drop on all you niggas out there claimin' that you do dirt
But the truth hurts and it kills you to listen
Like the sound of hollow point tip bullets whistlin'
Every little breath you take
Every little gesture you make
Every little jack you fake
I be the expert mic gladiator
Pop shit on records, I'll cut your fingers off later
When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call
Keith Murray
When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call
Keith Murray
Pump the new smash platinum single the thug star spangled banner
Illustratin' grammar in a hostile manner
Texas chainsaw cuts hard to the core
Makin' sure, they don't try to battle me no more
You seem to believe, all you need is a rhyme and a dream
To defeat the all time great microphone supreme
But wake up 'cuz you playin' with the game of death
I'll smoke your body, ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence left
Straight ashes ashes, dust to dust
I got you in my clutch, there's nothing further more to discuss
And it's scary though when the eeriest voice on the radio
Is in your hometown doin' the show
With the technique that I'm usin' choosin'
Abusin'
Got more flow than D'Angelo crusin'
With poisonous venom
Oh my God, I get in 'em
Turn 'em out give 'em something good to talk about
When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call
[Intro: Tyrese]Tyrese!
[Keith Murray]: (Tyrese)
Keith Murray! (WOO!) Def Squad! (I like this right here man) Me too
(Keith Murray you did that! Talk to 'em!) Yeah!
[Verse 1: Keith Murray]Keith Murray, the lyrical hannibal floe cannibal
Animalistic tough guy man handle you
I came into this bitch my style hardcore
Then I heard a hater say he ain't fire no more!
What?! That was me standin on your block with the razor blade
In my mouth back when hip hop was hip hop
For those who don't know or forget
To make y'all happy with Mary J. who Puff came to get (Me)
Then who called for Total to make y'all see (Me)
Then who he called again for Special Delivery (That a be me)
There's nothin you could tell me, I rocked every hole in the wall
Then arena to arena with R. Kelly
Who made you feel beautiful while gettin lifted (Me)
I rocked bells with L you must be stupid
I don't need no permission, to do what I do
Come through and show the whole world how I do
[Chorus: Tyrese] (*Keith Murray)
That's why your lovin me cause can't nobody do it better
That's why your lovin me cause can't nobody do it better (Can't nobody)
That's why your lovin me cause can't nobody do it better
I'm gonna be right here to get your shit together (*Right here, yo!)
[Verse 2: Keith Murray]And who you know get out of
jail and get them figures
Get back into the game like fuck the system
Hit the studio and bless y'all with Fatty Girl
Who got 'em sayin ba donk a donk around the world
Now I'm hearin I got anger issues on the street
The only anger I got, is when I'm fuckin up a E beat
Keep runnin your lips and I'm a have you dancin like the crips
Turn your six pack to some barbeque rib tips
Mother hot damn this man jam like a phone
And plus the shit I get more draws than a dresser
When I flow, there's no one deafer
Make you make the ugly face like Lamont's Aunt Ester
You can't stealth me my tank is too healthy
Even negative situations help me
When E lace the beat, and me and Ty bust one
Trust son that's money in the bank like a trust fund
[Chorus: Tyrese]
That's why your lovin me cause can't nobody do it better
That's why your lovin me cause can't nobody do it better (Can't nobody)
That's why your lovin me cause can't nobody do it better
I'm gonna be right here to get your shit together
[Verse 3: Keith Murray]Yo! Keith Murray is your (?) MC Ultra
With the sickest comeback like nigga I told ya
Honeys sweat me like conversation, mind affiliation
House niggas like the Fannie Mae Foundation
The K don't play fuck around touche' and toupee
What you say get done away like Faye
I rhyme flagrant you sweeter than a sugar fragrance
Ignoramus, blow your brains out on a pavement
The game we been milkin for awhile like a green cow
You seregant MC, that ain't your style
Metaphors dawn on you in time like revelations
Battlin Keith, self mutilation
Let it be sensible, I'll make you invisible
Niggas can't see me the flow is invincible
My style royalty like residuals
You subjectable, hospitable y'all niggas is despicable
[Chorus: Tyrese]
That's why your lovin me cause can't nobody do it better
That's why your lovin me cause can't nobody do it better (Can't nobody)
That's why your lovin me cause can't nobody do it better
I'm gonna be right here to get your shit together
[Bridge: Tyrese] (Keith Murray]Oh his flow is so
(Keith Murray, Black Ty) I won't let go (Word up)
Oooh his flow is so, oh! I won't let go (Aight here we go)
[Outro: Keith Murray] (Tyrese)
Yeah yeah yeah! No doubt (I like the way this feels right here!)
It's classical baby (Make me wanna get on the freeway
Yo Rock, cue me in, we got that funk
Murray's packed with funk, you need to know
We got the funk for yo' ass, let's go
Yo, a lot of rappers holler tough stuff, they don't live it
When you hear me emceein', I'm speakin' from experience
Keynote speaker, Rock funk freaker
This lecture is conducted from the mic and through the speaker
Now who gets weaker, not this dunn
Look I'm never shook down even when I was on the run
I'm a rebel, I love rebel people
You're not equal, you damn creep you
I wake up in the morning with my game face on
And play hard all day, word is bond
By the way whatever happened to word is bond?
The brother Ak lied to me during Ramadan
I'm takin' no prisoners, takin' no shorts
Still drink Old E, cans 40's and quarts
With creativity and original thought
And a twist of fate I twist your face, don't get caught
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
Where the funk is at, funk dat, bump that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person catch a heart attack, he's back
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person catch a heart attack, you need to know
We got funk for y'all, stank ass, c'mon
Yo, here's what I'ma do for you
Choke you out 'til your lips and your face turn blue
Oops, now look what you done made me do
I did it again and the joke's on you
I'm more than official reputable undisputable
Lyrical phrasologist, you know how I do
Not one of you or any combination of you
Can ever mess around, boy you know how I do
Dialectical linguist, unlimited thinker
Descriptive mental photographer
L.O.D. and P.P.P. gets it on
We strong to cause bodily harm to King Kong
Stock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoa
This funk here glocks up, c'mon
I'm not an R&B;, pop star, rock 'n roller
I'm a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder
You mindless, spineless, jellyfish
I eat MC's which is my favorite dish
I sailed the seven seas, pack 'em in like sardines
And eat fruit right off the stress tree
Keith kill beef like Mad Cow Disease, spazz on me?
Negro, some say I'm sarcastic with a bad reputation
But ignore 'em, don't listen, they Mr. Murray hatin'
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
Where the funk is at, funk dat, bump that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person catch a heart attack, he's back
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person catch a heart attack, you need to know
This is to my Negroids, spaniels and Caucasoids
Even chisel-faced, hardcore, rap B-Boys
With my high wire, tightrope, trampoline style
Tear your ass up with service and a smile
I'm the local hero, global player
Make your grandmother get up and do the Murray rainer
Grab you goin' to a death row like an alligator
Good God, my Squad got too much flavor
Rainbow style like a pack of now or laters
This funk shit gon' shake the equator
My Squad stay true to the game
We the trillest mother-effers this side of the grave
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
Where the funk is at, funk dat, bump that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person catch a heart attack, he's back
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person catch a heart attack, you need to know
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
Where the funk is at, funk dat, bump that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person catch a heart attack, he's back
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person catch a heart attack, you need to know
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
Where the funk is at, funk dat, bump that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person catch a heart attack, he's back
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person catch a heart attack, you need to know
[keith murray]
Yo this is keith murray and hurricane g with the bom bom zee
Trey deep takin to the streets
We straight ball hoggin, word up
Niggaz know what time it is
Straight up
Straight motherf**kin def squad, l.o.d.
We can stand in the water and can't get wet
Def squad always got some fly shit on deck
[paul hightower] gl-or-ia!
[hurricane g]
Hey fun-ny, what's up with that money grip, yeahhh
Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip
The master, the ultimate funk, freak-er
I'm unique, I got soul out my sneak-er
A dope female, with the fat tail
I never liked college, so yo, f**k yale!
If you don't know me by now I'm puerto rican
(when the track be creepin she be freakin when she speakin!)
The bad mamma jama, still bust the grammar
F**k the bullshit, let's get legit
Yes me the hurricane yo I pack skills
So I keep on steppin like I'm doin drills
Hut one, two, charge enlarge
God damn, so don't f**k around with the jam!
Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me kick it
Don't flex, in my pocketbook I pack a biscuit
I blow your ass out (click click booyaka)
How's that? now peep the size of my gat
I'm gassed, so motherf**kers kiss my ass
My whole ass; my entire big fat ol' ass!
[keith murray]
Keith murray run this motherf**ker! (hell motherf**kin yeah!)
Keith murray run this motherf**ker! (hell motherf**kin yeah!)
[paul hightower] ke-ii-thhh!
[keith murray]
The mad matador metaphoric mergers like traffic *car tires squeal*
Not havin it, bashin your style I'm somethin drastic
Biblically, theoretically, practically speaklin who
Wanna step in the helm of the realm of the def squad crew (def squad!)
I shoot the gift like swish drinkin olde english
Nigga you wish you had the style, more distinguished than this
Pissed ain't the word so observe -- how I break
Your flow down through science, and kick you to the curb
Firsthand dirt and jungle poetry
You see me, g, we or e and somethin out this anatomy
Found the words of motherf**kin technology
(like that) and we out
[paul hightower]
It's the bom bom zee, ohhh yeah
With keith murray, and hurricane g...
Keith Murray]a si se coje toma
Just blaze, you son of a bitch!
{"Uh-huh, uh-huh" - repeat 13X over chorus}
Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it
[Chorus]
We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck
Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it
[Verse 1: Keith Murray]
It go
Lights, camera, action you're on
"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on"
I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word ball
Cuz cats out here dont be sayin' jack bone
I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic
Old folks say "that boy need the lord in his life"
Nigga, think you can phase me?
But nigga, you must be crazy!
It go "ese loco, dame un beso"
Dominican girls, them call us negro
I keep it short pony, short camel toe
The reason why man, I dont know
No matter where I go, here I go, there I go, I'm propa
And keep shit poppin' like orville redenbacher
More freaky-deaky wit' the speechy
I stay off the meat rack b! (exactly)
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
Seromon, bless a flow you know God sent me
Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley
I'm dope (oh yeah you know it)
Got a infared beam (ain't scared to show it)
Peep it, check my movement this here feel right (how?)
Check his cap make sure his pill right (boy)
You a fake thug wit' a deal
The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill
You cats is kittens boy drink this milk
Put down that Hennessy son ya killin' me
Dub, I snatch the corn from the children
Stashed it in ya homeboy's buildin'
(Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops!)
Yeah call 911, and watch no one come
That's to show you how nice I am
The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam
Woah!
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Verse 3: Redman]
In the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman
Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I?
(Yeah Yeah you know it)
And when I fuck... (Ain't scared to show it)
And when the Brick's outta control, barricade the city
There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee
You seen it (yeah yeah you know it)
And if you got it... (ain't scared to show it)
You want the bad guy - here I am
I got them hoes on killa-cam
Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan
You as small as a kilogram
I'm air plane ridin' over colombia, ya middle man
I'm the boss
Stock tha Binaca
Shut up all the gossip, bring the rosta
I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day
When I stomp emcees out I yell "Annie Mae?"
Whether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock
They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on Doc
Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food
Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool, cool
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a
Heya love love, you little fly lady bug
Come and swing this episode wit more from up above
With them Earl Jeans on fitting tight like a glove
You little Cinammon Toast Crunch, come show me some love
Slim goodie got tittle litties
Yeah, but she's a picture post card pretty fat kitty little bitty
You're provoking me, giving me the notions
To make me wanna lick your funky emotions
She can make a crippled man walk and a blind man see
How can I put this?
She can make the Grinch love Christmas
How can I manifest her uniqueness in vernacular?
Like a chocolate candi bar
Yeah that describes her
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a
I seen her at the park on the black top watching the kids play
Hey style complimented the sunny day
There's a mild nature about her
Gentle but firm for all the bullshit life brought her way
You reflected beauty of a starless night by far
Like Billy Joel said, "I take you just the way you are"
I had a crush on you since the days of love tap
Karate shoes you had jelly cornrows with the peas in the back
I knew you'd grow to be a fine specimen someday
You the very inspiration for the song I sing
The way you sprint the runway and scale the catwalk
Your life is a movie and the camera's never off
It's like love at first taste, coming deep from within
From your DNA structure to your whole body ova
Your beauty is respected in the eye of the beholder
I love that little chocolate bar tattered on your shoulder
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a
Oh yeah, the time is now and the place is here
So come a little closer let me kick it in your ear
And share this wit you girl you super official
I just wanna bite you girl you look good like a Snickers
Ooh la la, ah wee wee
Walking by looking all like I exctasy
Got doe ma didn't know, good gracious alive
Aw shuck now, there she go
Hey yo, come and rest your feet my little chocolate soufflet
I know you're tired you been running through my mind all day
And oh my goodness, can I get a witness?
This roundy brownie is something to see
I never had a craving like this before, I'm addicted
Lord have mercy, please give me strength
Dark, rich and thick like a fresh baked cake
Just thinking of your shape girl I catch a tooth ache
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a
We just buggin' out a little bit
Showing versatility
Yeah
She looks like a
And so it begins...
Countdown, can you think of a reason why
You so love it downtown?
I met you in the middle of the scandalous town
It's a miracle you're walking around
Countdown in a dark town, and so it begins...
It started with a minute of your favorite song
A sexy little secret of a radio song
I wish it wasn't floating around
Countdown to a tight sound, and so it begins...
Can you think of a reason why it's your favorite song
It caught you with your finger on a video girl
America is watching you now
Countdown to a night gown
Hey now, wake up!
It's a beautiful day
Hey now, look up!
You're always turning away
Are you falling asleep?
Hey now, wake up!
Are you looking away?
Hey now, look up!
Are you watching?
It's a brand new day and you shouldn't be fading away
And so it begins...
Countdown, it's the time of the season
When you're a man around town
Imagination taking you where no one else can
Floating on sins that surround
Countdown in a dark town, and so it begins...
Hey now, wake up!
It's a beautiful day
Hey now, look up!
You're always turning away
Are you falling asleep?
Hey now, wake up!
Are you looking away?
Hey now, look up!
Are you watching?
It's a brand new day and you shouldn't be fading away
And so it begins...
Countdown, can you think of a reason why
You so love it downtown?
I met you in the middle of the scandalous town
It's a miracle you're walking around
Countdown in a dark town, and so it begins...
It started with a minute of your favorite song
A sexy little secret of a radio song
I wish it wasn't floating around
Countdown to a tight sound, and so it begins...
Are you falling sleep?
Hey now, wake up!
Are you looking away?
Hey now, look up!
Are you watching?
It's a brand new day and you shouldn't be fading away
[VERSE 1]
You know I had to go there right, that's water baby
Ay yo shorty got the badonkadonk, look right
Hangin of the edge of dat Kawasaki bike
See em in da streets at work rump galore
They be in salons, restaurants and stores
They come in all shapes sizes, fashions and colors
It might be your sister, aunts or your mothers
Or your baby mama and they aunts and they cousins
They roam in droves of half a dozens
Now you may not have seen a lot and maybe you have
All you gotta do is hit up your local ave
lookin at the female anatomy
I see what made little Richard Write, Good golly miss molly
Excuse me miss no disrespect miss (you drop somethin)
Sike but that thing is da beautifulist
I bet you hit the bathroom and light up a clip
Sit down and take one fat hit
[CHORUS 2X]
We be spankin that ass pumpin it up
girl you gotta a badunkadunk
No doubt, badunkadunk, badunkadunk
Break me off a chunk of that badunkadunk
[VERSE 2]
I was on 45th chillin with my man Earl
when she walked by I started singin you gotta fatty girl
You know I'm right don't be rude
Its just a compliment stanky you should be say thank you
To the ladies in da street that ever shook my hand
And thanked me for representing that fat back
It a raised your antennaes and keep you on point
Gwedoe's be like yo she gotta badoinkadoink
Bro and godamn boy ooo it
come equip with three D thongs and shake included
Although it's rated PG little boys can look
Little girls write about it in they diary book
They be on TV, T-shirts and pocket books
Attracts straight lace guys down to crooks
So if you ever seen one that ain't fat
Hit with an extra can of fixaflat
[CHORUS 2X]
Ay yo Tina gotta badunkadunk, I know I told you I'd be true
But Tina gotta badunkadunk so I'm leavin you
Yo Leesa gotta badunkadunk, I know I told you I'd be true
Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this bitch
A busa bus, yeah, Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again
2003 muthafuckas, yeah all runin' through you
Welcome home Keith Murray, ah thank you baby
Streets mission nigga, let's give it to 'em, check it, check it, yo
It's flip mode we be all over the place
Quick to lay niggaz down and lawnmower they face
Fuck your bitch before she go to her wedding
Fuck around and beat you're ass with two sticks
Just like the number eleven
And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with your spouse
And fuck y'all niggaz up for talkin' shit in your own house
We see y'all niggaz bounce and say one
You even got no kind a line a credit in the hood that you from
I keep my doe stacked for them niggaz
Spot faggots everywhere like I keep a low jack on them niggaz
Pretty bitches sprinkle on they channel
After we fuck 'em all in the club frontin' like they pussy don't smell
Then they call me mister nice guy like Daved Chappelle
How we just be pounding the pussy and makin' it swell
Fuck that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish bitch
Niggaz till we see 'em in hell
Now, guess who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it
Now, guess who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it
Yo, it's Def Squad we be all over the place
Hog tie, split your back fold you in a suit case
Yeah it's the Mr. Keith Murray and Mr. Beef Curray
Don't worry come through and crush your bur berry hat like blueberry's
And all those waiting the waiting is over y'all
If I don't come wit some sick shit I ain't coming at all
But listen you my brother and I love but you pitiful
And getting in you're ass is so therapeutical
And just think these hoes be trying to prink
When they know they look just as stink as Hellery Swink
And cheating rappers make me madder than M&M;
The night he saw Kim kissing that Arabian, I ain't go forth
Pistol whip you, catch a case, get probation violate
For smoking more trees than Dionne Warwick
The way I be shittin' on the mic I gotta laugh
And use a whole roll of tissue to wipe my stankin' ass
Now, guess who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it
Now, guess who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it
Ah yo, first of all my rap style is not compatible
When white boys come around they be like yo Kell your shit is radical
My hang 10 surfs up I left them clueless
Not that many MC's out there can do this
This the same old G Darrly mack da old E
And I don't need your back da Gat can hold me
Ain't state I ain't been without the mac 10
Kell Vics muthafuckin' yeah, I'm back again
Now every time I grab the microphone I set the shit on fire
'Cause yo I ain't no joke I'm sharp like barb wire
Machine gun Kelly so don't get jelly
'Cause bitch you, can put it in your mouth, like Akinyele
You he's fakin' da funk take these nigga home he drunk
Before he wined up in my trunk
I gotta left that will fracture your chest and crack ribs
L.O.D. motherfucker we gonna see you again
Now, guess who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it
Now, guess who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it
Now, guess who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it
Now, guess who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it
Yeah, Def Squad, Flip mode, L.O.D., P.T.P
You know we got it on smash, street niggaz, got the streets on smash
All ya fake ass up there front, we'll come through
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Yo the streets is hungry - word
Its time to eat most definitely
Grab ya plate
Get ya knifes and ya forks yea
Keith Murray Get ready
Yo as I look out at the high rise
And right about my life into the sunrise
Lookin' at the smoke where the twin towers stood
Forty blocks away forty stories high I could see it good
But we been at war and under attack
We got P.O.W.s fightin' to get back in jail
And these affected by the poverty war
We pack gats frontline and will endure
I go to bed with god and wake up with the devil
In a battle I blacked out and beat a man with a shovel
Its obligatory that you hear my side of the story
He had the face a fear, shakin' like a leaf on a tree
You just another potential casualty
This is a walkin' corpse song and the beat is your conspiracy theory
And the time is getting more scary
So pack when necessary and say your L.O.D. Hail Marys
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Yo I'm eye of a tiger inside the head of a liar
Give 'em pure hell brimstone and fire
This is MC cannibalism by connoisseur
From the lyrical lexicon matador of metaphor
Yo from the little voice in my conscience
I might just leave your fuckin' ass unconscious
Yea I seen you wit with that smirk on
You little fuckin' clown I turn that smile into an upside down frown
Produce chaos in the culture of the enemy
You will never posses the skills to defeat me
I be the all eye seein' you hear it sporadic
I rhyme at will be on your ass automatic
With thoughts of power I rain thunder showers
I eat a lot of brain food and you'll get devoured
Man hunt chase of the night stalker off da leash walker
My dog is a fire barker
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Yo from the instinctual coming of the insect
To the mind of a genius and the heart of a prophet
To them bootlegged niggas and the chicks that cop it
Ask anyone they know how the fuck drop it
And coastin' constant motion essential
With fusion nuclear potential
You hear a cold whisper you see da mask of a phantom acts wailin'
Deranged assailant
I tame the rage, isolate, chase and kill my prey
Walk the lion outta da cage
And that's a part of life or should I say death
Reach in your mouth snatch out ya very last breath
Searchin' my subconscious for the meaning
I'm sweatin' blood bullets cause my whole world is bleedin'
Ooh now check how I come at you
I will eat you defeat you I'm parasitical
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
There's no where you can run
No way to hide
The world is a cage and we all locked inside
So you might as well fight to survive
Y'all mythological niggaz is comical
The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you
And embalmin in your crew too
With the musical mystical magical, you know how I do
With word attack skills and vocabulary too
My rendition of this Edition is all brand New
You're through, I'm inter-planetarian like Doctor Who (who who?)
So Who! (who?)
Born to get tripped on, word is bond
I'm kickin rhymes til the A.M. vultures swarm
Not Quincy but I'm Back on the Block and not sellin crack
I'm comin in with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you sayin black, with all that yackedy yack
My artifacts can't be beat with bats
I'm sayin, I eat up everthing up on the menu
and bend you and send you swayin, to be continued...
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that!
I get ENYA
(repeat 4X)
Spur of the moment opponents are suspects
Caught up in precipitation reign of the tech/niques
I speak my concepts freak
The ich-ni-son-shi funk figures of speech
Now that shit is in the open, I'm open, tokin, scopin
Waitin for the next nigga to get opened on
And break him down like a organic compound
That's the weight of the world as the Earth goes round
Now, how the fuck you sound?
I represent my clique, Microphone Pound
You better pack your leather, dope, or medication for the shakin
Meditation from the earth-to-quakin shit that we be bakin
Never fakin I gets down for my crown clown
Shakin the membrane of Encyclopedia Brown
Freakin the funk in any throwdown
While listening to the sounds, of ENYA...
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that!
I get ENYA
(repeat 4X)
I comes down breakin ground
So back up offa me and sit yo' ass down
Now when I'm on the microphone I roam through zones
But don't be tryin this shit at home
No matter what race creed colour him or her
I comes sweeter than Jeru, and Damage an amateur
As chronical facial disorders occur
I'll assassinate your character's caliber
I channel my anger, from the double edged banger (Banger!)
and turn into the microphone strangler
Stop tryin to see where your eyes can't follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave and cuss so it's a must ya get bust
We're not to be fucked with, Toys Ain't Us
For eternity, through infinity
I eternally, get ENYA...
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that!
I get ENYA
(repeat 4X)
What you folks want? Yeah
We got the funk so come on down
What you folks want? Yeah
We got the funk so come on down
What you folks want?
A new bounce, yeah
Throw your elbows back
Twist your waist round, yeah
Throw your knees up, okay
Get your swagger back, get it
Get your swagger back, go get it
Come on
Gimme gimme watch you got
Full blast all night
'Cause I got my swagger back, say what
I got my swagger back, okay
You better get your swagger back, lets go
Come and get it, good and plenty
We come to get every penny
Short and tall, freak 'em all
Fatty patty, skinny minny
Oky doky, niggaz envy
'Cause they know they bitches feel me
Blacky whitey, darky lighty
Put your lights out nighty, nighty
Open door, kicking ass policy
Y'all niggaz really kill me silly
Put you out your misery
See listen me, listen we
Pack that artillery
Niggaz get out a line
Roast them rotisserie
So shoot fly, don't bother me
Y'all bitch ass niggaz ain't shit to me
You crazy leave you swazy baby
Blast through your arteries
All the ladies be like
Damn Murray, why you want it like that
'Cause trick I got my swagger back
Come on
Gimme gimme watch you got
Full blast all night
'Cause I got my swagger back, say what
I got my swagger back, aha
You better get your swagger back
Let's go
I know you love it, so you peep it
How we freak it
So indecent how we stack dough
And keep it, always buy it
Never lease it
You look at shorty, looking decent
Take it, beat it, never eat it
Then tell that bitch, bitch beat it
My team can't be defeated
With them things you will be greeted
Catch you coming out the precinct
Now niggaz want to peace it
But too late I release it
In your face I decease it
Full of grace when I speak it
Niggaz be like damn Murray
Why you want it like that
'Cause black I got my swagger back
Come on
Gimme gimme watch you got
Full blast all night
'Cause I got my swagger back, say what
I got my swagger back, okay
You better get your swagger back
Come on
We give you something you can feel
Think I won't when I will
You ain't street you ain't real
You ain't Keith, you ain't ill
Lick shots in your grill
Fuck cops blood spill
I'm from the gutter in the ville
Make a nigga lye still
In the pine box when I pop that blue steel, steel
Fresh out of jail, got a new deal
Few mill cheat lie rob still
Give you bitches all a thrill
I'm chilly, chill for really real
Cop the illy on a hill
Fam a lam, roll a Phil, let's all get ill
'Cause I got my swagger back
Come on
Gimme gimme watch you got
Full blast all night
'Cause I got my swagger back, say what
I got my swagger back, aha
You better get your swagger back
That's right
Gimme gimme watch you got
Full blast all night
'Cause I got my swagger back, say what
I got my swagger back, okay
You better get your swagger back
Alright
Throw your elbows back and
Twist your waist round and
Throw your knees up and
Get your swagger back, come on
Gimme gimme gimme gimme
Gimme gimme gimme
I got my swagger back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, get it, get it, come on, come on
Get it, get it, yeah, get it, get it
* sample repeats in background from redman's "cosmic slop" (4x)
--> attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey
To hell and beyond
[erick sermon]
Hahaha
Good evening all you blunt smokers
Welcome to the darksides of def squad
Where you bout to hear the voices of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, keith murray
Takin you to the legion of dume, and beyond
This is a pay per view event
Some shit you wanna hear, yaknahmsayin?
Let's get ready to rumble, yeah..
[lbm]
When my, funk's mastered like flex
I touch more earsets than nynex
Lbm puts words together like triple yahtzee
Performin open heart surgeries with a hand-grip shottie
My creepy wisdom mixed with leaky ism splits em
And attacks the rhythm like an exorcism
Blood leaks out my ink pen, I start killin
Stinkin, bitches like ? ? joe rifkind? ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle angels from a brooklyn angle
Rectangular mangle (and tango) incur single
[e. sermon sings like method man]
P-a-s-s-i-o-n
[passion]
As the world goes around, I'm breakin down competitors
Like the predator, niggaz check my metaphors
(yea, word up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip inside the steel
When the verbal starts to peel, motherfuckers know the deal (yeah)
Like ac/dc (word? ) I'm charged off the energy
The cipher is my soul psych the soul is my serenity (word up)
Time and time again I grip the pen with a vengeance
Disruption of your cypher niggaz label me a menace
The villain, I'm feelin, another, lyrical combustion
Eruptin, bustin out my brain (whoo!)
So ignite the flame it's the lyrically insane
I, open up the vault searchin for the buried treasure
With ? ? in the brain, increase the measures do whatever
[keith murray]
Whatever.. niggaz! k-keith mu..
Keith what? y'all niggaz don't want it, I get widdit
Quicker, than a nigga with a piss-bag done shitted
Niggaz, be like, quit it
Cause my renditions be expeditions
For niggaz on them straight looney missions (nigga)
Funk lord productions be sayin somethin (word)
For niggaz in the street who wanna fight
And press charges, I got somethin (bitch)
Throw that, you could get the bozack
Cause I leave homicide mummified and all you hoes know that
[erick sermon]
Right about now, it's kelly kel
Kel vicious, bout to get.. ill
[kel vicious]
I make a hundred crews give me enough respect
Cause my shit got the major funk effect, so check it
Select it, my rap style be highly respected
Challenge kel vicious get burnt, expect it
I'm twenty-one, and I'm a phe-nom-enon
The def squad, l.o.d. live on and on
These forty ounce drinkers, drinkers, big drug sellers
Smellin like a blunt and if you front I'll split your melon
What's your name? kelly kel, where you from? I'm from c.i.
What the fuck you wanna know for punk? you ready to die?
Your biological clock, is tickin while I'm kickin
Forty ounce dreams of blunts and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
This is mr. kel vicious with the ill funk flow
Knockin punks out like my name was riddick bowe
* sample repeats in background from redman's "cosmic slop" (to fade)
--> attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey
To hell and beyond
[erick sermon]
Yo, haha, and that was just like I told ya
Was gonna be for all them niggaz
Rockin daisy duke and reebok pumps
Now get 'em, yeah, we gonna set shit straight
All y'all niggaz out there, let me tell you something right now
None of y'all niggaz don't know me
You crazy, punk ass nigga hiding behind the microphone
(Y'all ready for this)
Yo, you's a lyin' frontin' fake ass thug everybody know it
You pussy and I'm just the one to show it
Word to everythin', I love and don't love
This nigga ran from me one night after the club y'all
And I'm very hardcore, I live out my metaphors
Don't ask me what happened just go ask that nigga jaw
I'll tear your roof off sucker punk motherfucker
I'll rush you, crush you, right
This is a constant reminder for you to keep shit straight
Stab you, throw you overboard faggot you dead weight
Rest in peace to all those who thought I wouldn't do it
Crack craniums is what you get for thinkin' stupid
The bomb bazee kid is back in the house
So all you punk niggaz go back in the house
Violent as the bible, kill all my rivals
With the two piece with the scope on top sniper rifle
So stop tryin' to see where your eyes can't follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave accuse, it's a must you get bust
We're not to be fucked with toys, ain't us
And y'all niggaz ain't never hug no block like me
Sold workin' to fiends and hustlers and shook the D's
I ain't proud or braggin' but it's plain to see
Ain't half of y'all pussy come up like me
I run in these streets from sun up to sun up
You the type to get found in the back of the club stabbed up
And with the hands you can't get none
So you little bitch niggaz run for your guns
I see caps gotta get peeled
Some of them niggaz gotta die to show the rest that shit is real
And you know how it's done son
They pop a lot of shit, then finger fuck the phone 911
Yeah, so duck me when you step in the place
'Cause I'll spread that nose all over your face
Niggaz always wanna try to talk it out too late
Hit you with the dirty 30 and crack your chest plate
So stop tryin' to see where your eyes can't follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave accuse, it's a must you get bust
We're not to be fucked with toys, ain't us
And fuck critiquin' what I got what I say and do
Fuck him them niggaz and all of you
Yeah, and while poppin' your gums I hope you feel rich
When you done you can eat the peanuts out my shit
I'll rock you maggot redrum faggot
Drink come maggot you can't do me no damage
I'll shank your think tank, make you drink blood
Bitch, take off them fatigues and put on somethin' pink
I'll wake all up with the sixteen inch gig bone handle, oh, my Lord
And then I'll chop all up with the double edge fifty inch sir gladiators
What's that a sword, sneak up on you quite like a killer in the house
Put the barrel in your mouth boom, blow your brains out
Got talkers we doers
Catch you in the back retire you from runnin' like Carl Lewis
And I ain't going back to jail, hell no
Put me in your mix I'm takin' you to hell, let's go
So stop tryin' to see where your eyes can't follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave accuse, it's a must you get bust
We're not to be fucked with toys, ain't us
Yeah, no more battle and no more battlin'
You have been officially token out
Go wipe your ass, you piss bags, scallywags
Yeah, all motherfuckers stab crushin' niggaz
Nigga Sye Diggy, hell pity
My nigga Digie Grand, B.L
All you up there crushin' up niggaz
Big Africa, see you up in there too, baby
Keep my whole street unit is for same, word
Y'all niggaz know what time it is
Stray crushin' these niggaz
Yo when me rise, we keep it arise
Dropping it, on the streets every night
We grab the mike and tah keep it alive
Write rhymes ah when we drive
When we rise, we make people surprise
Let the semi up di eat ah my rise
They had to ... big ...
They’re trying to steal my style
Well it’s Keith, killing everything in the heat
Murray says that Murray and Keith Murray is me
...Jay bb beats.. classical melodies
They going hard, that’s what the streets get ...
From the days of going hand to hand and dodging federal felonies
Type is on the hill, then let’s be real
...checking over grill
It’s my time, I’ma kill them with my punch line
My style’s burning up like the sunshine
I’m lyrically inclined ah me don say
...so tell them fake emc, when wanna bring with the...
Yeah, that’s action greedy, ...i just represent di city
Yo when me rise, we keep it arise
Dropping it, on the streets every night
We grab the mike and tah keep it alive
Write rhymes ah when we drive
Keith glory ball so cold like Jake rock the nation
Broadcasting life and that’s a sensation
My creation has seen day like Jason
Psychiatrics back and forth from the track vocals pacing
In Indiana like a ...double Hennesy black with the Heineken chaser
...i take time out and whip your ass on intercourse
My instinct is instinct, ...you got the right street
But the wrong motherfucking yo yo
Yo when me rise, we keep it arise
Dropping it, on the streets every night
We grab the mike and tah keep it alive
Write rhymes ah when we drive
When we rise, we make people surprise
Let the semi up di eat ah my rise
They had to ... big ...
They’re trying to steal my style
And fuck calling me bad, don’t call me at all
Rest in peace to Big gun, Big L, 2Pac and Biggie Smalls
May bless they souls...
Shalom call the ... I can spit it and save the...
Jake is alive cause it’s track like the stars
You a coward on the mike behind the curtains like the wizard of oz
I roam with the death squad and the legion of doom...
Get better with time on Jason getting the finals
You can never in your life, fuck with Keith
Yo when me rise, we keep it arise
Dropping it, on the streets every night
We grab the mike and tah keep it alive
Write rhymes ah when we drive
When we rise, we make people surprise
Let the semi up di eat ah my rise
They had to ... big ...
