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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? We got the funk so come on down... |
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[Erick Sermon]
Uh-huh Yeah One two, one two Smokin blunts Mad Dog 20/20 We gonna get funky [Keith Murray] I grab the forty rip off the skirt Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks When shit's thick and no time to think Keith Murray gets busy off a Basic Instinct I puff a L and drink some liquor Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhfuckin sticker As God as my witness, with the sickness of a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulus My perpetual rebel intellectual Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either I float simply with the canibus setiva As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures And graphic opponents like Picasso paint in pictures If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head Once said by a Ph.D med Legalize and I'll advertise, cuz |
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Verse 1
Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every function with scientifical mad man consumptions with mass productions of mass conjunctions I display new ways of mc destruction 'cause ain't nothin' better than the shit I got makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof-tops I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks when I rock box your block my hypothesis on this is you niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quick or get dissed my brain bleeds mental complex feeds bring it on kid I got exactly what you need twisted metaphors to get your shit in star wars live forever like Bob Marley just because the mad matador metaphor rips the hard core for him and his them and theirs you and yours chorus: And it beez like that sometimes cause I can't control the rhyme I said it beez like that sometimes cause I can't control the rhyme I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy we keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy and it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy Verse 2: the most beautifullest vocabulist punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus my analysis is roughly calloused you better practice if you want to challenge this I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars you gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are the funk phat tracks lures you to listen as my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position learn a quick lesson of mic aggression so when I walk down the street there'll be no second guessing now you can walk the walk talk the talk back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray I'm a scientist in the mix like Plyx turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil punch you Grand Royal as you foam like boil Chorus verse 3: I played the many thousand roles of street life showed Whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight me and my crew be tight like Lavren and Shirley rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies emcee's always bitch, that makes my style all hard I role with nobody but God and the Squad me and my troops we knock the shit out the sides of dudes lettin the OJ juice loose on phat tracks E-d produced Chorus |
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Verse 1
When I rap competition perform disappearing acts I jam suckers like smuckers My squad is funky like a six pack of motherfuckers With conversation my creations will collider nations into confrontation Competition couldn't stand a chance I'll wear you out like if I had one pair of pants Murray emphasises cadarac poetry meaning you blind bats can't see me Throughout my career I rip year to year sucessfully Dragging debree in my vicinity My symbol is the sickle like the Grim Reaper My style is the greatest invention since the speaker A pyschopath with a knife in my voice The lyrical homocidal madman is top choice The scene I scope it first because I'm homophobic And then I rope-a-dope it And dominate the sight of bloody red Coming out my head leaving rappers brain dead I come through like POW! and BAM! Reppin' like the lyrical version of Shazaam (Damn!....) When I rap Chorus(2x) [L.L. Cool J sample] Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue [DMX sample] Believe what I say! [Keith Murray] When I rap Verse 2 When I rap one hand can't clap So lets squash the beef cook it and we all can get fat Try to swallow a line and you'll find I'm one hard act to follow rollow in my vibe Swallow and your throat will explode Sending you through schizophrenic episodes My style is so well off on it's own I leave it unattended and go see my dog about a bone When I'm the microphone ( When I rap ) And biting niggas will leave it alone I go together with the rythm like a sentence and some verbs And herbs so check out every word I kicked a verse for Father Time He put the world on pause cause I fucked his head up with a rhyme Diamond studded rough and rugged fuck it There's nothing left for you to do now but kick the bucket Dummy who's ever flipping It better be a round-off back hand-spring arabian summy With more concentration then an acrobat When I rap Chorus Verse 3 When I kick the gift of gab and I'm grim and I'll be god damned If any mortal or immortal man can withstand And not slam my jams cause I take them on a trip And flip the script with legit manuscripts Fogging up the mic with real legit compounds Mass mic Murray man flurries in the bound Oh what the fuck you fall and can't get up when I erupt So pass the buck cause you've been struck With the will I learn will I burn Off carbon dioxide cause I'm on the flip side Word conducter emcee destructer Millions be saying "That Murray's a motherfucker!" I dip and dive punch you in your eye In a battle if you try to lie in your rhymes when we socialize I'm beating Mother Nature down to her knees While making more papers than trees You can't be serious that's impossible I leave niggas laid up in the hospital Bandaged from head to toe and hat My shit is intact when I rap Chorus(4x) |
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Intro:
It's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit Hook: Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8) Verse 1: Keith Murray is this mic phychosis I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces I'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship Kick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest And pass it to the next They gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect So please fill it up and check the anitfreeze Cause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees I launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus Intelligence like Mr. Romp From New York unto the world over I walk MC's like Jesus walked on water As my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy I easily gets busy and takes 3 I'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja Hook Verse 2: The Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters Not quiters now forgetters Runnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is My delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers I'm like a mad scientist with this son I concock some shit that'll bust the sun I got the stunky funky illest funk flow For the glamorous scandalous world of radio So how you want? Headcreads or ceelo? I gets root deep like cavity cretes Rockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause And no claws the style is the son of noise Peace to the hardcore the outlaw raw Bug youngblood thugs, strong as ? 64 ounce jugs In the realms of the danger Hook Verse 3: Bust the contrast and how I forecast Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph With the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math Generating off the chronic By cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath And the ill shit that I craft It's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks But they don't know the half of the half The apperatus status of a maddisist I conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook Causin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber Killing every style in the book Like it's goin' outta style tomorrow My style is coming from down south and cross yonder I drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers Like spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers As my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe To the farthest reaches of the globe Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules This is danger Hook |
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