Keith Murray

Keith Murray - Rhymin' Wit Kel lyrics

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Intro:
 Come on  Yeah

 Hook:
 Who you wit? Where you at? (x2)

 Kel Vicious:
 I'm stanking strong
 23 years old now
 With the big  bang boogie and the big pow pow
 (Ay  yo  you Kel)
 Not much  just keepin' it tight
 With the Philly Blunt King gettin' high as a kite
 I got no time for bullshittin'
 I have to start lickin'
 Cause niggas get jeal off the shit Kel be kickin'
 Get your free head ups, cause I'm seven foot tall
 And I ain't scared of none of ya'll
 This shit is off the wall

 Keith Murray:
 I be the genie in your lamp, the face on your stamp
 the hip-hop rocker stompin' all through your camp
 We went from smokin' weed in bullen therapy
 to takin' suckers out on national TV
 So on and so on, furthermore in other words
 We kick niggas heads to the curb

 Hook:
 Who you wit? (Def Squad0
 Where you at? (L.O.D.) (x4)

 Kel-Vicious:
 I shook hands with all across the land from here to Japan
 Back to the motherland up to Canada
 Nigga I"ll Jeru the Damaja
 Your rap style is weak and it has no stamina

 Keith Murray:
 Ay yo, this is for the big quzzlers
 Gun smugglers, drug jugglers and chelua puffers
 Mister Armor to all
 You gonna take a fall
 For tryin' to walk before you crawl
 We'll kick 120 rhymes in 60 seconds
 Niggas standing on the sideline feeling disrespected
 While I dissected your shit get ejected
 I got Kel-Vicious the malicious next to wreck it

 Kel-Vicious:
 We can make this shit hot or we can keep it cool
 But as soon as a nigga violate the rules
 I get the spot hot quick, (Yo, Kel be illin' and shit)
 Cause I be comin' down the block with the pistol grip
 With all this violence in the world
 How could I not be a crook?
 I could stick a nigga up with my mean fuckin' looks
 Make a bitch drop her draws
 Grab the microphone and pause
 There's many casualites of war
 Killer Kel is at the door

 Hook

 Keith Murray:
 I be the mad, mad scientist, mad conquesting
 Getting quick dough like off-track betting
 Overall you niggas be dead on arrival
 Meanwhile me and Kel be buggin' off survival
 My supporting cast will bust that ass
 I got a beeper and a phone but you can find me on the Ave
 Y'all niggas definitely ain't got nothing fur us
 We'll take it to the streets on Stallone and Chuck Norris

 Kel-Vicious:
 You can wake up call, I got the intchy finger ya'll
 Can''t be sleeping on the block cause that's when I clock
 And it's New Jack City
 Smackig Motherfuckers out like bitties
 Boy your bad, boy your rude, boy our vicious
 Fuck it, niggas get bust now for lookin' suspicious
 I got a 9, pack 9 lives like a cat
 Word is bond, niggas try to bust I bust em back
 And I don't give a fuck about me or you
 I damage your whole family plus your crew
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Copyrights:

Author: Erick Sermon, Gil Karson, Keith Murray, Kelly J. Brister, Tyrone Fyffe

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

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