Keith Murray

Keith Murray - Sychosymatic lyrics

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Cow will burn ya  I'm taken MC's straight under
 And you can't see like Stevie Wonder (ha)
 Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone
 Throwin' your chromosomes like a cyclone
 And commerical raps get the gun claps
 A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps
 I'm a kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight
 Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word 'em up)
 Your sight will put you in fright (word) and none of you wanna fight
 Cause my game is mad tight aiight
 Yo E this might be my last album son (hell no)
 Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys
 I'm a fuck around and murder everybody
 And get crazy buckwild with the shottie
 You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 million karrots
 Cause I'm sychosymatic

 Hook:
 Ooh I might lose my lose (x4)

 Verse 2:
 I'm from the dirtiest stinkiest part of Long Island
 But in every corner of the world my style be wilding
 And I'm dead serious even though I may be smiling
 I'm conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie
 Coming to get you for your goodies
 So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels think y'all can creep
 But Keith Murray ain't losing no sleep
 I'll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax
 On wax with a bloody axe
 But on the real for the real the real I build on Capital Hill
 And ill cause of skill
 Breakin' shit up with degrees like a Count Crackula
 In fact the factor is compound fractures (uh)
 For every action there's a reaction (yeah)

 Hook (x4)

 Verse 3:
 We are the world! I'm shakin' and bakin' and takin'
 Niggas down to swirls and twirls
 I'm runnin' them off the ball like Earl and Pearl (uh)
 This is a basic general classic situation
 Can't nobody see me in God's creation
 I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations
 You can thunk justifications
 Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit callap (pow!)
 And make your lungs collapse
 You represent he represent I represent
 The sick bizarre twist is that I torment in my performance (uh)
 Kickin' brain twitchin' (yeah)
 My yobic topics, niggas be like "Stop it, you got the illiotics!" (yeah
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World (1994)

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