Keith Murray

Keith Murray - Yeah songtekst

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Verse One: Erick Sermon



Yo Troy, turn me up so I can conductthe disco inferno

Oklahoma aroma (uh)

I smell the roof on fire without Parliament

just Def Squad shit, dig it

Rhymes I be like liquid swords

You abandon ship, real niggas stay aboard (word)

I'm flexin' hittin' you in the mid-section

Drop for protection. Cuttin' you clean like a "C" section

I puts it down in my field. I sport a vest

no need for a Brooke Shield kneel

E, an African boy with charisma

A lyrical giant bigger than Lane Bryant

Su-per rhymes be twilight zone warp speed true indeed

Don't forget boy I'm still hittin' swithes

In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly bitches (word up)



Verse Two: Busta Rhymes 



Erick Sermon ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Def Squad ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah.

Flipmode Squad ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Excitement, my lights be shinin' on

niggas. Hit with more enlightment (yo). The major difference is in many

different instances. you drinkin' too much Guinesses. Now look at all the

witnesses (huh). I told you one thing for sure. When I gets down son, I keep

it raw. Break the law from here to Arkansas. Focus, I be the mostest, the

dopest. Rhyme flow bounce atrocious. Bag of weed, my niggas smoke this. Shit

I be stacking in jams. While I be packin' in what's happening. I'm charged

with interstate and trafficking. Rhyme calisthetics will make you see the the

Medic. Shit will break you down in order for to make M.C.'s like the

alphabetics. Yo, yo just go there practice. The fact is you do not listen.

You go ahead and get slapped up with a cactus. Ass backwards, fart on

mothafuckas just like BDP. I'm fresh for 9-6 you suckas. Keith Murray now.



Verse Three: Keith Murray



Yeah, yeah, yeah (Word up). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Busta Rhymes. Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah. Now if you know the words then you can surely rap along. Go

against the grain and surely get stomped strong. My squad is too high to get

over. L.O.D. is too low to go under. I'll rain on your brain and give you

visions of thunder. See everybody loves Keith Murray 'cause I'm on the top.

But i know ain't nobody fuckin' with me if I ever drop. It's all about the

bread. Spread taught to me by E and Red. Fuck them niggas talkin' out the

side of their head. Different day same shit. I heard a dope beat but if E

didn't do it then you know I can't fuck with it. Here's something you all can

understand. Fuck you coming from the fuck you man. Livin' in drama comma.

Trauma bubbling like lava. On site bomber to all wack rhymers. And if you

ain't tough don't wear my logo. And if you ain't fly you can't play with my

yo-yo. Cause who's pockets is fattest matters. I'll serve famous Keith

Murray's beef curries. Scattered rappers on platters. For tryin' get at us

knowing we the baddest. With major operation, mental observation status. I

used to love her then I got some common sense. Now it ain't funny, the bitch

better have my money (word up).



Verse Four: Jamal



Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah. Hash the tye, blaze 'em up 1 time for my

partner in crime. Who can I on my hip (why) cause niggas trip. Pull a burner

all you know is a murder occured. A curb swerver wana be server/ baller. Got

dome call hauled to the mortician for silly ambitious. I'm nice and precise,

hard like rock. You shook like dice and pop like glock. Amy shit knock the

shelves (yo, yo). Witness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho. Niggas ass

out, passout, excessively. Fuckin' with this manic-depressive will be the

lesson of your life. Spoiled rotten and plottin' and double shottin'. Packin'

always rapping but smacking a lot of action. I am in the house smelling like

contra-band. I demand your mic in hand, seriously as a man run it. 



Verse Five: Redman



Ay yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in triple pod. Circle back to back,

scoping all angles. Why does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled?

They drop 1 by 1 in the dark gettin' strangled. I come fresher than Summer's

Eve please. Squeeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related. I'll make

sure your loot and your wife and kids are confiscated. The lawnmower Red do

damage to circuit breakers. Go ahead and hype them niggas up, let 'em go.

Just a blow from the invincible will show 'em I'm original. Freeze, I'm like

Baskin and Robbin I'm robbing Haagen-Dazs. And the whole Hit Squad target

ain't nobody fuckin' with me. The potency that I blow from my mouth. Will no

doubt choke Jeeesus. Travelin' around the world with no Visas or American

Express. Just Jamaican excess (ha!). Can I impose on your cipher? Been

rippin' shows since your moms was foldin' your diaper. Niggas see me up top

dolo daily catch ease 600 V. On the mobile trailin' back to A.T.L. Swell some

more heads with that Long Island sound. That be thicker than cornbread

(money). Jersey tales from from the hood without Sonnny. And I know niggas

want me. That's why my blade keep me company. Slice your neck, stick my arm

down your throat. Rip out your artichoke.
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