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from Rush Hour 2 (러시 아워 2) by Lalo Schifrin [ost] (2001)
He's Back Keith Murray (Rush Hour 2) 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) [Keith Murray] 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 s 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 Olde E, cans 40's and quarts With creativity, and original thought And a twist of fate I twist your face, don't get caught [ : Keith Murray] 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 baaaack!) 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] 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 [ ] [Keith Murray] 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 [ ] - { to } |
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from R. Kelly - R. (1998)
It's gonna be a party y'all
Keith Murray rocks wide and universal and most come Combine with R.Kelly and prove it can be done Non stopin' Def Squad and Rockland I here somebody knockin', yo R the party's startin' Step into the crid with me tonight (what's up baby) Kelly's in the mood to make it right Word is gettin' all over town The party's over here and gettin' down yeah *Hands in the air (get em up y'all), drinks everywhere, party in the hills Keepin' it real, guests from out of town, ladies all around Me and the crew, doin' what we do Beat is bangin' up and down your spine And all the single women here are fine (it's a beautiful thing, it's a beautiful thing) Let your body give into your soul Release the freak and you will lose control Girl there's a party goin' on, my temperature's warm So let me freak you to the floor, while the bass is bumpin' All night if your body can handle that * Repeat Chillin' at the house on the hill We gotta' sing my my my like Johnny Gill Rich girl, poor girl get the same respect You can all drink for free and call Earl collect At the moment of truth with burden of proof We stacks the stuff and spread love like it's used The lyrical genius with R&B messiah And the roof, the roof, we sets on fire But as long as the party is jumping, we ain't concerned We don't need no water let the motherfuckers burn ANd everybody knew somebody who was there With they hands in the air bringing in hte new year, yeah ay yp, come on Nuggets on the wrist, it's just the shine 'Cause ain't nobody checkin' out the time Cash and clothes for days to blow your mind Maybe it's all good so there's tonight All we want is a party a reason to clecbrate Now that we got the money we dance the night away Nothing but the hands up * Repeat(x6) |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Shaq Fu-Da : Return (1994)
featuring Keith Murray
[Shaq] before anyone gets upset we're only sayin funkin' f you n k i n ah ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha that's right boy George The King Village watch this seven footer spit rhymes like a loogie funked up like some doogie warrior just like sazuki ah Twism man of steel organism combined with phat rhymes comin' from my wall prism in my league hoopers don't act their age you might be another dead boy front page I make more cash than the president find a bigger residence Shaq is the man and that's evident irrelevant, what them critics say until they come rhyme, come act, come play get out me way or come trip into this rhyme funk I'm nut-rageous, outrageous, like the Buddha monk it's about where you're from not where you went Newark, New Jersey, represent, represent to the fullest, you messin' round, you's a dead man prepare for the Redman [Keith Murray] oh yo yo yo, hold up due to certain circumstances, Redman will not be performing tonight but we got Keith Murray from the Def Squad up in here so, you know what I'm sayin', check it out never question who I am, black I slam jams with Redman, Erick Sermon, and the Shaq I wreck this with wreckless emotionless above any beyond the depths of physics with bio feed back techniques I speak over the beat so peep a true thug from the streets of New York where you get outlined in chalk and the herbest person gets foul like pork you walk and talk into tripizoid boy I can flipizoid, trapizoid on record all these MCs out here is a big dissapointment so I refuse to lose and ooze like ointment into a deconcentration I scrape you and your scab-ass crew up like vaxitration and if you're 6-9, 280, tryin' to get ill I'll have my man Shaquille O'Neal push your grill and that's real [Shaq] some choose to pack a mack, I choose to pack my Shaq twenty twos I wonder how you'd act if you was in my shoes this is how I take the old from the new all my nines down the line kick and lead it too rugged never smooth with this move as I flow on and on this track, my papes stacked in the back step up to get funk in your face '88 was Runs house, but '95 is Shaqs place cracked up like Boogie, from New Jack City high with the clowns, but down with the nitty gritty fool, child, with the high profile style kind of hoop-hoppa-listic wild come, get some from the one that freaks the fees, the foes, the fies, the fums I flip my style like a pancake flipper dive-dive dipper let me pull up my zipper I'm sick and tired of pissin' on this track Newark represnts lovely Redman and the Shaq for the '96, '97 Jersey is representin' always and fo'ever fo'ever and always Prince Street, where ya at George The King Village, where ya at Naughtyville, where ya at can't forget the brothers in Chilltown, J.C. Oakstreet representin' ha ha, and I'm out |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
(chorus) just because you came here
doesnt mean that you can stay just because you woke up this mornin' doesnt 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 verse1 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 40 blocks away 40 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 fearshaken like a leaf on a tree you just another potential casualty this is a walk n corpse song and the beat is your conspiracy theory and the time is getting more scary so pack when neccessary and say your L.O.D. Hail Marys (chorus x 2) verse 2 yo im eye of a tiger inside the head of a liar give 'em pure hell brimstone and fire this is MC canniballism by connoisseur from the lyrical lexicon metador of metaphor yo from the little voice in my conscience i might just leave your f**kin ass unconscience yea i seen you wit with that smirk on you little f**kin 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 alot 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 (chorus x 2) verse 3 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 f**k drop it n coastin constant motion essential with futition 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 thats a part of life or should i say death reach in your mouth snatch out ya very last breath searchin my subconscience for the meaning im sweatin blood bullets cause my whole world is bleedin Ooooo now check how i come at you i will eat you defeat you i'm parasitical (chorus x 4) theres 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 yea yea |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
[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? '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 Oh my goodness! |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
Artist: Keith Murray f/ Erick Sermon, Redman
Album: Yeah Yeah You Know It 12" Song: Yeah Yeah You Know It [Keith Murray] Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun {"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 f**k Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it [Verse 1: Keith Murray] Lights, camera, action you're on "Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on" I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word bond 'cause 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 "esi loco, dame un beso" Dominican girls, them call us negro I 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 speachy I stay off the meat rag boy (exactly) [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Seromon, bless a flow you know Hod 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 rite (how???) Check his cap make sure his pill rite (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 how nice I am The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 3: Redman] Im 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 f**k??? (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 gilla-cam Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan You as small as a kilogram I'm a plane ridin' over colombia, ya middle man I'm the boss Doc-ta Binaca Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day When I stomp Mc's out I yell "Annie Mae???" Whether I'm hot or not, pidgeons 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 [Chorus] - repeat to fade |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
[Chorus sampled from Rascalz 'Movie Star']
[Intro] She looks like a (4x) [Chorus - repeat 4x] {*ad libs through out*} She looks like a movie star Like a chocolate candy bar [Verse] (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, WHOO!! 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? hmm She can make the Grinch love Christmas How can I manifest her uniqueness in vernacular? (Like a chocolate candi bar) yeah that describes her [Chorus] [Verse] (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 [Chorus] [Verse] (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 [Chorus] [Outro] (She looks like a) We just buggin out a little bit, showing versatility (to fade) |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
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 Verse 1 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 air port 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 Chorus 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 Verse 2 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 moms 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 Hook 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 Verse 3 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 dont 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 ahh dog you breakin my heart [Chorus] |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
[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 x2] 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 x2] [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! [CHORUS x3] |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
[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 x2] 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 x2] [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! [CHORUS x3] |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
ONE-TWO, ONE-TWO
Keith Murray and Jazze Pha Servin em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell [VERSE 1] (Murray) 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 [HOOK] (Redman) 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) Let's smoke and ride [VERSE 2] (Murray) 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 Lookon at the clock it said deuce square tre Wit Georgia on my mind I 2wayed Jazzy Pha [HOOK] [VERSE 3] (Murray) 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 [HOOK] |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
[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 But Leesa gotta badunkadunk so I'm leavin you |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
[CHORUS]
Gimme Gimme watch ya got Full blast all night Cause I got my swagger back, say what I got my swager back, OK You better get your swagger back [VERSE 1] 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 I gotta 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 artery All the ladies be like (Damn Murray why you want it like that) Cause trick I got my swagger back [CHORUS] [VERSE 2] 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 Yo 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 [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] 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 vill Make a nigga lye still In the pine box when I pop that blue 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 [CHORUS x2] Throw your elbows back Twist your waist round Throw your knees up Get your swagger back |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Kell Vicious)
[Busta Rhymes] 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, lets give it to em, check it aw yeah [VERSE 1] Its Flip mode we be all over da 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 11 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 da 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 chanel After we fuck em all in da club frontin like they pussy don't smell Then they call me mister nice guy like Daved Chappelle How we just be pounding da pussy and makin it swell Fuck that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish bitch Niggaz till we see em in hell [CHORUS x2: Kell Vicious] 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 on smash [VERSE 2: Keith Murray] 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 Mr. Beef Curray Don't worry come thru and crush your burberry 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 teiy 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 m stanking ass [CHORUS x2] [VERSE 3: Keith Murray] 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 ol 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 everytime 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 thes 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. mutherfucker we gonna see you again [CHORUS x4] Yeah, Def Squad, Flipmode, 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 Y'all know what to do Don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry Ayo E |
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from Keith Murray - He's Keith Murray / Explicit Version (2003)
(feat. Man Child)
Yo, the fruit don't fall far from the tree Yeah, uh [VERSE 1: Keith Murray] My grandfather use to tell me This place ain't got nothing to offer you Don't you see all the changes everybody going through This family got problems and they do too But everybody wanna tell you what they think you should do He said watch them so called friends and them girls too Sonny do you like they did Jesus crucify you As he sat there in his chair looking out the window I'm thinking when you can't get away where do you go? (Inside your mind) man child never had a chance to be young Either you selling drugs or out there on the binge strung for some There's only two places to go the morgue or the Pen For some school is an option entertainment to alternate them Then they'll try to exploit you discriminate you Use you as a tool make money and live in luxury off you And we so confused we wanna believe in something So they promise us the world but give us nothing [CHORUS: Man Child] I say we can be all in this together Yeah, will you end up like, your family tree Tell me what you gonna do what you gonna do What you gonna do Your mind ain't too far from the sky [VERSE 2: Keith Murray] The death of a loved one remind you of yourself don't it? Knowing you could be next at any given moment Like Twine I used to call him a brother of mine His pops was a drunk and his mother was blind He use to stay at my hose sometimes my moms didn't mind We was just nickel and dime hustlers wasting time Living in the streets targeted and forced to kill Dualistically we learned how to lie and steal Gangsters of the future modern days thugs Seem like me whole hood is covered in blood Traveling a ruff life in the eye of the storm Now I wear their life stories tattooed on my arm Psyc's grandmother passed away on April fools day Then her funeral was on her birthday shit is real My man had four baby moms and two on the way And trying to make a living for them passes away in vein God bless him, ask Skeeta [CHORUS: Man CHild] Child of the streets well, well, well, well Will you end up like your family tree? Tell me what you gonna do 3X (Child of the streets, understand the habits Behind the child of the streets) [VERSE3: Keith Murray] They try to fuck my fame up tear my name up Turn around and sue me fuck my little bit of change up I knew it was going to be some shit to get me for some cream I saw it in my subconscious world like a vision At first it hurt me like a knife in the heart But by nature I continued to live out my part As art imitates life and life imitates art Don't respect the streets and they tear your ass apart It's important that my understanding understood But it's more important that it's understood in the hood And to all the females in the Pen stay strong Any day in jail girl is a day too long And for those who had to do what they did to slide Now running like a fugitive to save the live you live Put in a box saw my step pops He said boy Keith what the blood clot how much time you got? [CHORUS: Man Child] Child of the streets little sister Tell me where will you lay your head? Child of the streets little brother Where will you make your bed? Yall tell me what yall gonna do What yall gonna do Tell me what yall gonna do Tell me |
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from Imajin - Imajin (2004)
1 - Shorty you keep playin' with my mind
You tease me all the time but I had enough Maybe I should ask your girlfriends why Why you are so afraid to fall in love Girl I won't get next to you You know I don't like sweatin' you But something 'bout the way you make me feel You got me in this fantasy And all my friends keep tellin' me Shorty's kinda hot, so what's the deal? 2 - Cuz we been spendin', rollin', livin', showin' We got some time for play But you've been player hatin', waitin' For this rhyme to pass away Repeat 1 You only get the best with me I wanna give you everything And anything you ask of me I will And I don't want to front on you So tell me what you wanna do And if I'm not the one Just keep it real Repeat 2 Repeat 1 (Keith Murray) Now first of all baby, what's my name? Spell it backwards you read game I'm known for splittin' wigs and readin' brains And when I say splittin' wigs and readin' brains I mean breakin' it down conversation-wise Let me explain I'm in your corner, girl be on my team Together we could fulfill each other's life dream We both Gemini so we got 2 sides Our zodiac sign is the perfect sign Cuz she replied, "All Gemini's lie" I guess this is what it feels like when doves cry Your attitude is deep cover Won't give me the number Cold play me out like a foul, a bleep or a blunder It's like a burnin' in the chest, a cardiac arrest You look like you havin' fun puttin' me thru stress So in between time and in the meantime You do your thing and I do mine But don't play wit my mind Shorty, shorty Won't you please get naughty with me And if you really wanna I can be your fantasy You are so afraid, oh baby (Repeat 1 until fade) |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
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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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
[LL Cool J]
I'm incredible, I mix up shit like cake mix Keep it blazin hot, rhymes ?urn to keep you frost bit MC's is assed-out cause they lost it Peep my foundation, the way I reinforce it I monitor movements, precisely Makin niggas hit high notes, like the Eisley's Finally, some bitches I can touch up Tie em to the grill of my Six, pop the clutch up Hush up, I rush up, inside your cut Make you puss up, then bust up, cause my shit bumps This Don's Trumps, kill straight cats and all chumps Cause "Life is like a box of chocolate," Mr. Gump Uh, the ultimatum, lets abbreviate em LL platinum again, don't you hate 'im? A thin line between darkness and sunshine Five Percenters that was raised on swine Known to be wise, and you wise to understand Bringin me drama is a handstand in quicksand I've been?ot so long, I'm immune Your rap career get cut short like Poom-Pooms Chorus: Keith Murray (LL Cool J) Now, from the streets to the suites and all around the world, they all recognize we (Incredible) We can stand in the water and can't get wet, you can bet your last dollar we (Incredible) We gets it on in the worst way All the homeboys and the girls say we (Incredible) From one brother to another They agree with each other, lyrically we both (Incredible) [Keith Murray] Adios, mios, Montageune We're too hot to hold and too bold to be controlled Your only skin-deep, my ugly comes from the soul I find the leaks, and E plug the holes I have more beef than filet mignon But got smart, and flushed the bullshit down the ?como? Rappers just started rappin last week, get a deal next week And go platinum next month But pass the blunt, so I can stay hy- like -dro Don't act like you don't know, I'm about to fly a flow I'm three from three from a three-point land With more devastation than a nigga can withstand Remember me? Untouched by any emcee I add verbal assault to your mental injury Cause I'm the vogit, toat it, quote it Five-0 said freeze, man I blowed it Ryhme strategies, no one's bad as this I sew up the populace like a seamstress A prisoner, doing time and the bit A grown man, and don't play with no kids; I'm incredible! Chorus Lyrically we are both (Incredible) |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
I need a blunt 'fore I slap the shit outta somebody
Uhh, c'mon , get it up y'all Uhh, c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon , get it up y'all Uhh, yeah yeah , uhh, I know y'all like this one Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh, c'mon [Keith Murray] Yo y'all niggas will never see my level Rap so hot I slap box with the devil Tap a jaw, slap a bitch do what I like Got a sociology and money like Reverend Ike Yo here's your rap eviction , get out the jurisdiction Before I hit that ass with a cross a diction crucifixion Editorial, news flash, extra, extra Let this blast wit yo stank ass Face the ultimate challenge, style's got alot of knowledge Come in violence, leave in silence This beat's a b, so come on take a swim MC's cant float don't worry about them I'ma dupe like Patty, rich like maddie Slick like a caddy, but not your baby daddie Girls I got em locked, flavors come assorted So pop that koochie girl I can double joint it CHORUS This is for the thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party Who need a drink before you (Slap somebody) All my cats on the corner who's packed in the shottie Who need a blunt before you (Slap somebody) Rewind this jam and let it rock the party before, I Slap somebody I speak with more technique than karate cuz I, will Slap somebody [Keith Murray] Ayo I'm strictly from the street, that's why I get love Airin dearin niggas out in the back of the club With the mic in my hand, just got paid Take these suckers out till I get on stage When the girls see my face and they all get excited Dogs in the front row bout to start a riot Too loud to be quiet, too wired to be tired Yo E crank this shit up and get it started Get the crowd funky like the whole place farted MC's rest in peace like dearly departed Then it's all in togehther now, let me show you how I do it rock n roll style, and dive in the crowd Murray aint the average MC, I got alotta things But don't act conceited when you see me on the street I hang with the rich, keep it real with the poor Kick hard metaphor, cuz that's what I'm here for Catch me east of the sun or west of the moon Lookin butterfly like a caterpillar just cocooned Smooth like Thug Passion over the rocks So sporty they need to put me on a Wheaties box CHORUS [Keith Murray] Dearly beloved we are gathered here today In a special way to play on baby play The way you shake that ass girl is somethin drastic Fabulous , and fantastic Fly like a B-52 hot stepper Got Latinos yellin, "Wepa, ese loco, da le toto Pese mi culo, pape chulo" Whatever, the more the merrier, the longer the weave the scarier My squad is Def and we aint hearin ya B.E., to think quick with the speed of a cheetah Strip down to my wife beater Baby doll shake what you got, I'm not a playa hater, I just dis alot And don't slam the doors of the Mazzarati Because I, will, slap somebody CHORUS Bring me up somethin nice, cool to drink in this bitch before I Slap somebody Fix me somethin hot to eat before I have to go outside and Slap somebody Throw your hands in the sir from side to side before I Slap somebody FADE OUT |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
Intro:
Yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo This is for only certain people (word up) This is for all my peoples in the struggle All my peoples in jail All my peoples dyin' to live Verse One: On my way home alone I took the shoertcut through the danger zone Ran into alligator looking Jerome I jumped out the truck all drunk Nuts hanging out the car like "what?" Nigga, I gives a fuck He said "what up" I said "what up" He said "I need to be up" I went in my nuts hit him with a 100 yo He gave me a glare with sparklin' gold teeth And said Yo Keith, your product is always peace Yo son, you know I just got released I was on the block and got bagged by pussy police And they the reason why Calvin is deceased The bullshit will never cease but dough is comin' at least I gave him a pound and a hug Told him "hold it down thug" Peace I'm a fleece cuz its hotter than fish grease We was high as a kite Feelin' kinda petro I metroed My way back to the Montero Before I even made it to the car door I was rushed by 2 jakes and then 2 more so here wew are fightin' through all the excitement I ask What you lockin' me up for? One said Secret Indictment Chorus: (2x) There's nowhere to run Nowhere to hide The gates are locked And you are trapped inside Verse Two: Starin' at the face of the judge With the identical image of a true thug I shoulda smuggled in a shotty (word up) Cuz they tryin' to treat me like I killed somebody And what the D.A. had to say Wasn't justice in no kinda way Under the doc number 284389 We the people recommend upstate time I said your honor I can't even see that far That's when my lawyer started droppin' the repetoir He said your honor These allegations against my client are very undefient Toward the contrary The judge said Mr. Murray didn't I tell you if you in my courtroom again Your ass is gone a long time Then he presumed Plus your a member Of the notorius gang the Legion of Doom He said look at me Thought he shook me I turn around and the bastard Through the book at me I hope this teaches you a lesson A half a million dollar bail Boom This court is in session Verse Three: I reach the tear visions of pair Remind me I'm locked up So I got no chance but not to give a fuck Check out my perspective as it dropped A lock across ya chest And bust ya snotbox Technicalites make me wanna bust chops and cops And murder flocks in all actualities That's a necessity in my recipe Plus it was a black cop that framed me And if it ain't one thing It's another ask my brother Went in jail for one thing Stayed in for another So here I am frustrated Sittin' in jail Thinkin' bout all my unfinished business left in the world I hopped on the jack connect with my connect Told him what I was up against Plus they found a Tech Get the cash together Put up the car and the house We on the jail phone So watch what come out ya mouth In 24 hours I was out But the situation's never ended Cuz the case is pended To be continued |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
"word"- Slick Rick
Intro: Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All my peoples on the left rock on. All my peoples on the right. Word up. Def Squad rock on. Verse 1: Well it's the supersonical ginintonical Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Poppa Smurf I'm worldwide like on the web in your turf With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks For those that thought I wouldn't be back With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama Save the rah rah for your mama Bragadoshis prone to static Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin' I can't be dissed so you can stop tryin' And Keith Murray will prevail So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell Hook: I got the skunky funky illest funk flow For the glamorous scandalous world of radio "now this song is from all of us to all of them" (x2) Verse 2: Yo I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch Hit it with the Midas touch Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush Never ran never felt the need to run They know not to come cause they all get some I'm still fabulous still mackadoshis My dj still cut it the closest So who's an error when's a never? I melt through your butter leather And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater Deep as a river in a ragin' flood I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love Comin' less than zero modern day hero Deliver hot shit just like Dominos Keep it movin' or get it on Cause money talks and bullshit runs the marathon word is bond Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin' Word up son you we keep it rockin' Hook Verse 3: I'm like a character and my life is a movie Groupies step to me Do me Try to sue me Because I make a record got money in a car I'm a star? Naw naw naw that's bullshit paw In the black range look ya never ever worry Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' "That's Keith Murray" The name of the game is fame You know the price you recognize the God like Christ Masses of posses packed up schemin' Ladies love me they keep on screamin' Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today Some might listen to my music and try to say Nothin' other than "Yo this shit is dope" And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke From day to day month to month year to year I swear I tear any mic any stage anywhere I be the standards of which excellence is measured So for me to rock all day it'll be my pleasure Hook |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
Intro:
Motherfucker. You motherfuckers! Verse 1: Keith Murray flips the undergroup cut dope funk flow chromotose So listen close I'm like the undertaker turning rappers into ghosts Host and roast MC's like I'm suppose I can send L.O.D. to bust caps perhaps Bring E and Red and we can kick some raps This track is so sickenin' and bouncin' Make you nod your head so much you need counciling I flow to a rough kind of mode Competition run for cover cause I'm droppin' loads No brainer crossing over in the Range Rover Insainer pack heat like a super nova Keith Murray gets it on and poppin' Shut it down like administrative lockin' Marble face poetry poverty hard Perform like the ? We went from allies to enemies Stingin' like centipedes Sit around and watch death come in threes I burn like lye Gruesome like Faces Of Death parts 1,2,3,4 and 5 Hook: Everyday I got a new style hatchin' This is more than rappin' this is media hyjackin' "As long as I'm alive I'm a keep the vibe 24-7 365"- Redman (x2) Verse 2: I'm a leader without affair Soldier without a past Come around here frontin' and we gonna splash your ass And you feelin' me you drillin' me with maximum intensity Intentionally that's how it's suppose to be Spectacular monster rap or slasher At the nightfall I'm after ya like Blackula I rap with a Blackenstein frame of mind Aircraft fly when I use to push my braids to the side Slide from Keith Jekyle to Murray Hyde My battle cry make niggas wanna just lay down and die It's imparitive that you feel the heritage I provide Comin' courtesy but with no Jive ? freaka, conversatin' through frequent modulations out digital speakers I make you give it all you got don't stop for a breather Turn a rap aethesist into a Def Squad believer Yo Keith Murray can't be touched Plus girls jump in my flow like double dutch What Hook Verse 3: You went from a full course meal to a half chicken wing Girl you gotta grow up if you wanna do your thing You can't make me or break me but hate me greatly Call me on my birthday to try to aggrivate me Cause when I rock I got all the girls with me Got niggas bouncin' off the wall like spider monkey Bury the hatchet in the back of anybody tryin' to match it It's the vulture new fulture gonna scratch it while you catch it There's a hole in the bucket there lies a Nigga dead and stinkin' For sittin' around with his ass stinkin' Flamboyant undunted most wanted Those that don't understand it better get up on it God damn it The life of the party order hits like John Gotti But shhh that's on the low don't tell nobody The scientist of the George ave do work in the lab Test my experiments out on the ave They got you thinkin' but they lyin' anyways So when they gossipin' about us they got nothin' to say Don't play Hook Outro: Yeah yeah yeah once agian the incredible Mr. Murray comin' at you incredible Def Squad unforgeytable. Flippin' the script and all that other good shit We gonna let y'all niggas know to your face what's up. |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
Intro:
Mass hysteria illusion widespread across the world. Riots are reported in London and the United Nations is calling for an emergency meeting. Verse 1: A-Yo back in the day I sold hand to hand crack Escapin' jail all day to get my money back Starving' so bad that my stomach touched my back Anywhere that I went yo I didn't know how to act Oh his chain is phat Fuck that snatch that flash the gat When all I really wanted to do was rap (1,2 y'all) I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back Cla clack take that catch a heart attack I am the illest MC on the streets today But fans say wack rappers shouldn't come my way But I say I destroy crews like an AK Well OK please explain why you talk this way Cause you can sell a million records and be wack (word up) You can have mad skills and don't sell jack It got my brain racin', heart pacin', fightin' incarceration On the Internet in front of the whole nation In front of the judge with a grudge and no budge And no love That's how it is when you a thug If push comes to shove I rise above And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love Hook "Ooh street life there's a thousand parts to play Street Life. Until you play your life away ooow" Verse 2: Me and my peeps on the creep deep like sleep Hip in heat in the seat of the jeep The more I try to get out the more I realize I can't So I roll with the beat and sing the war chant The power and the struggle in the concrete jungle And the troubles in the rubbles of the brothers on the bubble And yeah I heard your story your fuckin' niggas bore me On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory You ask Joe you sad as John Doe You can fool some heads but the real niggas know (word up) Niggas try to get on the mic with no skills I got one question for you How that shit feel? You feel you keepin' it real but you fake as a three dollar bill My grandmother has more skill My man A+ put the bug in my ear But don't make me open that door and have to go there Because... Hook Verse 3: Truethfully I went from havin' nothing to eat To eatin' a feast I went from chillin' on the streets to livin' in phat suites I went from a twenty four hour day crime wave To workin' in the studio with E gettin' paid And it ain't no mystery people know the history behind me And if you don't ask somebody on the street But Murray never worry the girls love me very Make a hit record quick fast in a hurry Total captivation domination with conversation That'll be talked about by the younger generation Remedial MCs will always implement violence That's because they ain't got no talent So I suggest you rest and learn about the heart in your chest Never the less fuck who's bein' the best More small rappers unite for world peace (word up) And take back our streets yo Hook |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
(feat. Redman, Erick Sermon, Too $hort)
[Keith Murray (All)] Yeah, ride with me, yeah! Yeah! Ride with me Roll ya down windows and ride with me (Ride with us) Yeah! Bitch (Ride with us) Yeah! (Ride With us) Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us) [Verse 1: Too $hort (Erick Sermon)] Let's smoke this Oakland Indo don't roll down the window Start the car we ain't going to far You know that big booty girl you're always fucking wit? She got a sister, I really want to get Some Georgia girls, some College Park You already fucked when we get to start it off Park in a drive-way, it won't take long Do it like that it goes, on and on You know this the kind of the shit I know you want E made the beat, let me show you something (Yeah) Quite a few hate us, wanna see us play out But we got the formula to get paid now (Word up) You can't stand in the way of success We got the same job but you make much less I remember how it used to be (Like what?) before we had crack If you had a few hundreds in your pocket that was fat [Chorus: Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}] If you feel like smoking then (Ride with us) {Yeah!} Hop the train with no token (Bitch) (Ride with us) {Yeah!} If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us) [Keith Murray] Roll ya windows down and (Ride with us) [Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}] If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us) {Yeah!} And if ya hate fake niggas then (Ride with us) {Yeah!} And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us) [Redman (All)] Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us) [Verse 2: Keith Murray (Redman)] Aiyyo, I lick two shots it's heard around the world Check out our forty and a blunt can take a nigga girl (Take a nigga girl) Like E ? don't say nothing I'm hunting (Word) On the microphone, it's the eve of destruction (Yeah!) As the world goes around like passion you get flat in a orderly fashion You was warn like a coming detraction I got playa hated, felt liberated Put em on a burner cause nigga violated (Word! Word!) We scamper like guide dogs through the fog If ya feel like you wanna hop, leap like a frog (Like a frog!) Like a Sergent General, get busy chief (Word up) The fastast way to spell wrong relief is Keith! (Keith!) I leave you ass'd out like a cocain droute Aiyo, can I get a witness like Andre Crotch? (Crotch!) Niggaz need to stop frontin, bitches need to stop stuntin (Word!) Cause they know fuck well they can't stop my production [Chorus: Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}] If ya like smoking then (Ride with us) {Yeah!} Hop the train with no token (Ride with us) {Yeah!} If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us) [Redman {Too $hort} (All)] Roll ya windows down and {Beotch!} (Ride with us) [Erick Sermon (All)] And If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us) And if ya hate fake niggas then (Ride with us) And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us) [Redman (All)] Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us) [Verse 3: Redman {Erick Sermon}] Aiyyo, I got the, forty acres without the fucking mule Doc Ike Turner, giving mic's audio abuse {Word up} I smack a big mouth bitch, and her baby sitter and her lesbian friend, and That nigga with her I don't give a fuck I smack blood outta midget My tactics make Evil D say "Come on, kick it!" A black five with rims which could spot me in When I die, I snatch you like Doc Kervorkian So turn the beat up while Narcs got me on sweep up (Uh-huh) I'm lucky, I usually tote more guns than Peter (Ha-ha) I'll fuck you up till where you forehead and cut meat up You wanna box I +Square+ more than Madison Arena (Ding!) Backstabbing bitches and niggas, EAT A DICK! Plus, you never heard the Doc do nothing like this Backstabbing bitches and niggas, EAT A DICK! Plus, you never heard the Doc do nothing like this [Chorus: Erick Sermon (All)] If ya like smoking then (Ride with us) Hop the train with no token (Bitch) (Ride with us) (Yeah!) If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us) [All] Roll ya windows down and ride with us [Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}] And If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us) {Yeah!} And if ya hate fake niggas then ( Ride with us) {Yeah!} And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us) [Redman (All)] Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us) [Erick Sermon] Come on ride with us, ride with us Come on, ride with us, ride with us Come on, ride with us, ride with us Ride ride ride ride ride ride ride Come on, then ride with us, ride with us Come on, ride with us, ride ride |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
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 Whoooaaaa |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
Phase one
I grab the Henny and twist the top Guzzle it that's when the reaction starts I split the chalk with the dutch Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked Keith Murray's never smokin on babith Niggas give me dirt and I throw it in the garbage Actual facts, writin exact, sacks of African Black I smoke two back to back I smoke so much I choke out fire alarms With the towel under the door feel the effect of the bar Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell I inhale a gray smoke full of tram Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM Inahle it through your mouth, freeze like you froze Then *blowing sound*, blow it out yo nose CHORUS: Repeat lines 11-14 2X Me and the Funk Doctor Spot up top on the hop Block two big jig hot shots coppin mots Seasons slice precise, ice 'n' tights Chickenheads that circle the block twice If you chokin then pass cuz it's not a game Bitches hit my blunts and never feel the same They start actin strange and kinda erotic I try to tell her you aint nothin bout no chronic Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk And light a fat one up for the sargeant general of New York Who determine gettin lifted kill brain cells maybe If it wasn't for weed, niggas would be goin crazy So smell it from afar, comin from the bar Or rushin out when I open up the car door Whether home or party in a bag or a jar Put that lah in the air and represent with a stand form CHORUS 2X I'm not sayin I'ma a pothead, cuz I'm not I'm just sayin that I smoke alot Catch me in V.I.P. smokin with Dennis Scott Or after the show in the parkin lot I only buy weed from a selective few Cuz niggas is wicked and they will get you I ran outta blunts got some paper from your mother She had extra weed so we rolled another No doubt, I hear you out Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out I'ma kite cuz I missed the buddah spot before the flight And damn we gon be away for like 12 nights So here I am in Amsterdam gettin high again You know what, come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze Then *blowing sound* blow it out yo nose CHORUS |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
Yo shit is real dog, you know?
Stay out the web, 'cause once you get caught up in the web That's it, you know? They get you they got you good Yo do the knowledge, take notice, stay focused Shit is real, and it's real hard out there, for a black nigga [verse 1] Ayo the way they doin me I can't stand it Branded as a social bandit, but I'm a man and i'ma handle it I'm not the first and I won't be the last Just look how they did pac and tyson in the past Yo at times, sometimes, I feel like I'm cursed Because my life done went from bad to worse Through all the stressful moments and all of the worry I'ma still remain the same keith murray Because I know deep in my heart God is on my side If I gotta do my time, then i'ma do my time They label you wrong, when you try to do right And then they wonder why a con is so uptight I'm just livin proof, of when you livin the truth I been goin through bad times, since I was a youth Now look, they got me locked in jail People wonderin will I prevail or fail But only time will tell My mind, just now and then Lookin down the corridors and wonders what might have been It was a bad day [verse 2] Yo, I wouldn't even stand here and lie to you, yeah it's true All the shit that you hear about I'm goin through And we good people at heart jesus knows that we try So I wonder why we get a break no time My little sister just died, and the judge let me fry And now I gotta kiss my lil daughter goodbye All the pressure, make me wanna grab the tech off the dresser But understand that don't make you a man So I address the, situation best way that I can With a letter to the senator, from the lyrical political prisoner That the system label a sinister In jail while I confess my sins to the minister It's enough to make a nigga go a-wall But for now I leave it in the hands of the lord It's a real situation we all go through You know, unfortunately, today was a bad day Word, recognize, I'm no different from you You no different from me, you know It was a bad day [verse 3] No slack for the rapper, no rest for the worried Now everybody in the world heard of keith murray When the hype dies down and reality sets in We all goin through the same thing for a friend And it ain't nothin good in the hood Your own people will stab you in the back Set you up and get you good From the start, I came from the heart Giuliani got the nerve to oppose the million youth march They confiscated my passport, though I might of boated I'm young black and dangerous that's why I got railroaded And magazines, as if it's been misquoted, let it be noted They can't break me to the streets I'm forever devoted Yo I'm tellin you man, this is life, you gotta live this life Would you fall, would you make it, you never know Today was a bad day Livin proof of the truth, locked the f**k up, on some bullshit You know, you livin, right or wrong It was a bad day But yo keep your shit tight, 'cause when the get you they get you good I had a bad day Yeah, I understand you had a bad day |
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from Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001)
[Verse 1]
I'ma take you back to day one, livin in this New York slum It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some Moms left at 15, had no American dreams To this day, I'm sellin to my cousin who's a fiend No one would got me but my older brother Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother But didn't care back then, that's why she left like that Now my parents became the street, and it's best like that [Verse 2] Some nights I pray to God and ask him to pull my cord Cuz times is hard like the opposite street'll leave you scarred Street wise with no respect for authority and shit A chronic hustler of crack, a typical bitch Raised by madu who strung out on a glass dick But every now and then I blessed her with a hit So she don't have to trick It's prevalent amongst kids today Hustle krills, stack dough, and everything's okay HOOK It's the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation (I gotta live) It's the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation (and I gotta live) [Verse 3] My life in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls It was rough growin up around the boys and girls After daddy left, shit was a mess, momma stressed But I give her an award, cuz damn she tried her best Holdin down the household, barely had money to fold Christmas time, cherished our little shit like gold I can't front, daddy was still there for me, cared for me But him and mommy breakin up was like a nightmare to me [Verse 4] Yo this is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers Success is nothin if it aint if it was with the others We gotta make the best out of this terrible situation If not for us, for the younger generation We gotta break the chain, and deal with the pain For all our people that was slayed in vain (revenge) For all our peoples that was falsely framed (revenge) For all our peoples that's livin the name HOOK [Verse 5] Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me under the wing And then I teamed up with the most beautiful thing In the world, cuz L.O.D. we all we got I'm a fans and my mans keep it like it or not I know it hurts, havin to do everyday dirt Police all over my back, feel like bustin them jerks When I'm my road to the riches, I stay away from snitches And them bitches, and keep my mind on business [Verse 6] Life was tough so I became aggressive like a pit The only time I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit Thinkin me and my team can be tight like the gambino Muscle in the hustle scene respected like Leno It gets deeper than the words of Proverbs New thoughts emerge, as I cop the squat on the curb Thinkin the herb strengthen my brain like spinach And heavy shine, flooded with ice might reduce my self spirts [Verse 7] Stick em, my life is so real it hurts Like when I saw my pops bein driven off in a hearse Like when I saw my mother bein driven off in a hearse Like you school when the roach crawl out my shirt Like on Thanksgiving when we got free food from the church Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc Rockin been stripe knees and latigra shirts Back then L.O.D. was puttin in work From the cradle to the grave We all in the struggle, we gon struggle, we gon strive to stay alive All my real people know what I'm talkin about Watch each other backs Word up, my life is nothing without my niggas, word up |
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from Erick Sermon - Music (2001)
(feat. Cadillac Tah, Keith Murray)
That's hot (crazy) [Cadillac Tah] Yeahh, gangsta! What the fuck nigga? Cadillac Tah, uhh E-Dub - this fuckin beat is gangsta nigga Word, uhh, c'mon, uhh Whattup Murray? Welcome home nigga Yeah, let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style Yeah, uhh, c'mon, yeah [Erick Sermon] Yo, aiyyo I be the bandit, make dough expand it Army bag full that blow mass transit Cats can't stand it, oh God damn it Invade earth like a UFO landed Rolex or standard, you got cheese Grant-ed You still can't hang with the Green Eyed Bandit Your chains tampered, caught red-handed They asked you to run ya jewels and you ran it Smile you on candid, fake thugs canned it Got shot and +Scream+ed, like Michael and Janet Tape SoundScanned it, b-boys slammed it Gots to play my tune cause radio demand it This here's the real, hardcore steel Boogie Down Production, KRS-One feel That there's the deal, Ron grab the steel Set b-boy stance and grab my deallz [Chorus: Erick Sermon] Yo yo watch 'em rings (up dem thangs) Or your cheese (up dem thangs) Your credit cards (up dem thangs) Yeah right now (up dem thangs) Your car keys (up dem thangs) The accesories (up dem thangs) Cristal bottles (up dem thangs) Yeah right now (up dem thangs) [Cadillac Tah] Yeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang With diamond clusters - POV CITY HUSTLERS! Y'all niggaz is busters, Mr. Murder A.K.A. Cadillac and rat-a-tat BLAM! Niggaz be shot for blue rocks, you not Willin to die so UP, DEM, THANGS Or the bullets'll fly TOUCH, YO, FRAME Believe me it's nuttin mayn, spittin lead from heat dogg This my bread and meat, picture me starvin Got a degree in robbin, kickin in doors and runnin In stores boy I'm heartless give you the whole cartridge You look like a smart dude, relentless So resistance ain't a smart move, BLUKA BLUKA! Let 'em have it for the karats silly rabbit get nailed When the hammer swingin Chop your hand off and sawed off your diamond ring An' my nigga Murray touch down on it, time to push it [Chorus: Keith Murray] Oh y'all niggaz flashin dough? (up dem thangs) Oh y'all all got chains? (up dem thangs) Oh y'all got diamond rings? (up dem thangs) Yo y'all niggaz know my name (up dem thangs) Oh y'all niggaz got benji's (up dem thangs) Oh y'all niggaz playin games? (up dem thangs) Oh y'all think shit is sweet? (up dem thangs) Man we take it to the streets (up dem thangs) [Keith Murray] Listen young boy this here ain't no game You comin around us you gon' up them thangs Rings chains and watch, and your ears give me the rocks We stickin motherfuckers for they shoes and socks You got Benji's? Up 'em - chains? Tuck 'em Nah, I don't love 'em - get 'em, yeah fuck 'em We supposed to be brothers - oh you tryin to kick some knowledge nigga? Save that garbage and come up out your pockets Before money wasn't a thang, it grew on trees Now my gat is in your mouth you yellin, "No Keith please!" I get another and another, a sister and a brother Who love 'em they momma love 'em cause I damn sure don't love 'em Run up on 'em like - yo, who got the weed? UP DEM THANGS nigga gimme dat cheese! If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain I strongly encourage y'all to up dem thangs (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) |
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from Erick Sermon - Music (2001)
Just like music..
Uh-huh, aiyyo yo, uh-huh yeah yeah, uh uh uh There's no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, uh Worrdd up.. Ahhh babyyy.. Just like music.. To relax my mind, so I can be free And ab-sorb sound that keep me 'round Doin my thang, constantly with no worries Peace to Keith Murray.. ("just like music") To keep me flowin and keep me goin and keep me growin, and keep me the E from knowin What happens out there, is not my concern You wanna die it's not my turn ("just like music") To do somethin to me like jump in the Mercedes On the highway, doin over eighty Without music baby.. ("Oww! I'll go crazy.. just like music") Make me call my homey on the phone Like there's somethin new out, that got me in the zone Just that feelin, got me I wish music can adopt me ("just like music") (Chorus: Marvin Gaye) Turn on some music, I got my music Turn on some music, I got my music Turn on some music, I got my music Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music Put me in the mood with my woman Got me in the ear, sayin sweet nothings Make love come out the mouth, no frontin Like all of a sudden, ("just like music") Takin away your worries and cares Any problems, music'll be right there Together match yo, we a perfect pair Is that true Marvin? ("Yeahhhhh! Music") Yo, to get you to bang this Body soul-snatcher, universal language It be the light, so open up This is it, what the fuck? ("just like music") One fly tune That have black and white vibe in one room No confrontation, parlay all night It's just the sensation ("just like music") (Chorus) (Marvin Gaye) Music is the soul of the man Music makes a, happy day Music makes a, cloud flow by baby Your music is my tears in-side my eyes (just like music) Your music makes me want to sing Girl music, is a joy to bring (just like music) Music is my heart and soul, more precious than gold (Turn on some music, I got my music) Happiness for days, justice all the way (Turn on some music, I got my music) I love your music baby (I got my music) (Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music) Hey (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music Just like music (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music Just like music (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music Just like music.. {*fades out*} |
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from Keeping The Dream Alive - Race To Erase Ms (2001)
[Keith Murray]
It's gonna be a party y'all Keith Murray roacks wide and universal and most come Combine with R. Kelly and prove it can be done Non stoppin' Def Squad and Rockland I here somebody knockin', yo R the party's startin' Verse 1: Step into the crib with me tonight[what's up baby] Kelly's in the mood to make it right Word is gettin' all over town The party's over here and gettin' down oh yeah Chorus: Hands in the air[get 'em up y'all], drinks everywhere, party in the hills Keepin' it real, guests from out of town, ladies all around Me and the crew, doin' what we do Verse 2: Beat is bangin' up and down your spine And all the single women here are fine [it's a beautiful thing, it's a beautiful thing] Let your body give into your soul Release the freak and you will lose control Pre-chorus: Girl there's a party goin' on, my temperature's warm So let me freak you to the floor, while the bass is thumpin' All night if your body can handle it Chorus [Keith Murray] Chillin' at the house on the hill We gotta sing my my my like Johnny Gill Rich girl, poor girl get the same respect You can all drink for free and call Earl collect At the moment of truth with burden of proof We stacks the stuff and spread love like it's used The lyrical genius and R&B messiah And the roof, the roof, we sets on fire But as long as the party is jumping, we ain't concerned We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn And everybody knew somebody who was there With they hands in the air bringing in the new year, yeah ay yo, come on Verse 3: Nuggets on the wrist, it's just the shine 'Cause ain't nobody checkin' out the time Cash and clothes for days to blow your mind Maybe it's all good so there's tonight Pre-chorus: All we want is a party a reason to celebrate Now that we got the money we dance the night away Nothing but the hands up Chorus(6x) |
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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
Intro: Dr. Trevis
Ha, ha, ha. This is Dr. Trevis, coming to you live In this motherfucker, Keith Murray. L.O.D. From the city niggaz, ha ha ha... Verse One: Keith Murray Keith Murray's still coming from the north, south, east, west (yes) Obsesssed with my success will make me crack your treasure chest (yes) Hot tales of terror slip from my lip clearer Slip up the L.O.D. will be behind you in the mirror I make MC's go from regular to fantasize Realize my Squad be categorized I think the devil's in this beat, fuckin with my speech Makin me do his dirty work Makin niggaz kill each other on the streets Mo murder, mo murder Make no mistake, baby L.O.D. traditional Don't make me have to come lookin for you So, see what I'm sayin and watch your mouth Cause my motherfuckin Squad hits the streets like a blackout What is exactly real? What is represent? I see MC's down and get in my last hits (bitch) Niggaz be around like "Yeah" That's what you get for jumping in the ring with a bear Chorus: repeat 2X Call my name and I'll come runnin, gunnin All ya'll bummin niggaz will get done in Verse Two: keith Murray My Squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors All you niggaz seem to hate us but your baby's mothers love us I'm the grand royal, hard to wear and tear Rap specimen, pissin on all you mere peasants With virtuality, poetry I successfully Bring crews agony in virtual reality See, first I puzzle your brain like The Riddler Then, I catch you in the gut like Jack the Ripper I'm the hot mustard dipper, money getter, mic gripper Wack MC get rid of nigga I take it to the extreme, and overkill like Dramamine Y'all niggaz is sweet like jellybeans Plus I knew your punk ass was soft I see you in the street, you try to talk my fuckin ear off I'm the high wrecka, mic checka Wilin out like Red Hot Chili Peppers Chorus Verse Three: Keith Murray I got def-ly breath control, with sick vocabulary making MC's nervous. Boy I'll do you plenty Which MC is in my category, if any, not many See you thought like Nellie, now you shit like jelly After the surgeoun is finished stitchin up that belly Niggaz want to get ill, I'll take it to stainless steel And show em how it feel You laugin at Keith? You're crying at yourself Cause beef with Keith is bad for your health Them bitch ass niggaz tried to catch me for my self I licked nine shots and jetted off in my Stealth Chorus |
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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
Intro:
If heads only knew! Verse 1: I make music of murder and mayhhem 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 f**kin' with the demolition man I'm seen on screens and magazines Pump, pump (don't sleep) but peace to queens I hollar allah u akhbar my peeps hold me down In the roughest pair of timbs that ever touched the ground Huhh hows about a broken jaw It's keith murray and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors Hook: 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 Redman: Rock, rock on Keith murray: Original rules, original rules, original rules x2 Verse 2: Now heere 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 incarerated 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 Hook x2 Verse 3: Pump the new smash platium single the thug star spangled banner Illustratin' grammer 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 'cause 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 Hook |
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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
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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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
[Keith Murray]
Yo, you think them niggaz out there impress me? Don't none of that shit impress me Oh, I'm supposed to listen cause they on the radio? Psssh, I'm ready I got, nuttin to lose in the world to gain I leave you slain and make your family relocate and change their names Like the West coast say, I'm bout the ?macolay? Niggaz be slippin when I be flippin and I'll see you next trip Cause revenge is a motherfucker payback is a bitch Especially when I'm coin with that Def Squad click Can you relate to an intense, motherfucker Gridiron mic cuffer, terror to the jugular Smother all the others, punk motherfuckers But I'ma keep it real, cause me and you is brothers It'll happen so fast boy you won't stand a chance Cause the L.O.D. put in work like red ants And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft Shit I craft, is harder than Chinese math Plus I lay you down for standing on Dangerous Ground Chorus: Keith Murray, 50 Grand (with variations) Aiyyo you're standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown Let's see if you know the bounds I said you're standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown Let's see if you know the bounds Aiyyo y'all standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown Let's see if you know the bounds Yo kid you standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown Let's see if you know the bounds [Keith Murray] Let's embark on this mission like Black Indiana Jones is eatin Pookie sandwiches and smokin chronic bones See I kill it a little, then leave it alone Let my man 50 G drag it into his zone [50 Grand] Now 50 Grand's in the room and Legion of Doom And if you sayin Def Squad's the bomb then I'll assume It's takes brain splittin compositions, makin incisions Dranin the blood up out silly niggaz, like morticians [Keith Murray] Now I'ma mack out and pimp the rhythm like Too $hort and Dru Down And wait for what go around to come around And beat it in the head with this, send em off into the unknown In and out of conciousness, kind of like a hip-hop microphone hypnotic Specialist in gettin inside artists, sick word analyst World's most foul freestylist C'mon man y'all niggaz know y'all can't get with this Chorus [Keith Murray] And kill the noise playboys cause we have no flaws We employ hits the whole family can enjoy I'll be masterin the Funk like Flex, mentally Etchin and Sketchin, speakin with my hands like Terminator X and scheme and get choked out like Radio Raheem My team'll put you to sleep and let you dream I'm not down with the East West coast controversy Me say you you say me, across the country makin millis I'll be glad to see a brother get paid for hard work But instead y'all steady tryin to ditch up the dirt [50 Grand] Yeah niggaz still tryin to toss salt in the game And y'all done read my name graffitied in the walls of fame Let me explain niggaz die for fame in this game my name's like a migraine, rappers get banged out the frame See some funny style niggaz in the house tonight With posses too thin to win, and too light to fight Think twice Chorus [Keith Murray] I had the last watch and y'all niggaz on the corner pumpin gas Nervous like you lyin to a polygraph [50 Grand] Come see a real show, cut off your flow, killin you slow One time for L.O., I'm like a thief, in your window [Keith Murray] Or catch us in the streets, herdin like cattle Defeatin rappers without contracts and battles, swingin like Mickey Mantle [50 Grand] Niggaz trippin like they wanna be me Challenge Def Squad, L.O.D. you livin Dangerously |
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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
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 Cant 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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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
Verse One:
Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room? Lookin' like the creature from the Black Lagoon There's gonna be a 187 real soon If some niggas don't give me some elbow room I'm runnin with the Legion of Doom Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon I track range between space and time And push back like receding hair lines That's the essence of the effervescence At this melodic dynamic shit progresses A mic murderer for hire As I sit back and watch your little gimmick backfire Under the circumstances in any order of events I be with sick niggaz rollin thick Dissin the system got America mad at me Like my name was O.J. Simpson Chorus: repeat 2X My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you Verse Two: Get off my d.k. you pitty pat bitch, stepped into the party People wonderin' if I'm a start some shit Prisoner of the media very often Cause people be blowin shit out proportion False information and bogus arithmetic Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating shit How could I? Why should I damage my career? Over a nigga that'll probably bust me out of fear Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass can't get out When I see you I'm a pull your dreads out your scalp Caution: code red I could kill you now but instead I'm a put this thought into your head I got the illest crew in the industry We could go to war for 30 years like foreign countries Yo slow your roll Cause I don't really think you know with what you dealin Chorus Verse Three: Man fuck bitches I'm getting money And laughin at these clown ass niggaz like they funny The grand imperial with milky material I be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal. One thing I gotta say my Squad never lost it Unlike you corny MC's out there who Farrah Fawcett Can't rhyme runnin your mouth all the time While Def Squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes Got the Funk Lord squeezin the life out of keyboards While each MC tear the frame out of mic chords Yo I was in the bullpen with them niggas pullin heists Grown ass men crying like little mice, but I'ma bounce true indeed Cause punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed Now I'm back in the city lights And all I can think about is keepin it tight |
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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
Intro: 1000 degrees Hot
Continuously, yeah Who's that crazy nigga Drinkin crazy pussy out of crazy straw Kicking crazy hardcore, crazy metaphors When I rap competitions perform disappearing acts Niggas ask why the Squad be on it like that Cause we stay with the lethal dosage Click on the Mic MC's run like roaches Truthfully I think them niggas is gay Always havin a party with no DJ I had to hold my head in disbelief Them short winded niggas tried to smoke the chief Of the frontal leaf Keith Knowing damn well they can't win My style is rougher than army gear and old timb The east coast say ill The west coast say ill My squad is def they don't give a fuck They say kill Cause we can all sing together That's why I pack the black gat up under the leather And keep it hot CHORUS: (3x) It's 96 degrees in the shade 1000 degrees I got nuts like Almond Joy, like Mounds you don't I say and do a lot of things some fake rappers won't Now I'm the show shocker plus the show stopper Down with makin G's and all the block clockers Down with L.O.D., the motherf-ing cop droppers Down with Def Squad flying through your hood in choppers Yeah we done been in more shit in the past year Than the bloods and crips care to hear Ear to ear, glock to hand, Mic to mouth, resuscitation Psychosomatic creation Killing off the nation of perpetration Player hating, bringin confrontation I'll shoot your hips up and make you bogle like Jamaicans I'm doing my thing, if you feel me do your thing Y'all niggas know my style I smoke weed on trains and planes Murderous material submerging from my brain Chumpin top dollar niggas into small change And make it hot CHORUS I'm the unfuckwitable incredible lyrical individual Boy your not suitable I work wonders over the beats It's no wonder phony MC's pee the bed Relax your head Accomodations and compliments of the infrared Theoretically, hypothetically, practically Actually ain't nobody fucking with me I'll sell your stupid ass the Brooklyn Bridge If you think an MC in your camp can fuck with the kid I want the sun not to shine for six months, to see who fronts While the Squad light up the sky with blunts If you catch a nigger dreaming Thinking he can fuck with my enterprise Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize Cause we be on their lemonade type shit I ain't no faggot but you derelicts can suck my dick I make it hot CHORUS (2x) |
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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
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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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
Intro:
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 Keith Murray: Yo Kel (What up?) yo answer this question Why are we the nicest in this fuckin' profession? Kel-Vicious: 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? 50 Grand: Now when I'm creepin' on a bitch M.C. 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? Keith Murray: I been all around the world hearing the wack M.C.'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? 50 Grand: 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. Kel-Vicious: I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker My jams be getting stronger While your shit be gettin' weaker Now Kel be playin' kids like the NY Knicks Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning Sounding like shit, off beat with no timing 50 Grand: 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 paragrah Holding niggas ransom, it runs in my blood Maybe my grandson might be wild like Charles Manson Keith Murray: 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 After the sunshine comes the rain Hold up, wiat a minute, let me back up and just explain Hook: 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 M.C.'s Stricly doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D. 50 Grand: Nigga your life means nothing to me, challenge L.O.D. The average nigga style sucks like a hickey 50 G, the M.C.'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 Keith Murray: Some 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 htan 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 Kel-Vicious: I'll leave a nigga dead, and stinkin' take his soul Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes Natural born killer, iller 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 paniced and frantic and can't take it Hook |
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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
To my man L.O.D., Def Squad
Hey yo, this goes out to my man Adrissa "Knockout" Beauwright and Anthony "Apple" Ames Word is bond I'm talking to my peoples all across the land Relate to the situation at hand I know everybody done been in some shit And ready to lay niggas to rest Just proove it but check it We done did it, seen it, done it, been through it Swigged it, guzzled it, copped it, smuggled it Rocked it, chopped it, locked it Now we got the whole neighbourhood going through it Ay yo, money in the hood makes the game go good We only rock black jeans, black Timbs, and black hoods Karl Kani wasn't even out, dressing fly Rocking jams is what it was all about We had dreams of doing shit niggas never heard of Then damn my partner got murdered CHORUS: (12) (This goes out) To my mans Hey yo, close the blinds when you cooking My neighbours be looking My nerves is shooken so fuck it I'm off to Brooklyn To my cousin with the devilish grin, devilish way of livin But fuck it, he's still chillin Adrissa "Knockout" Beuwright druck 40s all night While I did the mic something right Catching wreck or we was playing ball Getting busy in any little hole in the wall y'all Street soldiers with good heads on our shoulders Wanted to go to school to be doctors and lawyers Well I got caught up in the system with two ounces Had to do a little time in the big houses Before I even knew it I felt it Ay yo, yo your cousin Knockout got murdered, right? Damn, that was my man Ill keep holding on (2x) I'm on the cutting edge cause I'm young and I'm black Now I feel like I got a monkey on my back But you know I'm stronger than that of course I puff on El and stay mental just knockin em off I'm just a bill on Capitol Hill Listen to ym Squad members Then we go for the kill As I smell the vapors linger I saw jealousy bring the anger in the chest with a banger I'm on a rage against the machin, what I mean I want to see my people With more than just first of the month cream The situation's always looking grim Pregnant teenagers with kids and can't take care of em For them niggas who did it, word to life I'm a get with ya Peace to my peoples, I'll never forget ya CHORUS: To my mans (2x) I'll keep holdin on (4x) To my mans |
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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
Intro:
Announcer: Can I have your attention please? Keith: On my way to JFK Announcer: Final boarding for flight 655 at Gate 14 Keith: I don't want of ya I'm on my way to LaGaurdia I'm on my way home or away, JFK (2x) Hey yo, anywhere I go I definately reo for mine Cause I'm constantly in a Def Squad state of mind I went to New Orleans and kept it clean Spitting, splitting rappers at they seams for the cream By all means Although I seen the green wasn't enough I jumped in the Lexus, went to Texas, pulled a royal flush Feelin like Tony Atlas, up in Dallas Rhymacutin with them niggas who be shootin up in Houston And do remember I get in ya in Virginia Swept N.C. and S.C freeze the West Indies Oh and I'm going back to Indiana and Alabama Did the ink pad bounce through Atlanta I be rapidly runnin through chocolate cities Like Philly, D.C., Cincinnati, and M.D. And Jersey, Lord have mercy Can't nobody serve me cause my world be free CHORUS: Goin around the world, goin around the world All around the world, goin around the world Goin around the world cause my world be free Goin around the world (3x) Cause my world be free Then I was touching ground Uptown As my rings gleamed in Queens As I cooked it up in Brooklyn for all the friends Kentucky was lucky I had to much Hennessey When I was representing love love Tenessee Kansas City, Missouri can speak upon the glory St. Louis can even tell the story Of how I dropp shit thick and cold like the snow in Chicago A major up in Ohio, I was pack with cactus tactics Up in Phoenix, Arizona set shit on fire in Oklahoma Niggas had their ears pinned to the ground listening When I was stomping through Detroit, Michigan You hear me sounding crispy looking all scandalous Swervin in the streets of San Francisco and Los Angeles Don't even ask the question did I visit Africa Shit I warmed it up in Alaska, smashed Nebraska CHORUS (3x) From interstate to tri-state to international Mr. Keith Murray always keeps it classical They had me up in England, mic stranglin Jewels danglin while my single jingle jangling Number one in my field, never defeated Went to Sweden demonstrated malicious mic beatings I was with my right hand man, Redman When I did the Ichiban crane style in Japan I transform like Dr. Bruce Banner Stepped off the plane and blacked out up in Canada I'm a million dollar man like Lee Majors Fucked around and hit the jackpot up in Vegas Yeah handin out vapors like bad news Yo I be everywhere puttin down y'all It's Def Squad y'all know my plans |
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from Keith Murray - Enigma (1996)
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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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Fuck the whole industry!!!!
You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery [Chorus: P. Diddy] (I want that) Special delivery!!! (I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!! (Can I have that?) Come on, special delivery!!! (Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!, special delivery!!! (I want that) We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!! (I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!! (Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!! (Well give it to me) [Verse 2: G. Dep] Aiyyo! Aiyyo! Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form Show power the child of the ghetto is born Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse Groove let the shit just spit now it's |
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