| Rock on. |
| All my peoples up top rock on. |
| All my peoples down low rock on. |
| All
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| My peoples on the left rock on. |
| All my peoples on the right. |
| Word up. |
| Def
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| Squad rock on
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| Well it’s the supersonical ginintonical
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| Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs
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| Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Poppa Smurf
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| I’m worldwide like on the web in your turf
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| With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks
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| For those that thought I wouldn’t be back
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| With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama
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| Save the rah rah for your mama
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| Bragadoshis prone to static
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| Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
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| Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
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| I can’t be dissed so you can stop tryin'
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| And Keith Murray will prevail
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| So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell
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| Hook:
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| I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
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| For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
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| «now this song is from all of us to all of them» (x2)
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| Yo I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch
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| Hit it with the Midas touch
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| Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush
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| Never ran never felt the need to run
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| They know not to come cause they all get some
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| I’m still fabulous still mackadoshis
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| My dj still cut it the closest
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| So who’s an error when’s a never?
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| I melt through your butter leather
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| And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater
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| Deep as a river in a ragin' flood
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| I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love
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| Comin' less than zero modern day hero
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| Deliver hot shit just like Dominos
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| Keep it movin' or get it on
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| Cause money talks and bullshit runs the marathon word is bond
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| Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin'
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| Word up son you we keep it rockin'
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| Hook
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| I’m like a character and my life is a movie
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| Groupies step to me
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| Do me
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| Try to sue me
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| Because I make a record got money in a car
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| I’m a star?
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| Naw naw naw that’s bullshit paw
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| In the black range look ya never ever worry
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| Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' «That's Keith Murray»
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| The name of the game is fame
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| You know the price you recognize the God like Christ
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| Masses of posses packed up schemin'
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| Ladies love me they keep on screamin'
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| Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today
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| Some might listen to my music and try to say
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| Nothin' other than «Yo this shit is dope»
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| And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke
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| From day to day month to month year to year
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| I swear I tear any mic any stage anywhere
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| I be the standards of which excellence is measured
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| So for me to rock all day it’ll be my pleasure
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| Hook |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Radio , by - Keith Murray. Song from the album Best Of Keith Murray, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп