| Yo Rock, cue me in.
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| We, got, that, funk
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| Murray’s, packed, with funk (you need to know)
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| We, got, the funk for yo' ass (let's go)
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| Yo, a lot of rappers holler tough stuff, they don’t live it
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| When you hear me emceein I’m speakin from experience
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| Keynote speaker, Rock funk freaker
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| This lecture is conducted from the mic and through the speaker
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| Now who gets weaker, not this dunn
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| Look I’m never shook down even when, I was on the run
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| I’m A REBEL! |
| I love REBEL PEOPLE!
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| You’re not equal, you damn creep you
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| I, wake up in the morning with my game face ON
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| And play hard all day — WORD IS BOND
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| By the way whatever happened to — WORD IS BOND?
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| The brother Ak lied to me during RAMADAN
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| I’m takin no prisoners, takin no shorts
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| Still drink Olde E, cans 40's and quarts
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| With creativity, and original thought
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| And a twist of fate I twist your face, don’t get caught
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| Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
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| Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that
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| Murray’s back with that
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| Funk to make a person catch a heart attack (he's baaaack!)
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| Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
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| Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that
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| Murray’s back with that
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| Funk to make a person catch a heart attack (you need to know)
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| We, got, funk, for, y’all, stank, ass, C’MON!
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| Yo — here’s, what I’mma do for you
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| Choke you out 'til your lips and your face turn blue
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| OOPS! |
| Now look what you done made me do
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| I, did it again — and the joke’s on you
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| I’m more than official reputable undisputable
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| Lyrical phrasologist (you know how I do)
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| Not one of you or any combination of you
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| Can ever mess around (boy you know how I do)
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| Dialectical linguist, unlimited thinker
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| Descriptive mental photographer
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| L.O.D. |
| and P.P.P. |
| gets it on
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| We strong to cause bodily harm to King Kong
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| Stock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoa
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| This funk here, Glocks up, c’mon
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| I’m not an R&B pop star rock’n’roller
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| I’m a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder
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| You mindless, spineless, jellyfish I eat MC’s.
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| . |
| which is my favorite dish
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| I sailed the seven seas, pack 'em in like sardines
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| And eat fruit right off the stress tree
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| Keith kill beef like Mad Cow Disease
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| Spazz on me? |
| NEGRO!
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| Some say I’m sarcastic, with a bad reputation
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| But ignore 'em, don’t listen, they Mr. Murray hatin
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| This is to my, negroids, spaniels and caucasoids
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| Even chisel-faced, hardcore, rap b-boys
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| With my high wire, tightrope, trampoline STYLE
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| Tear your ass up, with service and a SMILE
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| I’m the, local hero, global player
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| Make your grandmother get up and do the Murray rainer
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| Grab you goin to a death row, like an alligator
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| Good God, my Squad got too much flavor
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| Rainbow style like a pack of Now or Laters
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| This funk shit gon' shake the equator
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| My, Squad, stay true to the game
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| We the trillest mother-effers this side of the grave |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song He's Back, artist - Keith Murray. Album song Le mix du dragon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп