| Funked out, word is bond, word is bond |
| Then you ayah ha |
| In the mother, in the motherfuckin' house |
| With a dick in your mouth |
| Word is bond, word is bond |
| I freak a technique goin' way back like Just-Ice |
| And don’t think twice because I’m nice |
| I come from the Mothership, unknown to man |
| With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand |
| Goddamn, I slam, I jam like this |
| Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush |
| And plus, I tears the roof off the mothersucker |
| My brother, fly shit that makes Stevie Wonder |
| Hey, who can it be now watch out |
| It’s the E live in 3-D with Keith and R-E-D |
| I gets down for my troops |
| And I ah, get-it, get-it, get-it like Luke |
| For those, who don’t believe my skills get these |
| I got mad expertise, for all you duck MC’s |
| I’m funky like G Thing my nigga |
| I wanna know who’s up in here, before I pull the trigger |
| Is New York up in here? Hell yeah |
| Is Def Squad up in here? Hell yeah |
| Is NJ up in here? Hell yeah |
| The Green Beret’s up in here, hell yeah |
| Verbally, I sew the brains up like Trapper |
| John M.D. got nine millis made of lacquer |
| Count Dracula, back with the, tow-truck with the |
| Get Biz like Mark fuel-injected like Maximus |
| My style sicker than an AIDS victim drinkin' forty-five malt liquors |
| I roll the spliff up |
| The underground, slam, shock like Shazam |
| Check my Jams, get Def when I kick Methods like Man |
| Computerized Robocop sounds, I drop in sequence |
| Funky to death, so ask that old bitch where the beef went |
| When I do 'em, I glue 'em, stick 'em like Patrick Ewing |
| My shit bumps like Puerto Rican people moved in |
| Next door, I get raw with the grah |
| Call four-one-one 'cause I’m Ghetto Red Hot |
| Bo bo bo, Funk Doctor Spock catch a bruisin' |
| My style gets respect fifty Muslims |
| You hang on strings like loose ends |
| With my hands on the nine |
| Watch yo nugget bitch |
| I get busy with mines |
| How’s that? 'Cause I gets busy with mines |
| How’s that? 'Cause I gets busy with mines |
| How’s that? 'Cause I gets busy with mines |
| How’s that? 'Cause I gets busy with mines |
| It’s Keith Murray |
| I come rollin' in when I see that low flow |
| Heckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor |
| I’m naive between the sleeves of the sheets |
| Murderin', who should ever try to fuck with me |
| Murray word is bond, gets it on |
| And ready to blow any nigga out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawn |
| Long live Def to the Squad |
| And we smokin' everybody out there, shit, it ain’t that hard |
| I brings classic drama microphone embalmer |
| Have your momma beg behind bars for your kidneys tomorrow |
| My murderous apprentice E Dub |
| Makes hard funk beats that I become part of |
| When I be like A E I O U or battle |
| Niggaz be like who, who, who, who, who like night owls |
| The most beautifullest thing in this world |
| Is I shitted and y’all was with it, dig it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How's That, artist - Keith Murray. Album song La Cliqua, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп