| Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every function
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| With scientifical mad man consumptions
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| With mass productions of mass conjunctions
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| I display new ways of MC destruction
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| Cause ain’t nothin' better than the shit I got
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| Makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof-tops
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| I put the hip in hop and the don’t in stop
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| And the clips in Glocks, then I rock box your block
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| My hypothesis on this is
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| You niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quick
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| Or get dissed, my brain bleeds mental complex feeds
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| Bring it on kid I got exactly what you need
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| Twisted metaphors to get your ass in star wars
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| Im’a live forever like Bob Marley just because
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| The mad matador metaphor rips the hard core
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| For him and his them and theirs you and yours
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| And it beez like that sometimes
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| Cause I can’t control the rhyme
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| I said it beez like that sometimes
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| Cause I can’t control the rhyme
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| I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
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| We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
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| Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
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| And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
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| The most beautifullest vocabulist
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| Punches phony mc’s dead in their esophogaus
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| My analysis is roughly callouses
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| You better practice if you want to challenge this
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| I’m symbolic to the sun moon and stars
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| You gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are
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| The funk phat tracks lures you to listen
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| As my vocals bend your brain up in the fetal position
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| Learn a quick lesson of mic aggression
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| So when I walk down the street there’ll be no second guessing
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| Now you can walk the walk talk the talk
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| Pack burners all day but you’re still fireproof like an ashtray
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| I’m a scientist in the mix like Plyx
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| Turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots
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| Top prop soil, watch me bubble and boil
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| Keep it Grand Royal as you fold like foil
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| And it beez like that sometimes
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| Cause I can’t control the rhyme
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| I said it beez like that sometimes
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| Cause I can’t control the rhyme
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| I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
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| We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
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| Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
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| And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
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| I played the many thousand roles of street life
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| Showed Whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight
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| Me and my crew be tight like Lavren and Shirley
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| Rollin' through all ya’lls hoods pullin all ya’lls fly girlies
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| Emcee’s always bitchin', that makes my style all hard
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| I roll with nobody but God and the Squad
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| Me and my troops be knockin niggas out the size of Zeus
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| Lettin the OJ juice loose on phat tracks E-d produced
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| And it beez like that sometimes
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| Cause I can’t control the rhyme
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| I said it beez like that sometimes
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| Cause I can’t control the rhyme
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| I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
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| We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
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| Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
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| And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Rhyme , by - Keith Murray. Song from the album Best Of Keith Murray, Vol. 1, in the genre Соул