| Kaboom! |
| Guess who stepped in the room?
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| Lookin’like the creature from the Black Lagoon
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| There’s gonna be a 187 real soon
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| If some niggas don’t give me some elbow room
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| I’m runnin with the Legion of Doom
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| Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
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| I track range between space and time
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| And push back like receding hair lines
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| That’s the essence of the effervescence
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| At this melodic dynamic shit progresses
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| A mic murderer for hire
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| As I sit back and watch your little gimmick backfire
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| Under the circumstances in any order of events
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| I be with sick niggaz rollin thick
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| Dissin the system got America mad at me Like my name was O.J. |
| Simpson
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip
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| So fuck all that sensuous shit
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| The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you
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| Verse Two:
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| Get off my d.k. |
| you pitty pat bitch, stepped into the party
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| People wonderin’if I’m a start some shit
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| Prisoner of the media very often
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| Cause people be blowin shit out proportion
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| False information and bogus arithmetic
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| Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating shit
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| How could I? |
| Why should I damage my career?
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| Over a nigga that’ll probably bust me out of fear
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| Don’t let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass can’t get out
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| When I see you I’m a pull your dreads out your scalp
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| Caution: code red
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| I could kill you now but instead I’m a put this thought into your head
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| I got the illest crew in the industry
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| We could go to war for 30 years like foreign countries
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| Yo slow your roll
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| Cause I don’t really think you know with what you dealin
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| Verse Three:
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| Man fuck bitches I’m getting money
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| And laughin at these clown ass niggaz like they funny
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| The grand imperial with milky material
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| I be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal.
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| One thing I gotta say my Squad never lost it Unlike you corny MC’s out there who Farrah Fawcett
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| Can’t rhyme runnin your mouth all the time
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| While Def Squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes
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| Got the Funk Lord squeezin the life out of keyboards
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| While each MC tear the frame out of mic chords
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| Yo I was in the bullpen with them niggas pullin heists
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| Grown ass men crying like little mice, but I’ma bounce true indeed
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| Cause punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed
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| Now I’m back in the city lights
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| And all I can think about is keepin it tight |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What A Feelin' , by - Keith Murray. Song from the album Best Of Keith Murray, Vol. 1, in the genre Соул