| Niggas can’t hold me back
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| We ain’t comin' for no bullshit
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| Niggas talking all that yackedy yack word up
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| Here’s to Mrl Keith Murray
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| The Mr. Pictionary
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| The Mr. quicck to fuck shit up in a hurry
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| ON the mic I’ll squash you little Ms. Philosoophy
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| With atomic technological atrocity
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| I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me
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| The supersonic Def Squad MC
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| Get bird’s eye view
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| And don’t miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus
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| With futuristic linguistics
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| Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up)
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| Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit
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| But it’s automatic, I’m inorganic
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| With the ability to travel nine planets
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| Niggas can’t undrstand it, please
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| I spark the brain of your G’s
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| We could battle for car keys and car titles
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| House deeds and bank accounts to make it final
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| I got what you need
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| The most homicidal words to co9me out of a human being
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| Mind state sick like Idi Amin
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| Hook:
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| You can do what ya got to
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| And say what you may
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| But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway
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| So I play the game
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| And let the ball bounce where it may
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| And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. |
| everday X2
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| Abracadabra talk shit I’ll reach right out and grad ya
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| The hype got you like gimmy
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| Don’t let it have ya
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| I’ll knowck you skeezas pleasers black like Jesus
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| Never lost in the jungle
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| Navigators with caesars
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| Instead dare iz a dark side said by Red
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| I’m consciously, crusciously coming for your head
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| I’m from a small coast call stay out my path
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| And from a big city called foot up in your ass
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| Jeepers, weepers, peepers get snuffed
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| By the sneakiest, throughout the speakers
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| Like fist to cuffs
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| Who the fuck is this paging me?
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| Oh, it’s my creepy, greepy, grimy
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| Rough rhyme, crimy Reggie, I’m saying
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| Fuckwho, went where, when, why and how
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| Get my shit to me not now but right now
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| Lucky niggas went platinum
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| Thinkin' they can see us
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| We swoop down on crews
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| Like angels on dust
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| I’ll leave you mental so broke
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| You can’t pay attention
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| When I get inside your head
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| And take your brain to another dimension
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| I’m itching for a scratch
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| And somebody to try to match
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| The battle cat constatly be on it like that
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| The doom has dawned in
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| We knockin' niggas out without warning
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| And pissing on them
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| The configuration is brain cell wastin'
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| Renegades of funk
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| Like Africa Bambatta and the Zulu Nation
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| You facin' a maniac
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| Pacing over the track
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| Constantly bringing drama like Jason
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| In fact I’m L.O.D.ing it and there go planet Def Squad
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| Puttin' it down play for play like Ahmad Rashad
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| For the cause, I"m wiring jaws
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| Got niggas eating full-course meals out of crazy straws
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| And if it win’t def it ain’t shit
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| I’m taking it to the limit
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| And killing it each and every minute
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| Cause Keith Murray takes the beef a major step higher
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| And peace makers will get causght in the cross fire
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| Hip Hop’s filled with back stabbers
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| Blunt grabbers, cats with dirty claws, dogs with filthy paws
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| Then you got rap artists
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| Claimin' to be the hardest
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| Bust them in their shit
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| And they’re quick to press charges
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| Spot rushers, block busters, rockin' diamond clusters
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| Comin' to stick the rich out you motherfuckers
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| Educated black man on premises
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| L.O.D. |
| and Def Squad forever Arch nemesis |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whut's Happnin' , by - Keith Murray. Song from the album Best Of Keith Murray, Vol. 1, in the genre Соул