Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whut's Happnin', artist - Keith Murray. Album song Best Of Keith Murray, Vol. 1, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 29.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Art Scale
Song language: English
Whut's Happnin' |
Niggas can’t hold me back |
We ain’t comin' for no bullshit |
Niggas talking all that yackedy yack word up |
Here’s to Mrl Keith Murray |
The Mr. Pictionary |
The Mr. quicck to fuck shit up in a hurry |
ON the mic I’ll squash you little Ms. Philosoophy |
With atomic technological atrocity |
I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me |
The supersonic Def Squad MC |
Get bird’s eye view |
And don’t miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus |
With futuristic linguistics |
Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up) |
Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit |
But it’s automatic, I’m inorganic |
With the ability to travel nine planets |
Niggas can’t undrstand it, please |
I spark the brain of your G’s |
We could battle for car keys and car titles |
House deeds and bank accounts to make it final |
I got what you need |
The most homicidal words to co9me out of a human being |
Mind state sick like Idi Amin |
Hook: |
You can do what ya got to |
And say what you may |
But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway |
So I play the game |
And let the ball bounce where it may |
And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. |
everday X2 |
Abracadabra talk shit I’ll reach right out and grad ya |
The hype got you like gimmy |
Don’t let it have ya |
I’ll knowck you skeezas pleasers black like Jesus |
Never lost in the jungle |
Navigators with caesars |
Instead dare iz a dark side said by Red |
I’m consciously, crusciously coming for your head |
I’m from a small coast call stay out my path |
And from a big city called foot up in your ass |
Jeepers, weepers, peepers get snuffed |
By the sneakiest, throughout the speakers |
Like fist to cuffs |
Who the fuck is this paging me? |
Oh, it’s my creepy, greepy, grimy |
Rough rhyme, crimy Reggie, I’m saying |
Fuckwho, went where, when, why and how |
Get my shit to me not now but right now |
Lucky niggas went platinum |
Thinkin' they can see us |
We swoop down on crews |
Like angels on dust |
I’ll leave you mental so broke |
You can’t pay attention |
When I get inside your head |
And take your brain to another dimension |
I’m itching for a scratch |
And somebody to try to match |
The battle cat constatly be on it like that |
The doom has dawned in |
We knockin' niggas out without warning |
And pissing on them |
The configuration is brain cell wastin' |
Renegades of funk |
Like Africa Bambatta and the Zulu Nation |
You facin' a maniac |
Pacing over the track |
Constantly bringing drama like Jason |
In fact I’m L.O.D.ing it and there go planet Def Squad |
Puttin' it down play for play like Ahmad Rashad |
For the cause, I"m wiring jaws |
Got niggas eating full-course meals out of crazy straws |
And if it win’t def it ain’t shit |
I’m taking it to the limit |
And killing it each and every minute |
Cause Keith Murray takes the beef a major step higher |
And peace makers will get causght in the cross fire |
Hip Hop’s filled with back stabbers |
Blunt grabbers, cats with dirty claws, dogs with filthy paws |
Then you got rap artists |
Claimin' to be the hardest |
Bust them in their shit |
And they’re quick to press charges |
Spot rushers, block busters, rockin' diamond clusters |
Comin' to stick the rich out you motherfuckers |
Educated black man on premises |
L.O.D. |
and Def Squad forever Arch nemesis |