Intro: Ha ha ha def squads in the house. one more time. hostile word up. keith Murray representin' ? . yeah
Verse 1: Keith murray gets busy most beautifully Got hostile with e.d. in 93 Yo it's a small small world out there so prepare and beware Because I'm coming out rougher this yeah ah yeah Now you know I don't care With a hardrock funk style that's pretty much out there (word up) With the wickedest episodes on the globe With my patterns are murderous poetry unfold My vocabilation is out of your imagination (we slam like onyx on your radio station) I'm internationally known from the east to the west coast I like hot butter on my breakfast toast Why chase the bass of the base of my face When you know what kind of bitch you are in the first place I bust phat rap caps miraculously Come across me for a little something for everybody You're all in the mustard and can't ketchup I wreck up like a tech up so go get a check up
Hook: I dip dip di your face in the place I dip dip di in your face...and brings the drama like jason (x2)
Verse 2: The one and only philly blunt king murray Apostrophy keith chief of the phontom leaf I takes it to the streets over raggady ruff beats And I turns beef into minks meat Now who wanna test? compound or stress? Yes I'll hurt that chest just like a vest never the less I still writes like a mad journalist In the heart of the funk of this who is this? Drainin' your brain you can't maintain Please keith come back kiss away the pain With bloody murder you never heard of Click like the def squad comin' more ubsurder I cert a, for the way I hurt a and murder (yeah) Tracks way before the hard hit of cracks Way before the gotti and the angles fought backs Yeah I brung drama like jason
Hook
Verse 3: And we be blowin' up the spot like nitroglycerin For those who be listenin' I be rolling like perellies on michellins Simpleton, I gets retarded like bart simpson Vicous and superstitious hit you with snitchy stitches There will be repentance when I cast my sentence I bite with a vengence, you can tell in every fuckin' sentence That I'm finestly cruel with ink in my think tank Remember the current with my memory bank Point blank I'm ranked number one (yes my son) So eat a dick up...and hiccup
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