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I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum
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And blow MC's to kingdom come
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"The future holds nothing else but confrontation"
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(from Public Enemy's "Apocalypse '91")
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*woman screaming*
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Murray is a lyric luna tic toc
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Boom I fill the room with the rough rhymes I consume
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My lyrics is too fly for this world (word em up yo)
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and more famous than the Jheri Curls
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My rhymes correspond with the funk beat
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like infrared correspond with heat
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I'm malicious and vicious, puttin rappers in stitches
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(yeah yeah) when I'm rippin up twelve inches (like this)
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My rap style is a metallic bastard
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that thrives off of battery acid (word em up)
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I rhyme like I'm hungry over funk beats
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for those, who shit where they eat
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Reach, and your strategies'll be picked off
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Cream puff sweet, I freak the sheek type of speech
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The vital, verbal combat I enlist
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Wraps rappers' brains up into a pretzel twist (word em up)
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When I'm coastin with the funk style potion
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I leave your notion dead and bloody in the ocean
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I can't be beat so don't be under that assumption
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I flow as long as the herb is pumpin
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"Yo what kind of weed is this?"
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"It's the bom bom zee baby."
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"Yo this shit is WAY out!"
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"Yo let's be outta here."
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Come and take a ride on my bad side
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You can't fuck with my style cause it's ?pasteurized?
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And when I meet my match, I'm tyin em up
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in the bassline and stabbin em in the spine for tryin to play fly
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We got to have it like some hungry dirty stinkin motherfuckers
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Always actin wild and stupid like truckers
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Goin against the grain, barbecuin niggaz
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in the Purple Rain as my wild brain child style goin insane
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And I'm wild with the usage of a harsh word
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My style of speak is mentally disturbed
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I drug the head more than hallucinogenics with rhymes like these
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On the mic I'm catchy like herpes
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Covalent ionically with the mic I combine
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and gain more strength, than a molecule enzymes
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E crack the sticks while I get in the mix
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and kick some fix after prefix after predicates
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I take a trip down memory lane
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and kick some shit, that'll bust your brain
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Hit as you should, a real common hood
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Not Stephanie Mills, but I still feel good
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I take a Phillie Blunt to go, and yo
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I flow as long as the herb is pumpin
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Herb Is Pumpin
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| Keith Murray |
