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"word" Slick Rick
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Intro:
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Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All
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my peoples on the left rock on. All my peoples on the right. Word up. Def
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Squad rock on.
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Verse 1:
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Well it's the supersonical ginintonical
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Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs
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Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Poppa Smurf
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I'm worldwide like on the web in your turf
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With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks
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For those that thought I wouldn't be back
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With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama
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Save the rah rah for your mama
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Bragadoshis prone to static
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Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
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Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
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I can't be dissed so you can stop tryin'
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And Keith Murray will prevail
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So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell
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Hook:
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I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
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For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
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"now this song is from all of us to all of them" (x2)
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Verse 2:
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Yo I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch
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Hit it with the Midas touch
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Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush
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Never ran never felt the need to run
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They know not to come cause they all get some
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I'm still fabulous still mackadoshis
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My dj still cut it the closest
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So who's an error when's a never?
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I melt through your butter leather
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And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater
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Deep as a river in a ragin' flood
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I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love
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Comin' less than zero modern day hero
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Deliver hot shit just like Dominos
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Keep it movin' or get it on
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Cause money talks and bullshit runs the marathon word is bond
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Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin'
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Word up son you we keep it rockin'
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Hook
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Verse 3:
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I'm like a character and my life is a movie
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Groupies step to me
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Do me
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Try to sue me
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Because I make a record got money in a car
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I'm a star?
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Naw naw naw that's bullshit paw
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In the black range look ya never ever worry
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Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' "That's Keith Murray"
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The name of the game is fame
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You know the price you recognize the God like Christ
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Masses of posses packed up schemin'
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Ladies love me they keep on screamin'
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Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today
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Some might listen to my music and try to say
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Nothin' other than "Yo this shit is dope"
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And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke
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From day to day month to month year to year
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I swear I tear any mic any stage anywhere
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I be the standards of which excellence is measured
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So for me to rock all day it'll be my pleasure
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Hook
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Radio
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