[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue)
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Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
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The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT)
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Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron (It's My Thing '99)
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Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out (STUPID)
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Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard
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The Squad go to war like General Custard
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I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard
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And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards
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[Erick Sermon]
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First of all, I'm the E of EPMD
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Rockin the Player Way like Eightball & MJG
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Squadron, my click be fully armed
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I got dough, my account be fat and formed
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[Redman]
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Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
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Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
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Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O
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Luv ta Fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya
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[PMD]
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Aiyyo I detonate on impact
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So niggaz better get back
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The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit that
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The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick back
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No need to stress that chickenhead nigga, already hit that
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[Keith Murray]
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I put the pow in the wow like gun to the powder
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Give the hardcore niggaz something they could be proud of
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I get out of hand like I lost my arm
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Decipher the head of c-cipher like Voltron
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[Erick Sermon]
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Who got wins? those that be hard pretend
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You got skills? come here, let me tap that chin
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Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring
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I'm well promoted, and don't even know Don King
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[Redman]
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Call me the Sam Cassel, shots two minute on the clock
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Cops know the SL hand do well
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Can tell by the nails you frail
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We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels
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[PMD]
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Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit aggressively
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My recipe, mixed wit stress and niggaz testin me
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Consecutively, five golds so technically
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You niggaz got a long way to go to catch the PMD
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[Keith Murray]
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Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest
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Make a mothafucker catch a cardiac arrest
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Live out the Fresh Fest, one of the best
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I asked my nigga Red Alert, he said "YEESSSSS"
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[Erick Sermon]
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I intimidate MC's from the throwing of my vocal tone
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It don't work, I show em the chrome and flash the greens
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Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it all day on Street Scene
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[Redman]
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I Welcome niggaz like Kotter to the night marauder
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Pull out my gat, you'll be like "AAAGH!!" like Godfather
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I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic
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In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the Titanic
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[PMD]
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An MC massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya
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(Why these niggaz mad, P?) cuz we the masters (CLUE!!)
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We catch you niggaz wit glass, and who you gon askin
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Like you gaspin, backin up while P's blastin
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[Keith Murray]
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I'll be like "ROOF!!" Get At Me Dog like DMX
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Keith Murray pack a black tech
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And I don't give a fuck, I can't be touched
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Females jump in my flow like double-dutch
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[Erick Sermon]
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My technique, knock niggaz off they feet (why)
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I'm Ultimate, like the fuckin break beat
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It's My Thing, back wit the sequel
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Hold my Squad down wit the chrome desert eagle
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[Redman]
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Yo, I go back like straps, puttin Lee patch where your knee at
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Puff wit mi-das, and no Civics wit the ski racks
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Shut niggaz down that be tryin to win
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I'll be like " Wha What What!" like I'm from CNN
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[PMD]
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So peep the Thriller of Manilla, wreck shit like Godzilla
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Drink Old English, can not stand Miller
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MC's cold rockin till the party's through
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Then they tap me on the shoulder and say "This Bud's for you"
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[DJ Clue] *echoing*
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DJ Clue, The Professional, uh-huh
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It's My Thang '99
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DJ Clue |