Verse One:
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Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room?
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Lookin' like the creature from the Black Lagoon
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There's gonna be a 187 real soon
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If some niggas don't give me some elbow room
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I'm runnin with the Legion of Doom
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Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
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I track range between space and time
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And push back like receding hair lines
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That's the essence of the effervescence
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At this melodic dynamic shit progresses
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A mic murderer for hire
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As I sit back and watch your little gimmick backfire
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Under the circumstances in any order of events
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I be with sick niggaz rollin thick
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Dissin the system got America mad at me
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Like my name was O.J. Simpson
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip
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So fuck all that sensuous shit
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The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you
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Verse Two:
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Get off my d.k. you pitty pat bitch, stepped into the party
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People wonderin' if I'm a start some shit
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Prisoner of the media very often
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Cause people be blowin shit out proportion
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False information and bogus arithmetic
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Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating shit
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How could I? Why should I damage my career?
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Over a nigga that'll probably bust me out of fear
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Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass can't get out
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When I see you I'm a pull your dreads out your scalp
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Caution: code red
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I could kill you now but instead I'm a put this thought into your head
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I got the illest crew in the industry
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We could go to war for 30 years like foreign countries
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Yo slow your roll
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Cause I don't really think you know with what you dealin
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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Man fuck bitches I'm getting money
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And laughin at these clown ass niggaz like they funny
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The grand imperial with milky material
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I be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal.
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One thing I gotta say my Squad never lost it
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Unlike you corny MC's out there who Farrah Fawcett
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Can't rhyme runnin your mouth all the time
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While Def Squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes
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Got the Funk Lord squeezin the life out of keyboards
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While each MC tear the frame out of mic chords
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Yo I was in the bullpen with them niggas pullin heists
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Grown ass men crying like little mice, but I'ma bounce true indeed
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Cause punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed
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Now I'm back in the city lights
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And all I can think about is keepin it tight
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What A Feelin'
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Keith Murray |