Intro:
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Niggas can't hold me back
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We ain't comin' for no bullshit
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Niggas talking all that yackedy yack, word up
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Verse 1:
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Here's to Mrl Keith Murray
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the Mr. Pictionary
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The Mr. quicck to fuck shit up in a hurry
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ON the mic I'll squash you little Ms. Philosoophy
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With atomic technological atrocity
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I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me
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the supersonic Def Squad MC
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Get bird's eye view
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And don't miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus
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With futuristic linguistics
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Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up)
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Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit
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But it's automatic, I'm inorganic
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With the ability to travel nine planets
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Niggas can't undrstand it, please
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I spark the brain of your G's
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We could battle for car keys and car titles
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House deeds and bank accounts to make it final
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I got what you need
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The most homicidal words to co9me out of a human being
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Mind state sick like Idi Amin
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Hook:
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You can do what ya got to
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And say what you may
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But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway
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So I play the game
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And let the ball bounce where it may
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And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. everday X2
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Verse 2:
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Abracadabra talk shit I'll reach right out and grad ya
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The hype got you like gimmy
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Don't let it have ya
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I'll knowck you skeezas pleasers black like Jesus
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Never lost in the jungle
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Navigators with caesars
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Instead dare iz a dark side said by Red
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I'm consciously, crusciously coming for your head
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I'm from a small coast call stay out my path
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And from a big city called foot up in your ass
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Jeepers, weepers, peepers get snuffed
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By the sneakiest, throughout the speakers
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Like fist to cuffs
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Who the fuck is this paging me?
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Oh, it's my creepy, greepy, grimy
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Rough rhyme, crimy Reggie, I'm saying
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Fuckwho, went where, when, why and how
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Get my shit to me not now but right now
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Lucky niggas went platinum
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Thinkin' they can see us
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We swoop down on crews
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Like angels on dust
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I'll leave you mental so broke
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You can't pay attention
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When I get inside your head
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And take your brain to another dimension
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I'm itching for a scratch
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And somebody to try to match
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The battle cat constatly be on it like that
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The doom has dawned in
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We knockin' niggas out without warning
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And pissing on them
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The configuration is brain cell wastin'
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Renegades of funk
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Like Africa Bambatta and the Zulu Nation
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You facin' a maniac
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Pacing over the track
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Constantly bringing drama like Jason
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In fact I'm L.O.D.ing it and there go planet Def Squad
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Puttin' it down play for play like Ahmad Rashad
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For the cause, I"m wiring jaws
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Got niggas eating full-course meals out of crazy straws
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And if it win't def it ain't shit
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I'm taking it to the limit
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And killing it each and every minute
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Cause Keith Murray takes the beef a major step higher
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And peace makers will get causght in the cross fire
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Hip Hop's filled with back stabbers
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Blunt grabbers, cats with dirty claws, dogs with filthy paws
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Then you got rap artists
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Claimin' to be the hardest
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Bust them in their shit
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And they're quick to press charges
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Spot rushers, block busters, rockin' diamond clusters
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Comin' to stick the rich out you motherfuckers
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Educated black man on premises
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L.O.D. and Def Squad forever Arch nemesis
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Whut's Happenin'
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| Keith Murray |
