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Intro:
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Ha ha ha Def Squads in the house. One more time. Hostile word up. Keith
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Murray representin' ?. Yeah
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Verse 1:
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Keith Murray gets busy most beautifully
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Got Hostile with E.D. in 93
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Yo it's a small small world out there so prepare and beware
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Because I'm coming out rougher this yeah ah yeah
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Now you know I don't care
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With a hardrock funk style that's pretty much out there (word up)
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With the wickedest episodes on the globe
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With my patterns are murderous poetry unfold
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My vocabilation is out of your imagination
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(We Slam like Onyx on your radio station)
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I'm internationally known from the east to the west coast
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I like hot butter on my breakfast toast
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Why chase the bass of the base of my face
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When you know what kind of bitch you are in the first place
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I bust phat rap caps miraculously
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Come across me for a little something for everybody
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You're all in the mustard and can't ketchup
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I wreck up like a tech up so go get a check up
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Hook:
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I dip dip di your face in the place
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I dip dip di in your face...and brings the drama like Jason (x2)
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Verse 2:
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The one and only philly blunt king Murray
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Apostrophy Keith chief of the phontom leaf
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I Takes It To The Streets over raggady ruff beats
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And I turns beef into minks meat
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Now who wanna test? Compound or stress?
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Yes I'll hurt that chest just like a vest never the less
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I still writes like a mad journalist
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In the heart of the funk of this who is this?
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Drainin' your brain you can't maintain
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Please Keith come back kiss away the pain
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With bloody murder you never heard of
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Click like the Def Squad comin' more ubsurder
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I cert a, for the way I hurt a and murder (yeah)
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Tracks way before the hard hit of cracks
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Way before the Gotti and the Angles fought backs
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Yeah I brung drama like Jason
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Hook
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Verse 3:
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And we be blowin' up the spot like nitroglycerin
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For those who be listenin' I be rolling like perellies on Michellins
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Simpleton, I gets retarded like Bart Simpson
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Vicous and superstitious hit you with snitchy stitches
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There will be repentance when I cast my sentence
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I bite with a vengence, you can tell in every fuckin' sentence
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That I'm finestly cruel with ink in my think tank
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Remember the current with my memory bank
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Point blank I'm ranked number one (yes my son)
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So eat a dick up...and hiccup
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Dip Dip Di
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Keith Murray |