He's Back
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Keith Murray
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(Rush Hour 2)
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Yo Rock, cue me in..
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We, got, that, funk
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Murray's, packed, with funk (you need to know)
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We, got, the funk for yo' ass (let's go)
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[Keith Murray]
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Yo, a lot of rappers holler tough stuff, they don't live it
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When you hear me emceein I'm speakin from experience
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Keynote speaker, Rock funk freaker
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This lecture is conducted from the mic and through the speaker
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Now who gets weaker, not this dunn
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Look I'm never s
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down even when, I was on the run
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I'M A REBEL! I love REBEL PEOPLE!
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You're not equal, you damn creep you
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I, wake up in the morning with my game face ON
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And play hard all day - WORD IS BOND
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By the way whatever happened to - WORD IS BOND?
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The brother Ak lied to me during RAMADAN
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I'm takin no prisoners, takin no shorts
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Still drink Olde E, cans 40's and quarts
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With creativity, and original thought
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And a twist of fate I twist your face, don't get caught
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: Keith Murray]
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Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
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where the funk is at, funk dat bump that
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Murray's back with that
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funk to make a person catch a heart attack (he's baaaack!)
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Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
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where the funk is at, funk dat bump that
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Murray's back with that
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funk to make a person catch a heart attack (you need to know)
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[Keith Murray]
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We, got, funk, for, y'all, stank, ass, C'MON!
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Yo - here's, what I'ma do for you
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Choke you out 'til your lips and your face turn blue
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OOPS! Now look what you done made me do
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I, did it again - and the joke's on you
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I'm more than official reputable undisputable
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lyrical phrasologist (you know how I do)
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Not one of you or any combination of you
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Can ever mess around (boy you know how I do)
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Dialectical linguist, unlimited thinker
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Descriptive mental photographer
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L.O.D. and P.P.P. gets it on
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We strong to cause bodily harm to King Kong
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Stock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoa
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This funk here, glocks up, c'mon
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I'm not an R&B pop star rock'n'roller
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I'm a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder
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You mindless, spineless, jellyfish I eat MC's..
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.. which is my favorite dish
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I sailed the seven seas, pack 'em in like sardines
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and eat fruit right off the stress tree
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Keith kill beef like Mad Cow Disease
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Spazz on me? NEGRO!
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Some say I'm sarcastic, with a bad reputation
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But ignore 'em, don't listen, they Mr. Murray hatin
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[Keith Murray]
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This is to my, negroids, spaniels and caucasoids
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Even chisel-faced, hardcore, rap b-boys
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With my high wire, tightrope, trampoline STYLE
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Tear your ass up, with service and a SMILE
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I'm the, local hero, global player
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Make your grandmother get up and do the Murray rainer
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Grab you goin to a death row, like an alligator
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Good God, my Squad got too much flavor
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Rainbow style like a pack of Now or Laters
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This funk shit gon' shake the equator
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My, Squad, stay true to the game
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We the trillest mother-effers this side of the grave
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He`s Back
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Keith Murray |