(feat. Keith Murray, Redman, Sy Scott)
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[Keith Murray]
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Yo - now when you hear the name Keith Murray don't think violence
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That's nonsense, me and Meth, put that to silence
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I'm a product of the streets master of the breaks and beats
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Lyrically headstrong and can't be beat
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Triple-minded mentally-combineded underground pirate
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Microphone tyrant, always comin sideways
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and topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby
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Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty (uh-huh)
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Lyrical sayin MC slayin, "Hip Hop Quotable"
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Unquotable sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin
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Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin
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The products of the streets don't be playin
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It's a bloody ambush like a dirty douche in ya tush
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when I push push up in ya bush
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Superstar status, break off beats the baddest
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Style's the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the madness
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[Chorus: Erick Sermon]
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Yo, we in the place - now what's up?
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DJ pick up the pace - now what's up?
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Gyrate, feel the bass - now what's up?
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What the deal, huh - now what's up?
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[Erick Sermon]
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Aiyyo we ain't playin fair no more, there's somethin new in store
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A +Hot Boy+ but not from the _504_
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New technique to rock the mic, uh
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Lyrical "Blade" sharp like Wesley and N'Bushe Wright
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Soundbombin - could be a catastrophe, uh
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When NASA blast off, Flex blast off me
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E-vincible, rap round your left ventricle
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So let's be sensible
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E tempermental, quick to dismember you
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Wyclef that "November" you
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They wish they can do (uh) what I can do
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If you could switch brains you would, wouldn't you?
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My style is Mike, Vince, Earvin
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Jordan, Carter, Julius, servin
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MC's at will I'm trickery, Lou ain't stickin me
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A curveball, Mark ain't hittin me
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[Chorus]
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[Redman]
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Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy some
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Put the headphones on your kid like Castor Troy's son
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Darts'll damage ya dogs, where the U-Haul in my truck
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The camera installed, hand upon my balls
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Call the morgue I'm killin 'em
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Even Kyle is not feelin 'em when I drill 'em with skills of ten Eminems
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You feminine, don't even call my name
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I stay locked down walkin with a ball and chain
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Put the mac where you tongue at, I don't that
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These young cats'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at
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Smoke so much the doc asked where my lung at
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I took it out to stash my gun, son run that
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Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips
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Fuck a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sit
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Then I bang the controller, 'til the game say over
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In the Bricks we'll stick ya when ya plane lays over
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[Chorus]
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[Sy Scott]
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Yo, y'all know me
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Maniacs and addicts add it, at it
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Venomous addict snakebiter, I the, at it
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Cause I'm a little odder, at it
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In the Ac' with the aircraft and then leave inactive
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My, alter-ego make niggaz alter their egos
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I flow and turn the East coast to one big creep show
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South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol bangers
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Pistol changin, pistol bangin
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I lift metal like Lithuanians
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Two-thousand nail me Sy Scott rap's new insanian
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It's humane punish ya mayn
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'til no skeletal remains remain remain mainly main
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to bitten manmade disease that's made by man
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Crackin the DNA code to see how God made man
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I storm the mainland, scare MC's like slavehands
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Put microchips in they wristbands and make 'em raindance
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Lay hands like Mike Strahand
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Puttin ya face and hands in Ace bands
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Tryin to lift more than ya waistband
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I travel every shinin sea, sea and land
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to finally see when niggaz land
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In the error era wherever, forever no error
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Easily cut niggaz careers down like ever
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Ever forever and ever, don't you ever
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fuck with Sy, Khi and Erick when we come together, what?
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Now What's Up
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Erick Sermon |