название:

Yeah


автор:

Keith Murray


жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: Enigma
рейтинг: ★★★★★ / 5.2 / 1221 просмотр
Yo, Troy, turn me up so I can conduct the disco inferno
Oklahoma aroma, uh
I smell the roof on fire without Parliament
Just Def Squad shit, dig itRhymes, I bust be like liquid swords
You abandon ship, real niggas stay aboard, word
I'm flexin', hittin' you in the mid-section
Drop for protection, cuttin' you clean like a 'C' sectionI puts it down in my field, I sport a vest
No need for a Brooke Shield
Kneel E, an African boy with charisma
A lyrical giant bigger than Lane BryantI'm Super rhymes be Twilight Zone
Warp speed true indeed
Don't forget, boy, I'm still hittin' switches
In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly bitches, word upErick Sermon ya'll yeah, yeah
Def Squad ya'll
Flipmode Squad for ya'llExcitement, my lights be shinin' on niggas
Hit with more enlightenment, yo
The major difference is in many different instances
You could not go the distancesFrom drinkin' too much Guinesses
Now look at all the witnesses, huh
I told you one thing for sure
When I get down son, I keep it pureBreak the law from here to Arkansas
Focus, I be the mostest, the dopest
Rhyme flow bounce atrocious
Bag of weed, my niggas smoke this, shitI be stacking in jams, while I be packin' in what's happening
I'm charged with interstate rhyme and trafficking
Rhyme callisthenics will make you see the the Medic
Shit will break you down in order from A to Z like the alphabeticsYo, yo, just go there practice, the fact is you do not listen
You go get slapped up with a cactus
Ass backwards, fart on mothafuckas just like BDP
I'm fresh for 9-6 you suckasYeah, yeah, yeah, Keith Murray now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Busta Rhymes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahNow if you know the words then you can surely rap along
Go against the grain and surely get stomped strong
My squad is too high to get over, L.O. is too low to go under
I'll rain on your brain and give you visions of thunderSee everybody loves Keith Murray 'cause I'm on the top
But I know ain't nobody fuckin' with me if I ever drop
It's all about the bread
Spread taught to me by E and RedFuck them niggas talkin' out the side of their head
Different day, same shit, I heard a dope beat
But if E didn't do it then you know I can't fuck with it
Here's something that you all can understandFuck you coming from the fuck you man
Livin' in drama comma
Trauma bubbling like lava
On site bomber to all wack rhymersAnd if you ain't tough don't wear my logo
And if you ain't fly you can't play with my yo-yo
'Cause who's pockets is fattest matters
I'll serve famous Keith Murray's beef curries
Scattered rappers on plattersFor tryin', get at us knowing we the baddest
With major operation, mental observation status
I used to love her then I got some common sense
And now it ain't funny, the bitch better have my money, word upLace the chronic with the bomb-bah, hash the tye
Blaze 'em up one time for my partner in crime
Who can I on my hip, why? 'Cause niggas trip
Pull a burner, all you know is a murder occurredA curb server wanna be swerver baller
Got dome call hauled to the mortician for silly ambitions
I'm nice and precise, hard like rock
You shook like dice and pop like glockAll my shit knock the shelves, yo, yo
Witness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho
Niggas ass out, passed out, excessively
Fuckin' with this manic-depression will be the lesson of your lifeSpoiled rotten and plottin' and double shottin'
Packin' always rapping but smacking a lot of action
I am the in house smelling like contraband
In demand, your mic in hand, seriously as a man run itAy yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in the triple pod
Circle back to back, scoping all angles
Why does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled?
They drop 1 by 1 in the dark, gettin' strangledI come fresher than Summer's Eve please
Squeeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related
I'll make sure your loot and your wife and kids are confiscated
The lawnmower Red do damage to circuit breakersGo ahead and hype them niggas up, let 'em go
Just a blow from the invincible will show 'em I'm original
Freeze, I'm like Baskin and Robbin, I'm robbing Haagen-Dazs
And the whole Hit Squad target, ain't nobody fuckin' with meThe potency that I blow from my mouth
Will no doubt would choke Jesus
Travelin' around the world with no Visas or American Express
Just Jamerican excess, ha, can I impose on your cipher?Been rippin' shows since your moms was foldin' your diaper
Niggas see me up top dolo daily, catch ease 600 V
On the mobile trailin' back to A.T.L.
To swell some more heads with that Long Island soundThat be thicker than cornbreads, money
Jersey tales from from the hood without Sonny
And I know a lot of niggas want me
That's why my blade keep me company
Slice your neck, stick my arm down your throat
Rip out your artichoke
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