How's That? Lyrics - Keith Murray

Huahhhhh! 

Ha ha, ayyaah, owww owww 

Funked out, word is bond, word is bond 

Then you ayyyayyyah ha 

In the mother, in the motherfuckin house 

With a dick in your mouth 

Word is bond, word is bond 

I freak a technique goin way back like just-ice 

And don't think twice because I'm nice 

I come from the Mothership unknown to man 

With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand 

God damn I slam I jam like this 

Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush 

And plus, I tears the roof off the mothersucker 

my brother, fly shit that makes Stevie Wonder 

Heyyyy, who can it be now watch out 

It's the E live in 3-D with Keith and are-E-D 

I gets down for my troops 

And I ahh... get-it get-it get-it like Luke 

For those, who don't believe my skills get these 

I got mad expertise, for all you duck MC's 

I'm funky like G Thing my nigga 

I want to know who's up in here, before I pull the trigger 

[Is New York up in here? HELL YEAH 

Is Def Squad up in here? HELL YEAH 

Is NJ up in here? HELL YEAH 

The Green Beret's up in here! HELL YEAH] 

Verbally, I sew the brains up like Trapper 

John M.D. got nine millis made of lacquer 

Count Dracula, back with the, tow-truck with the 

Get Biz like Mark fuel-injected like Maximus 

My style sicker than an AIDS victim drinkin forty-five malt liquors 

I roll the spliff up 

The underground, slam, shock like Shazam 

Check my Jams get Def when I kick Methods like Man 

Computerized Robocop sounds I drop in sequence 

Funky to death so ask that old bitch where the beef went 

When I do em, I glue em, stick em like Patrick Ewing 

My shit bumps like Puerto Rican people moved in 

next door, I get raw with the grrrahhhh! 

Call four-one-one cause I'm Ghetto Red Hot 

Bo bo bo! Funk Doctor Spock catch a bruisin 

My style gets respect fifty Muslims 

You hang on strings like loose ends, with my hands on the nine 

Watch yo nugget bitch, I get busy with mines 

[How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) 

How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) 

How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) 

How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines 

It's Keith Murray)] 

I come rollin in when I see that low flow 

Heckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor 

I'm naive between the sleeves of the sheets 

Murderin, who should ever try to fuck with me 

Murray word is bond gets it on 

And ready to blow any nigga out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawn 

Long live Def to the Squad 

And we smokin everybody out there, shit it ain't that hard 

I brings classic drama microphone enbalmer 

Have your momma beg behind bars for your kidneys tomorrow 

My murderous apprentice E Dub 

Makes hard funk beats that I become part of 

When I be like A-E-I-O-you or battle 

Niggaz be like who who who who who like night owls 

The most beautifullest thing in this world 

is I shitted, and why'all was with it dig it