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Keith Murray

Genres: Hip-Hop

Whut's Happenin' Lyrics - Keith Murray

Intro: 

Niggas can't hold me back 

We ain't comin' for no bullshit 

Niggas talking all that yackedy yack, word up 

 

Verse 1: 

Here's to mrl keith murray 

The mr. pictionary 

The mr. quicck to fuck shit up in a hurry 

On the mic I'll squash you little ms. philosoophy 

With atomic technological atrocity 

I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me 

The supersonic def squad mc 

Get bird's eye view 

And don't miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus 

With futuristic linguistics 

Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up) 

Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit 

But it's automatic, I'm inorganic 

With the ability to travel nine planets 

Niggas can't undrstand it, please 

I spark the brain of too many mc's 

I'd be more than gladly to take your g 

We could battle for car keys and car titles 

House deeds and bank accounts to make it final 

I got what you need 

The most homicidal words to co9me out of a human being 

Mind state sick like idi amin 

 

Hook: 

You can do what ya got to 

And say what you may 

But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway 

So I play the game 

And let the ball bounce where it may 

And roll with def squad and l.o.d. everday x2 

 

Verse 2: 

Abracadabra talk shit I'll reach right out and grad ya 

The hype got you like gimmy 

Don't let it have ya 

I'll knowck you skeezas pleasers black like jesus 

Never lost in the jungle 

Navigators with caesars 

Instead dare iz a dark side said by red 

I'm consciously, crusciously coming for your head 

I'm from a small coast call stay out my path 

And from a big city called foot up in your ass 

Jeepers, weepers, peepers get snuffed 

By the sneakiest, throughout the speakers 

Like fist to cuffs 

Who the fuck is this paging me? 

Oh, it's my creepy, greepy, grimy 

Rough rhyme, crimy reggie, I'm saying 

Fuckwho, went where, when, why and how 

Get my shit to me not now but right now 

Lucky niggas went platinum 

Thinkin' they can see us 

We swoop down on crews 

Like angels on dust 

I'll leave you mental so broke 

You can't pay attention 

When I get inside your head 

And take your brain to another dimension 

I'm itching for a scratch 

And somebody to try to match 

The battle cat constatly be on it like that 

The doom has dawned in 

We knockin' niggas out without warning 

And pissing on them 

The configuration is brain cell wastin' 

Renegades of funk 

Like africa bambatta and the zulu nation 

You facin' a maniac 

Pacing over the track 

Constantly bringing drama like jason 

In fact I'm l.o.d.ing it and there go planet def squad 

Puttin' it down play for play like ahmad rashad 

For the cause, i"m wiring jaws 

Got niggas eating full-course meals out of crazy straws 

And if it win't def it ain't shit 

I'm taking it to the limit 

And killing it each and every minute 

Cause keith murray takes the beef a major step higher 

And peace makers will get causght in the cross fire 

Hip hop's filled with back stabbers 

Blunt grabbers, cats with dirty claws, dogs with filthy paws 

Then you got rap artists 

Claimin' to be the hardest 

Bust them in their shit 

And they're quick to press charges 

Spot rushers, block busters, rockin' diamond clusters 

Comin' to stick the rich out you motherfuckers 

Educated black man on premises 

L.o.d. and def squad forever arch nemesis 

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