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(Keith Murray) (DJ Clue) |
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Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray |
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The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT) |
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Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron (It's My Thing '99) |
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Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out (STUPID) |
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Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard |
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The Squad go to war like General Custard |
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I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard |
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And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards |
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(Erick Sermon) |
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First of all, I'm the E of EPMD |
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Rockin the Player Way like Eightball & MJG |
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Squadron, my click be fully armed |
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I got dough, my account be fat and formed |
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(Redman) |
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Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex |
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Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex |
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Who am I? D-O, my M-O is f**k P-O |
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Luv ta F**k Ya, f**k ya, f**k ya, f**k ya |
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(PMD) |
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Aiyyo I detonate on impact |
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So niggaz better get back |
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The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit that |
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The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick back |
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No need to stress that chickenhead nigga, already hit that |
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(Keith Murray) |
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I put the pow in the wow like gun to the powder |
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Give the hardcore niggaz something they could be proud of |
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I get out of hand like I lost my arm |
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Decipher the head of c-cipher like Voltron |
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(Erick Sermon) |
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Who got wins? those that be hard pretend |
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You got skills? come here, let me tap that chin |
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Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring |
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I'm well promoted, and don't even know Don King |
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(Redman) |
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Call me the Sam Cassel, shots two minute on the clock |
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Cops know the SL hand do well |
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Can tell by the nails you frail |
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We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels |
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(PMD) |
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Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit aggressively |
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My recipe, mixed wit stress and niggaz testin me |
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Consecutively, five golds so technically |
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You niggaz got a long way to go to catch the PMD |
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(Keith Murray) |
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Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest |
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Make a mothaf**ker catch a cardiac arrest |
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Live out the Fresh Fest, one of the best |
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I asked my nigga Red Alert, he said "YEESSSSS" |
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(Erick Sermon) |
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I intimidate MC's from the throwing of my vocal tone |
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It don't work, I show em the chrome and flash the greens |
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Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it all day on Street Scene |
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(Redman) |
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I Welcome niggaz like Kotter to the night marauder |
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Pull out my gat, you'll be like "AAAGH!!" like Godfather |
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I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic |
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In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the Titanic |
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(PMD) |
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An MC massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya |
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(Why these niggaz mad, P?) 'cause we the masters (CLUE!!) |
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We catch you niggaz wit glass, and who you gon askin |
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Like you gaspin, backin up while P's blastin |
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(Keith Murray) |
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I'll be like "ROOF!!" Get At Me Dog like DMX |
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Keith Murray pack a black tech |
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And I don't give a f**k, I can't be touched |
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Females jump in my flow like double-dutch |
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(Erick Sermon) |
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My technique, knock niggaz off they feet (why) |
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I'm Ultimate, like the f**kin break beat |
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It's My Thing, back wit the sequel |
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Hold my Squad down wit the chrome desert eagle |
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(Redman) |
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Yo, I go back like straps, puttin Lee patch where your knee at |
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Puff wit mi-das, and no Civics wit the ski racks |
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Shut niggaz down that be tryin to win |
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I'll be like " Wha What What!" like I'm from CNN |
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(PMD) |
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So peep the Thriller of Manilla, wreck shit like Godzilla |
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Drink Old English, can not stand Miller |
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MC's cold rockin till the party's through |
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Then they tap me on the shoulder and say "This Bud's for you" |
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(DJ Clue) *echoing* |
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DJ Clue, The Professional, uh-huh |
