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