the whole place farted MC's rest in peace like dearly departed Then it's all in together now, let me show you how I do it rock n roll style and dive in the crowd Murray
Now get 'em, yeah, we gonna set shit straight All y'all niggaz out there, let me tell you something right now None of y'all niggaz don't know me You crazy
me Y'all bitch ass niggaz ain't shit to me You crazy leave you swazy baby Blast through your arteries All the ladies be like Damn Murray, why you want
right off the stress tree Keith kill beef like Mad Cow Disease, spazz on me? Negro, some say I'm sarcastic with a bad reputation But ignore 'em, don't listen, they Mr. Murray
T minus 10 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0 Ignition, lift off Lift off, thirty minutes after the hour
I'm always getting shitted on, son Ain't gonna be no, no different Can you accept me as I am? I ask you or is all the love lost? I need you Can you open
like we want to and don't give a fuck. Yeah yeah yeah you know it. Ain't scared to show it. (Verse 1:Keith Murray) It go lights camera action,ya on! Excuse me Mr. Murray
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
Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down
Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every function With scientifical mad man consumptions With mass productions of mass conjunctions I display
You know I had to go there right, that's water baby Ay yo shorty got the badonkadonk, look right Hangin' of the edge of dat Kawasaki bike See 'em in da
Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this bitch A busa bus, yeah, Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again 2003 muthafuckas, yeah all
One two, one two, Keith Murray and Jazze Pha Servin' 'em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell Woke up at 8:30 on a Saturday morn' Grab my remote
[Intro: Tyrese] Tyrese!!! [Keith Murray]: (Tyrese) Keith Murray!!! (WOO!!!) Def Squad!!! (I like this right here man) Me too (Keith Murray you did that
But you ain't know we was coming back like this C'mon, it's gon' be a problem ya'll Yeah, uh huh, Keith Murray, uh huh, Def Jam, yeah, Def Squad Keith Murray
And and all you niggas with those crazy ass names MC Murda and and and DJ Kill A Lot And and and and DJ Stank Finga and all that shit Aye aye, fuck all
She looks like a She looks like a She looks like a She looks like a She looks like a movie star Like a chocolate candi bar She looks like a movie star
Yo, yeah, uhhhh Yo whattup? Yo, it's the lyrical lexicon The matador of metaphor Mista Keith Murray Chillin with my nigga Funk Flex Word up Got the Squadron
