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Keith Murray - Straight Loonie lyrics
featuring Jamal Erick Sermon [Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)] Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked And bust some to keep me uplifted It flows to my braincells like from smoke I'm no joke I make an old man croak because I'm loc' I'm wild psychosomatic I got gats stored in my attic for any crazy bastard It's all in the mind when the E drops a rhyme My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out like I stole somethin when I'm bustin I'm Don of mic with this shit I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?? Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays! Can't get these nuts on the real It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel! ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas with Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop on the E Double, check the sounds! I rise my eyes burnt like cherry Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye.. .. until next try!! Def Squad, is in the house, yo Green Beret, is in the house, yo L.O.D., is in the house, yo Keith Murray, is in the house, yo [Keith Murray] And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere For mad niggaz it's curtains I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!) From the little voice in my concious I might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch! West coast, is in the house, yo East coast, is in the house, yo N.Y.C., is in the house, yo Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo [Jamal] Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now? I'ma come down to represent the juveniles I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall Now I come down to be the illest, the realest Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip Any motherfucker that wanna step nigga I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure that you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G. Bustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali Sally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step and let them know where the weapon is kept you punk bitch, and I hit a switch Any motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch Trick |
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