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Keith Murray - The Rhyme lyrics
Verse 1 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 new ways of mc destruction 'cause ain't nothin' better than the shit I got makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof tops I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks when I rock box your block my hypothesis on this is you niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quick or get dissed my brain bleeds mental complex feeds bring it on kid I got exactly what you need twisted metaphors to get your shit in star wars live forever like Bob Marley just because the mad matador metaphor rips the hard core for him and his them and theirs you and yours chorus: And it beez like that sometimes cause I can't control the rhyme I said it beez like that sometimes cause I can't control the rhyme I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy we keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy and it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy Verse 2: the most beautifullest vocabulist punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus my analysis is roughly calloused you better practice if you want to challenge this I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars you gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are the funk phat tracks lures you to listen as my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position learn a quick lesson of mic aggression so when I walk down the street there'll be no second guessing now you can walk the walk talk the talk back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray I'm a scientist in the mix like Plyx turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil punch you Grand Royal as you foam like boil Chorus verse 3: I played the many thousand roles of street life showed Whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight me and my crew be tight like Lavren and Shirley rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies emcee's always bitch, that makes my style all hard I role with nobody but God and the Squad me and my troops we knock the shit out the sides of dudes lettin the OJ juice loose on phat tracks E-d produced Chorus |
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