Keith Murray - Some Shit Lyrics
Yo, this shit right here, is some shit, some serious shit[canibus]Yo, the fact that Im down wit def squads hard to determineTill you see me hoppin out the coupe wit e sermonOr hoppin out the keith murray suburbanOr hoppin out the lex land wit redman, wildin and cursinMy thought process is mysterious like the lochnessMy furious mindset is complexKillin shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monsterComin to stomp all over you hip-hop conferenceLanded in an unidentified flying objectTurn you into an unidentified frying carcusThe smell of raw flesh make you nauseousAcidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorusMy metaphors sting like after haircuts whenThe alcohol is applied to the raw skinSo whoever wanna battle get blastedGet your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like pampersYou had a bad *****, I left the back twistI stuck my dick in everything from ***** to the nasal passageDug her out all day, then changed my sperm dnaNow she got nobody to blameI been spittin raw, what the ***** you think Im livin forThrow me in jail, Ill do a prison tourFor wannabe hard niggaz, insecure niggazWit they heads to big for they neck to support niggazThree in the squad plus me equal four membersAn extra addition for any special force missionMan listen[erick sermon]Aint these niggaz on some shitKeith murray, canibus aint no stoppin it uhh[keith murray]Let me draw a brief description of what happenedI was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the clappinThree-fifty-seven degrees I was separatedHave bullets deflected metal, bodies decapitatedGush!! a nigga got struck as I lookI caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook (boo-ahh!!)Blew his back open, blood gushed on my faceA ***** fainted cuz she seen I enjoyed the tasteThe case is that I split your melonAnd feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wingsIm wildin for long island, I turned and took charles fergusonAnd open fire on any trains nowYou may never know whos in your shadowYou punk ass niggaz just best stay shallowAnd hollow, if you wanna live to see tomorrowCuz aint no sun comin out tomorrowYo, I might do something yall niggaz might regret likeBlast you in your face and disregard your vestIm pissin and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listenJust to let you pussies know how Im livinCuz I return like the jedi, wit my dead eyeLeave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in bed-stuyOh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz wanna wet itWord up, got me ready to set it[deja vu]Seems I steps wit aggressionTo any ***** who think they nice in this professionWhat? what you think your wrecking?I break your stlye down to little fragmentsThe pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarassmentBuck-fifty cross the faceFollowed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliateI noticed all you *****es flows is based around clothesBut deja vu got something for you stankin hoesStudio gangsta *****es I diminish ideas of bringin beefBefore the thought even finishesI wanna see red, blood from a chicken headfor I wild the ***** out like the grateful dead haThis wild style must run in my genesBecause my sisters in the countyAnd my brother just came home from greenI strike like the black widow, through the underground radio? kitto? and still stack dirty ditto
