Keith Murray - Straight Loonie текст песни

[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

Im no joke, I make an old man croak because Im loc

Im wild, psychosomatic, I got gats

Stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard

Its all in the mind, when the e drops a rhyme

My freakin frame is like a pair of calvin kleins

I drop flows through customs, and get sniffed out

Like I stole somethin when Im bustin

Im 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 ojays!

Cant get these nuts on the real

Its 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 dont know so Im 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 Im runnin wild in this atmosphere

For mad niggaz its curtains

Im losin my mind, in this biological universe

In my dreams, Ill be gettin away drivin a hearse

So when I get to hell, Im 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 couldnt tell the science of my mind

This man gets the wealth and yall can all eat shit and die

Cause ima 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?

Ima come down to represent the juveniles

I kick styles that niggaz cant 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, hes sure to fall

Now I come down to be the illest, the realest

Any nigga that step up, Im ready to peal his

Cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit

Cause I be the illest little kid Im ready to rip

Any motherfucker that wanna step nigga

Ill 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 Im 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!