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DJ CLUE lyrics : "It's My Thang '99"

[Keith Murray (DJ Clue)]
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW !#@()

Wit my ^!$$%s Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron (It's My Thing '99)
Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out (STUPID)

Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard
The Squad go to war like General Custard
I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard

And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards

[Erick Sermon]

First of all, I'm the E of EPMD
Rockin the Player Way like Eightball & MJG
Squadron, my click be fully armed

I got dough, my account be fat and formed


Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
Who am I? D-O, my M-O is $#&@ P-O

Luv ta $#&@ Ya, $#&@ ya, $#&@ ya, $#&@ ya


Aiyyo I detonate on impact
So ^!$$%z better get back
The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit that

The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick back
No need to stress that chickenhead ^!$$%, already hit that

[Keith Murray]
I put the pow in the wow like gun to the powder
Give the hardcore ^!$$%z something they could be proud of

I get out of hand like I lost my arm
Decipher the head of c-cipher like Voltron

[Erick Sermon]
Who got wins? those that be hard pretend
You got skills? come here, let me tap that chin

Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring
I'm well promoted, and don't even know Don King

Call me the Sam Cassel, shots two minute on the clock
Cops know the SL hand do well

Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big $$# feet out them Channels

Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop %#@! aggressively
My recipe, mixed wit stress and ^!$$%z testin me

Consecutively, five golds so technically
You ^!$$%z got a long way to go to catch the PMD

[Keith Murray]
Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest
Make a motha$#&@er catch a cardiac arrest

Live out the Fresh Fest, one of the best
I asked my ^!$$% Red Alert, he said "YEESSSSS"

[Erick Sermon]
I intimidate MC's from the throwing of my vocal tone
It don't work, I show em the chrome and flash the greens

Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it all day on Street Scene


I Welcome ^!$$%z like Kotter to the night marauder
Pull out my gat, you'll be like "AAAGH!!" like Godfather
I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic

In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the Titanic


An MC massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya
(Why these ^!$$%z mad, P?) cuz we the masters (CLUE!!)
We catch you ^!$$%z wit glass, and who you gon askin

Like you gaspin, backin up while P's blastin

[Keith Murray]
I'll be like "ROOF!!" Get At Me Dog like DMX
Keith Murray pack a black tech

And I don't give a $#&@, I can't be touched
Females jump in my flow like double-dutch

[Erick Sermon]
My technique, knock ^!$$%z off they feet (why)

I'm Ultimate, like the $#&@in break beat
It's My Thing, back wit the sequel
Hold my Squad down wit the chrome desert eagle


Yo, I go back like straps, puttin Lee patch where your knee at
Puff wit mi-das, and no Civics wit the ski racks
Shut ^!$$%z down that be tryin to win
I'll be like " Wha What What!" like I'm from CNN

So peep the Thriller of Manilla, wreck %#@! like Godzilla
Drink Old English, can not stand Miller
MC's cold rockin till the party's through
Then they tap me on the shoulder and say "This Bud's for you"

[DJ Clue] [echoing]
DJ Clue, The Professional, uh-huh

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