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KEITH MURRAY : Rhymin' Wit Kel lyrics

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KEITH MURRAY lyrics : "Rhymin' Wit Kel"

(feat. Kel-Vicious)


Come on, Yeah


Who you wit? Where you at? [x2]


I'm stanking strong
23 years old now
With the big, bang boogie and the big pow pow

(Ay, yo, you Kel)
Not much, just keepin' it tight
With the Philly Blunt King gettin' high as a kite

I got no time for bull%#@!tin'
I have to start lickin'
Cause ^!$$%s get jeal off the %#@! Kel be kickin'

Get your free head ups, cause I'm seven foot tall
And I ain't scared of none of ya'll
This %#@! is off the wall

[Keith Murray:]
I be the genie in your lamp, the face on your stamp

the hip-hop rocker stompin' all through your camp
We went from smokin' weed in bullen therapy
to takin' suckers out on national TV

So on and so on, furthermore in other words
We kick ^!$$%s heads to the curb

Who you wit? (Def Squad0
Where you at? (L.O.D.) [x4]

I shook hands with all across the land from here to Japan

Back to the motherland up to Canada
^!$$% I"ll Jeru the Damaja
Your rap style is weak and it has no stamina

[Keith Murray:]
Ay yo, this is for the big quzzlers

Gun smugglers, drug jugglers and chelua puffers
Mister Armor to all
You gonna take a fall

For tryin' to walk before you crawl
We'll kick 120 rhymes in 60 seconds
^!$$%s standing on the sideline feeling disrespected

While I dissected your %#@! get ejected
I got Kel-Vicious the malicious next to wreck it

We can make this %#@! hot or we can keep it cool
But as soon as a ^!$$% violate the rules

I get the spot hot quick, (Yo, Kel be illin' and %#@!)
Cause I be comin' down the block with the pistol grip
With all this violence in the world

How could I not be a crook?
I could stick a ^!$$% up with my mean $#&@in' looks
Make a (*##$ drop her draws

Grab the microphone and pause
There's many casualites of war
Killer Kel is at the door


[Keith Murray:]
I be the mad, mad scientist, mad conquesting
Getting quick dough like off-track betting

Overall you ^!$$%s be dead on arrival
Meanwhile me and Kel be buggin' off survival
My supporting cast will bust that $$#

I got a beeper and a phone but you can find me on the Ave
Y'all ^!$$%s definitely ain't got nothing fur us
We'll take it to the streets on Stallone and Chuck Norris

You can wake up call, I got the intchy finger ya'll
Can''t be sleeping on the block cause that's when I clock
And it's New Jack City

Smackig Mother$#&@ers out like bitties
Boy your bad, boy your rude, boy our vicious
$#&@ it, ^!$$%s get bust now for lookin' suspicious
I got a 9, pack 9 lives like a cat
Word is bond, ^!$$%s try to bust I bust em back

And I don't give a $#&@ about me or you
I damage your whole family plus your crew

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