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KEITH MURRAY : The Rhyme lyrics

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KEITH MURRAY lyrics : "The Rhyme"

[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 %#@! I got
makin' ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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 %#@! 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 [email protected]#^ysis 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 (*##$, that makes my style all hard
I role with nobody but God and the Squad
me and my troops we knock the %#@! out the sides of dudes

lettin the OJ juice loose on phat tracks E-d produced

[Chorus]

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