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KEITH MURRAY : What A Feelin' lyrics

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KEITH MURRAY lyrics : "What A Feelin'"

[Verse One:]

Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room?

Lookin' like the creature from the Black Lagoon
There's gonna be a 187 real soon
If some ^!$$%s don't give me some elbow room

I'm runnin with the Legion of Doom
Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
I track range between space and time

And push back like receding hair lines
That's the essence of the effervescence
At this melodic dynamic %#@! progresses

A mic murderer for hire
As I sit back and watch your little gimmick backfire
Under the circumstances in any order of events

I be with sick ^!$$%z rollin thick
Dissin the system got America mad at me
Like my name was O.J. Simpson


[Chorus: x2]


My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip
So $#&@ all that sensuous %#@!
The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you


[Verse Two:]


Get off my d.k. you pitty pat (*##$, stepped into the party
People wonderin' if I'm a start some %#@!
Prisoner of the media very often

Cause people be blowin %#@! out proportion
False information and bogus arithmetic
Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating %#@!

How could I? Why should I damage my career?
Over a ^!$$% that'll probably bust me out of fear
Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that your $$# can't get out

When I see you I'm a pull your dreads out your scalp
Caution: code red
I could kill you now but instead I'm a put this thought into your head

I got the illest crew in the industry
We could go to war for 30 years like foreign countries
Yo slow your roll

Cause I don't really think you know with what you dealin

[Chorus]


[Verse Three:]


Man $#&@ (*##$es I'm getting money
And laughin at these clown $$# ^!$$%z like they funny
The grand imperial with milky material

I be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal.
One thing I gotta say my Squad never lost it
Unlike you corny MC's out there who Farrah Fawcett

Can't rhyme runnin your mouth all the time
While Def Squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes
Got the Funk Lord squeezin the life out of keyboards

While each MC tear the frame out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen with them ^!$$%s pullin heists
Grown $$# men crying like little mice, but I'ma bounce true indeed

Cause punk $$# only bagged me with two ounces of weed
Now I'm back in the city lights
And all I can think about is keepin it tight

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