Keith Murray Yeah Lyrics:
Verse One: Erick Sermon

Yo Troy, turn me up so I can conductthe disco
inferno Oklahoma aroma (uh) I smell the roof on
fire without Parliament just Def Squad shit, dig
it Rhymes I be like liquid swords You abandon
ship, real niggas stay aboard (word) I'm flexin'
hittin' you in the mid-section Drop for
protection. Cuttin' you clean like a "C"
section I puts it down in my field. I sport a vest
no need for a Brooke Shield kneel E, an African
boy with charisma A lyrical giant bigger than Lane
Bryant Su-per rhymes be twilight zone warp speed
true indeed Don't forget boy I'm still hittin'
swithes In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly
bitches (word up)

Verse Two: Busta Rhymes

Erick Sermon ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Def Squad
ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Flipmode Squad ya'll yeah,
yeah, yeah. Excitement, my lights be shinin' on
niggas. Hit with more enlightment (yo). The major
difference is in many different instances. you
drinkin' too much Guinesses. Now look at all the
witnesses (huh). I told you one thing for sure.
When I gets down son, I keep it raw. Break the law
from here to Arkansas. Focus, I be the mostest,
the dopest. Rhyme flow bounce atrocious. Bag of
weed, my niggas smoke this. Shit I be stacking in
jams. While I be packin' in what's happening. I'm
charged with interstate and trafficking. Rhyme
calisthetics will make you see the the Medic. Shit
will break you down in order for to make M.C.'s
like the alphabetics. Yo, yo just go there
practice. The fact is you do not listen. You go
ahead and get slapped up with a cactus. Ass
backwards, fart on mothafuckas just like BDP. I'm
fresh for 9-6 you suckas. Keith Murray now.

Verse Three: Keith Murray

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Word up). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Busta Rhymes. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Now if you
know the words then you can surely rap along. Go
against the grain and surely get stomped strong.
My squad is too high to get over. L.O.D. is too
low to go under. I'll rain on your brain and give
you visions of thunder. See everybody loves Keith
Murray 'cause I'm on the top. But i know ain't
nobody fuckin' with me if I ever drop. It's all
about the bread. Spread taught to me by E and Red.
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Fuck them niggas talkin' out the side of their
head. Different day same shit. I heard a dope beat
but if E didn't do it then you know I can't fuck
with it. Here's something you all can understand.
Fuck you coming from the fuck you man. Livin' in
drama comma. Trauma bubbling like lava. On site
bomber to all wack rhymers. And if you ain't tough
don't wear my logo. And if you ain't fly you can't
play with my yo-yo. Cause who's pockets is fattest
matters. I'll serve famous Keith Murray's beef
curries. Scattered rappers on platters. For tryin'
get at us knowing we the baddest. With major
operation, mental observation status. I used to
love her then I got some common sense. Now it
ain't funny, the bitch better have my money (word
up).

Verse Four: Jamal

Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah. Hash the tye,
blaze 'em up 1 time for my partner in crime. Who
can I on my hip (why) cause niggas trip. Pull a
burner all you know is a murder occured. A curb
swerver wana be server/ baller. Got dome call
hauled to the mortician for silly ambitious. I'm
nice and precise, hard like rock. You shook like
dice and pop like glock. Amy shit knock the
shelves (yo, yo). Witness this nigga ro, trigga
flow, digga ho. Niggas ass out, passout,
excessively. Fuckin' with this manic-depressive
will be the lesson of your life. Spoiled rotten
and plottin' and double shottin'. Packin' always
rapping but smacking a lot of action. I am in the
house smelling like contra-band. I demand your mic
in hand, seriously as a man run it.

Verse Five: Redman

Ay yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in triple
pod. Circle back to back, scoping all angles. Why
does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled?
They drop 1 by 1 in the dark gettin' strangled. I
come fresher than Summer's Eve please. Squeeze
your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related. I'll
make sure your loot and your wife and kids are
confiscated. The lawnmower Red do damage to
circuit breakers. Go ahead and hype them niggas
up, let 'em go. Just a blow from the invincible
will show 'em I'm original. Freeze, I'm like
Baskin and Robbin I'm robbing Haagen-Dazs. And the
whole Hit Squad target ain't nobody fuckin' with
me. The potency that I blow from my mouth. Will no
doubt choke Jeeesus. Travelin' around the world
with no Visas or American Express. Just Jamaican
excess (ha!). Can I impose on your cipher? Been
rippin' shows since your moms was foldin' your
diaper. Niggas see me up top dolo daily catch ease
600 V. On the mobile trailin' back to A.T.L. Swell
some more heads with that Long Island sound. That
be thicker than cornbread (money). Jersey tales
from from the hood without Sonnny. And I know
niggas want me. That's why my blade keep me
company. Slice your neck, stick my arm down your
throat. Rip out your artichoke.
Lyrics: Yeah, Keith Murray [end]