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Yo Rock, cue me in.. |
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We, got, that, funk |
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Murray's, packed, with funk (you need to know) |
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We, got, the funk for yo' ass (let's go) |
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[Keith Murray] |
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Yo, a lot of rappers holler tough stuff, they don't live it |
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When you hear me emceein I'm speakin from experience |
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Keynote speaker, Rock funk freaker |
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This lecture is conducted from the mic and through the speaker |
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Now who gets weaker, not this dunn |
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Look I'm never shook down even when, I was on the run |
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I'M A REBEL! I love REBEL PEOPLE! |
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You're not equal, you damn creep you |
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I, wake up in the morning with my game face ON |
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And play hard all day - WORD IS BOND |
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By the way whatever happened to - WORD IS BOND? |
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The brother Ak lied to me during RAMADAN |
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I'm takin no prisoners, takin no shorts |
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Still drink Olde E, cans 40's and quarts |
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With creativity, and original thought |
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And a twist of fate I twist your face, don't get caught |
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[Chorus: Keith Murray] |
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Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know |
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Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that |
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Murray's back with that |
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Funk to make a person catch a heart attack (he's baaaack!) |
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Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know |
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Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that |
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Murray's back with that |
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Funk to make a person catch a heart attack (you need to know) |
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[Keith Murray] |
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We, got, funk, for, y'all, stank, ass, C'MON! |
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Yo - here's, what I'ma do for you |
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Choke you out 'til your lips and your face turn blue |
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OOPS! Now look what you done made me do |
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I, did it again - and the joke's on you |
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I'm more than official reputable undisputable |
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Lyrical phrasologist (you know how I do) |
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Not one of you or any combination of you |
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Can ever mess around (boy you know how I do) |
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Dialectical linguist, unlimited thinker |
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Descriptive mental photographer |
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L.O.D. and P.P.P. gets it on |
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We strong to cause bodily harm to King Kong |
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Stock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoa |
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This funk here, glocks up, c'mon |
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I'm not an R&B pop star rock'n'roller |
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I'm a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder |
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You mindless, spineless, jellyfish I eat MC's.. |
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.. which is my favorite dish |
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I sailed the seven seas, pack 'em in like sardines |
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And eat fruit right off the stress tree |
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Keith kill beef like Mad Cow Disease |
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Spazz on me? NEGRO! |
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Some say I'm sarcastic, with a bad reputation |
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But ignore 'em, don't listen, they Mr. Murray hatin |
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[Chorus] |
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[Keith Murray] |
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This is to my, negroids, spaniels and caucasoids |
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Even chisel-faced, hardcore, rap b-boys |
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With my high wire, tightrope, trampoline STYLE |
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Tear your ass up, with service and a SMILE |
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I'm the, local hero, global player |
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Make your grandmother get up and do the Murray rainer |
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Grab you goin to a death row, like an alligator |
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Good God, my Squad got too much flavor |
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Rainbow style like a pack of Now or Laters |
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This funk shit gon' shake the equator |
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My, Squad, stay true to the game |
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We the trillest mother-effers this side of the grave |
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[Chorus: repeat to fade] |
