Sychosymatic Lyrics
| Song | Sychosymatic |
| Artist | Keith Murray |
| Album | The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Law, Murray, Romeo, Sermon ... | |
| Verse 1: Cow will burn ya, | |
| I'm taken | |
| MC's straight under | |
| And you can't see like | |
| Stevie Wonder (ha) | |
| Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone | |
| Throwin' your chromosomes like a cyclone | |
| And commerical raps get the gun claps | |
| A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps | |
| I'm a kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight | |
| Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word 'em up) | |
| Your sight will put you in fright (word) and none of you wanna fight | |
| Cause my game is mad tight aiight | |
| Yo E this might be my last album son (hell no) | |
| Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys | |
| I'm a fuck around and murder everybody | |
| And get crazy buckwild with the shottie | |
| You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 million karrots | |
| Cause I'm sychosymatic | |
| Hook: Ooh | |
| I might lose my lose (x4) | |
| Verse 2: I'm from the dirtiest stinkiest part of | |
| Long Island | |
| But in every corner of the world my style be wilding | |
| And I'm dead serious even though | |
| I may be smiling | |
| I'm conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie | |
| Coming to get you for your goodies | |
| So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels think y'all can creep | |
| But Keith | |
| Murray ain't losing no sleep | |
| I'll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax | |
| On wax with a bloody axe | |
| But on the real for the real the real | |
| I build on | |
| Capital Hill | |
| And ill cause of skill | |
| Breakin' shit up with degrees like a | |
| Count Crackula | |
| In fact the factor is compound fractures (uh) | |
| For every action there's a reaction (yeah) | |
| Hook (x4) | |
| Verse 3: We are the world! | |
| I'm shakin' and bakin' and takin' | |
| Niggas down to swirls and twirls | |
| I'm runnin' them off the ball like | |
| Earl and Pearl (uh) | |
| This is a basic general classic situation | |
| Can't nobody see me in | |
| God's creation | |
| I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations | |
| You can thunk justifications | |
| Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit callap (pow!) | |
| And make your lungs collapse | |
| You represent he represent | |
| I represent | |
| The sick bizarre twist is that | |
| I torment in my performance (uh) | |
| Kickin' brain twitchin' (yeah) | |
| My yobic topics, niggas be like "Stop it, you got the illiotics!" (yeah |
| zuo ci : Law, Murray, Romeo, Sermon ... | |
| Verse 1: Cow will burn ya, | |
| I' m taken | |
| MC' s straight under | |
| And you can' t see like | |
| Stevie Wonder ha | |
| Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone | |
| Throwin' your chromosomes like a cyclone | |
| And commerical raps get the gun claps | |
| A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps | |
| I' m a kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight | |
| Step out the light nocturnal to the night word ' em up | |
| Your sight will put you in fright word and none of you wanna fight | |
| Cause my game is mad tight aiight | |
| Yo E this might be my last album son hell no | |
| Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys | |
| I' m a fuck around and murder everybody | |
| And get crazy buckwild with the shottie | |
| You couldn' t see me if you weighed 500 million karrots | |
| Cause I' m sychosymatic | |
| Hook: Ooh | |
| I might lose my lose x4 | |
| Verse 2: I' m from the dirtiest stinkiest part of | |
| Long Island | |
| But in every corner of the world my style be wilding | |
| And I' m dead serious even though | |
| I may be smiling | |
| I' m conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie | |
| Coming to get you for your goodies | |
| So if your 2245 technozzels think y' all can creep | |
| But Keith | |
| Murray ain' t losing no sleep | |
| I' ll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax | |
| On wax with a bloody axe | |
| But on the real for the real the real | |
| I build on | |
| Capital Hill | |
| And ill cause of skill | |
| Breakin' shit up with degrees like a | |
| Count Crackula | |
| In fact the factor is compound fractures uh | |
| For every action there' s a reaction yeah | |
| Hook x4 | |
| Verse 3: We are the world! | |
| I' m shakin' and bakin' and takin' | |
| Niggas down to swirls and twirls | |
| I' m runnin' them off the ball like | |
| Earl and Pearl uh | |
| This is a basic general classic situation | |
| Can' t nobody see me in | |
| God' s creation | |
| I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations | |
| You can thunk justifications | |
| Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit callap pow! | |
| And make your lungs collapse | |
| You represent he represent | |
| I represent | |
| The sick bizarre twist is that | |
| I torment in my performance uh | |
| Kickin' brain twitchin' yeah | |
| My yobic topics, niggas be like " Stop it, you got the illiotics!" yeah |
| zuò cí : Law, Murray, Romeo, Sermon ... | |
| Verse 1: Cow will burn ya, | |
| I' m taken | |
| MC' s straight under | |
| And you can' t see like | |
| Stevie Wonder ha | |
| Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone | |
| Throwin' your chromosomes like a cyclone | |
| And commerical raps get the gun claps | |
| A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps | |
| I' m a kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight | |
| Step out the light nocturnal to the night word ' em up | |
| Your sight will put you in fright word and none of you wanna fight | |
| Cause my game is mad tight aiight | |
| Yo E this might be my last album son hell no | |
| Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys | |
| I' m a fuck around and murder everybody | |
| And get crazy buckwild with the shottie | |
| You couldn' t see me if you weighed 500 million karrots | |
| Cause I' m sychosymatic | |
| Hook: Ooh | |
| I might lose my lose x4 | |
| Verse 2: I' m from the dirtiest stinkiest part of | |
| Long Island | |
| But in every corner of the world my style be wilding | |
| And I' m dead serious even though | |
| I may be smiling | |
| I' m conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie | |
| Coming to get you for your goodies | |
| So if your 2245 technozzels think y' all can creep | |
| But Keith | |
| Murray ain' t losing no sleep | |
| I' ll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax | |
| On wax with a bloody axe | |
| But on the real for the real the real | |
| I build on | |
| Capital Hill | |
| And ill cause of skill | |
| Breakin' shit up with degrees like a | |
| Count Crackula | |
| In fact the factor is compound fractures uh | |
| For every action there' s a reaction yeah | |
| Hook x4 | |
| Verse 3: We are the world! | |
| I' m shakin' and bakin' and takin' | |
| Niggas down to swirls and twirls | |
| I' m runnin' them off the ball like | |
| Earl and Pearl uh | |
| This is a basic general classic situation | |
| Can' t nobody see me in | |
| God' s creation | |
| I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations | |
| You can thunk justifications | |
| Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit callap pow! | |
| And make your lungs collapse | |
| You represent he represent | |
| I represent | |
| The sick bizarre twist is that | |
| I torment in my performance uh | |
| Kickin' brain twitchin' yeah | |
| My yobic topics, niggas be like " Stop it, you got the illiotics!" yeah |
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