Song | Sychosymatic |
Artist | Keith Murray |
Album | The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World |
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 |
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 |