Keith Murray - It`S A Beautiful Thing (2001) by Keith Murray (보컬) on maniadb.com

Verse 1

When I rap competition perform disappearing acts
I jam suckers like smuckers
My squad is funky like a six pack of motherfuckers
With conversation my creations will collider nations into confrontation
Competition couldn't stand a chance
I'll wear you out like if I had one pair of pants
Murray emphasises cadarac poetry meaning you blind bats can't see me
Throughout my career I rip year to year sucessfully
Dragging debree in my vicinity
My symbol is the sickle like the Grim Reaper
My style is the greatest invention since the speaker
A pyschopath with a knife in my voice
The lyrical homocidal madman is top choice
The scene I scope it first because I'm homophobic
And then I rope-a-dope it
And dominate the sight of bloody red
Coming out my head leaving rappers brain dead
I come through like POW! and BAM!
Reppin' like the lyrical version of Shazaam (Damn!....)
When I rap

Chorus(2x)

[L.L. Cool J sample] Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
[DMX sample] Believe what I say!
[Keith Murray] When I rap

Verse 2

When I rap one hand can't clap
So lets squash the beef cook it and we all can get fat
Try to swallow a line and you'll find
I'm one hard act to follow rollow in my vibe
Swallow and your throat will explode
Sending you through schizophrenic episodes
My style is so well off on it's own
I leave it unattended and go see my dog about a bone
When I'm the microphone ( When I rap )
And biting niggas will leave it alone
I go together with the rythm like a sentence and some verbs
And herbs so check out every word
I kicked a verse for Father Time
He put the world on pause cause I fucked his head up with a rhyme
Diamond studded rough and rugged fuck it
There's nothing left for you to do now but kick the bucket
Dummy who's ever flipping
It better be a round-off back hand-spring arabian summy
With more concentration then an acrobat
When I rap

Chorus

Verse 3

When I kick the gift of gab and I'm grim and I'll be god damned
If any mortal or immortal man can withstand
And not slam my jams cause I take them on a trip
And flip the script with legit manuscripts
Fogging up the mic with real legit compounds
Mass mic Murray man flurries in the bound
Oh what the fuck you fall and can't get up when I erupt
So pass the buck cause you've been struck
With the will I learn will I burn
Off carbon dioxide cause I'm on the flip side
Word conducter emcee destructer
Millions be saying "That Murray's a motherfucker!"
I dip and dive punch you in your eye
In a battle if you try to lie in your rhymes when we socialize
I'm beating Mother Nature down to her knees
While making more papers than trees
You can't be serious that's impossible
I leave niggas laid up in the hospital
Bandaged from head to toe and hat
My shit is intact when I rap

Chorus(4x)

[LL Cool J]

I'm incredible, I mix up shit like cake mix
Keep it blazin hot, rhymes ?urn to keep you frost bit
MC's is assed-out cause they lost it
Peep my foundation, the way I reinforce it
I monitor movements, precisely
Makin niggas hit high notes, like the Eisley's
Finally, some bitches I can touch up
Tie em to the grill of my Six, pop the clutch up
Hush up, I rush up, inside your cut
Make you puss up, then bust up, cause my shit bumps
This Don's Trumps, kill straight cats and all chumps
Cause "Life is like a box of chocolate," Mr. Gump
Uh, the ultimatum, lets abbreviate em
LL platinum again, don't you hate 'im?
A thin line between darkness and sunshine
Five Percenters that was raised on swine
Known to be wise, and you wise to understand
Bringin me drama is a handstand in quicksand
I've been?ot so long, I'm immune
Your rap career get cut short like Poom-Pooms

Chorus: Keith Murray (LL Cool J)

Now, from the streets to the suites and all around the world,
they all recognize we (Incredible)
We can stand in the water and can't get wet,
you can bet your last dollar we (Incredible)
We gets it on in the worst way
All the homeboys and the girls say we (Incredible)
From one brother to another
They agree with each other, lyrically we both (Incredible)

[Keith Murray]

Adios, mios, Montageune
We're too hot to hold and too bold to be controlled
Your only skin-deep, my ugly comes from the soul
I find the leaks, and E plug the holes
I have more beef than filet mignon
But got smart, and flushed the bullshit down the ?como?
Rappers just started rappin last week, get a deal next week
And go platinum next month
But pass the blunt, so I can stay hy- like -dro
Don't act like you don't know, I'm about to fly a flow
I'm three from three from a three-point land
With more devastation than a nigga can withstand
Remember me? Untouched by any emcee
I add verbal assault to your mental injury
Cause I'm the vogit, toat it, quote it
Five-0 said freeze, man I blowed it
Ryhme strategies, no one's bad as this
I sew up the populace like a seamstress
A prisoner, doing time and the bit
A grown man, and don't play with no kids; I'm incredible!

Chorus

Lyrically we are both (Incredible)

I need a blunt 'fore I slap the shit outta somebody
Uhh, c'mon , get it up y'all
Uhh, c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon , get it up y'all
Uhh, yeah yeah , uhh, I know y'all like this one
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh, c'mon

[Keith Murray]
Yo y'all niggas will never see my level
Rap so hot I slap box with the devil
Tap a jaw, slap a bitch do what I like
Got a sociology and money like Reverend Ike
Yo here's your rap eviction , get out the jurisdiction
Before I hit that ass with a cross a diction crucifixion
Editorial, news flash, extra, extra
Let this blast wit yo stank ass
Face the ultimate challenge, style's got alot of knowledge
Come in violence, leave in silence
This beat's a b, so come on take a swim
MC's cant float don't worry about them
I'ma dupe like Patty, rich like maddie
Slick like a caddy, but not your baby daddie
Girls I got em locked, flavors come assorted
So pop that koochie girl I can double joint it

CHORUS
This is for the thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party
Who need a drink before you (Slap somebody)
All my cats on the corner who's packed in the shottie
Who need a blunt before you (Slap somebody)
Rewind this jam and let it rock the party before, I
Slap somebody
I speak with more technique than karate cuz I, will
Slap somebody

[Keith Murray]
Ayo I'm strictly from the street, that's why I get love
Airin dearin niggas out in the back of the club
With the mic in my hand, just got paid
Take these suckers out till I get on stage
When the girls see my face and they all get excited
Dogs in the front row bout to start a riot
Too loud to be quiet, too wired to be tired
Yo E crank this shit up and get it started
Get the crowd funky like the whole place farted
MC's rest in peace like dearly departed
Then it's all in togehther now, let me show you how
I do it rock n roll style, and dive in the crowd
Murray aint the average MC, I got alotta things
But don't act conceited when you see me on the street
I hang with the rich, keep it real with the poor
Kick hard metaphor, cuz that's what I'm here for
Catch me east of the sun or west of the moon
Lookin butterfly like a caterpillar just cocooned
Smooth like Thug Passion over the rocks
So sporty they need to put me on a Wheaties box

CHORUS

[Keith Murray]
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today
In a special way to play on baby play
The way you shake that ass girl is somethin drastic
Fabulous , and fantastic
Fly like a B-52 hot stepper
Got Latinos yellin, "Wepa, ese loco, da le toto
Pese mi culo, pape chulo"
Whatever, the more the merrier, the longer the weave the scarier
My squad is Def and we aint hearin ya
B.E., to think quick with the speed of a cheetah
Strip down to my wife beater
Baby doll shake what you got, I'm not a playa hater, I just dis alot
And don't slam the doors of the Mazzarati
Because I, will, slap somebody

CHORUS

Bring me up somethin nice, cool to drink in this bitch before I
Slap somebody
Fix me somethin hot to eat before I have to go outside and
Slap somebody
Throw your hands in the sir from side to side before I
Slap somebody

FADE OUT

Intro:
Yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
This is for only certain people (word up)
This is for all my peoples in the struggle
All my peoples in jail
All my peoples dyin' to live

Verse One:
On my way home alone I took the shoertcut through the danger zone
Ran into alligator looking Jerome
I jumped out the truck all drunk
Nuts hanging out the car like "what?"
Nigga, I gives a fuck
He said "what up" I said "what up"
He said "I need to be up"
I went in my nuts hit him with a 100 yo
He gave me a glare with sparklin' gold teeth
And said
Yo Keith, your product is always peace
Yo son, you know I just got released
I was on the block and got bagged by pussy police
And they the reason why Calvin is deceased
The bullshit will never cease but dough is comin' at least
I gave him a pound and a hug
Told him "hold it down thug"
Peace
I'm a fleece cuz its hotter than fish grease
We was high as a kite
Feelin' kinda petro
I metroed
My way back to the Montero
Before I even made it to the car door
I was rushed by 2 jakes
and then 2 more
so here wew are fightin' through all the excitement I ask
What you lockin' me up for?
One said Secret Indictment

Chorus: (2x)
There's nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
The gates are locked
And you are trapped inside

Verse Two:
Starin' at the face of the judge
With the identical image of a true thug
I shoulda smuggled in a shotty (word up)
Cuz they tryin' to treat me like I killed somebody
And what the D.A. had to say
Wasn't justice in no kinda way
Under the doc number 284389
We the people recommend upstate time
I said your honor
I can't even see that far
That's when my lawyer started droppin' the repetoir
He said your honor
These allegations against my client are very undefient
Toward the contrary
The judge said
Mr. Murray didn't I tell you if you in my courtroom again
Your ass is gone a long time
Then he presumed
Plus your a member
Of the notorius gang
the Legion of Doom
He said look at me
Thought he shook me
I turn around and the bastard
Through the book at me
I hope this teaches you a lesson
A half a million dollar bail
Boom
This court is in session

Verse Three:
I reach the tear visions of pair
Remind me I'm locked up
So I got no chance but not to give a fuck
Check out my perspective as it dropped
A lock across ya chest
And bust ya snotbox
Technicalites make me wanna bust chops and cops
And murder flocks in all actualities
That's a necessity in my recipe
Plus it was a black cop that framed me
And if it ain't one thing
It's another ask my brother
Went in jail for one thing
Stayed in for another
So here I am frustrated
Sittin' in jail
Thinkin' bout all my unfinished business left in the world
I hopped on the jack connect with my connect
Told him what I was up against
Plus they found a Tech
Get the cash together
Put up the car and the house
We on the jail phone
So watch what come out ya mouth
In 24 hours I was out
But the situation's never ended
Cuz the case is pended
To be continued

"word"- Slick Rick

Intro:
Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All
my peoples on the left rock on. All my peoples on the right. Word up. Def
Squad rock on.

Verse 1:
Well it's the supersonical ginintonical
Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs
Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Poppa Smurf
I'm worldwide like on the web in your turf
With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks
For those that thought I wouldn't be back
With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama
Save the rah rah for your mama
Bragadoshis prone to static
Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
I can't be dissed so you can stop tryin'
And Keith Murray will prevail
So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell

Hook:
I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
"now this song is from all of us to all of them" (x2)

Verse 2:
Yo I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch
Hit it with the Midas touch
Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush
Never ran never felt the need to run
They know not to come cause they all get some
I'm still fabulous still mackadoshis
My dj still cut it the closest
So who's an error when's a never?
I melt through your butter leather
And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater
Deep as a river in a ragin' flood
I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love
Comin' less than zero modern day hero
Deliver hot shit just like Dominos
Keep it movin' or get it on
Cause money talks and bullshit runs the marathon word is bond
Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin'
Word up son you we keep it rockin'

Hook

Verse 3:
I'm like a character and my life is a movie
Groupies step to me
Do me
Try to sue me
Because I make a record got money in a car
I'm a star?
Naw naw naw that's bullshit paw
In the black range look ya never ever worry
Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' "That's Keith Murray"
The name of the game is fame
You know the price you recognize the God like Christ
Masses of posses packed up schemin'
Ladies love me they keep on screamin'
Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today
Some might listen to my music and try to say
Nothin' other than "Yo this shit is dope"
And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke
From day to day month to month year to year
I swear I tear any mic any stage anywhere
I be the standards of which excellence is measured
So for me to rock all day it'll be my pleasure

Hook

Intro:
Motherfucker. You motherfuckers!

Verse 1:
Keith Murray flips the undergroup cut dope funk flow chromotose
So listen close
I'm like the undertaker turning rappers into ghosts
Host and roast MC's like I'm suppose
I can send L.O.D. to bust caps perhaps
Bring E and Red and we can kick some raps
This track is so sickenin' and bouncin'
Make you nod your head so much you need counciling
I flow to a rough kind of mode
Competition run for cover cause I'm droppin' loads
No brainer crossing over in the Range Rover
Insainer pack heat like a super nova
Keith Murray gets it on and poppin'
Shut it down like administrative lockin'
Marble face poetry poverty hard
Perform like the ?
We went from allies to enemies
Stingin' like centipedes
Sit around and watch death come in threes
I burn like lye
Gruesome like Faces Of Death parts 1,2,3,4 and 5

Hook:
Everyday I got a new style hatchin'
This is more than rappin' this is media hyjackin'
"As long as I'm alive I'm a keep the vibe
24-7 365"- Redman (x2)

Verse 2:
I'm a leader without affair
Soldier without a past
Come around here frontin' and we gonna splash your ass
And you feelin' me you drillin' me with maximum intensity
Intentionally that's how it's suppose to be
Spectacular monster rap or slasher
At the nightfall I'm after ya like Blackula
I rap with a Blackenstein frame of mind
Aircraft fly when I use to push my braids to the side
Slide from Keith Jekyle to Murray Hyde
My battle cry make niggas wanna just lay down and die
It's imparitive that you feel the heritage I provide
Comin' courtesy but with no Jive
? freaka, conversatin' through frequent modulations out digital speakers
I make you give it all you got don't stop for a breather
Turn a rap aethesist into a Def Squad believer
Yo Keith Murray can't be touched
Plus girls jump in my flow like double dutch
What

Hook

Verse 3:
You went from a full course meal to a half chicken wing
Girl you gotta grow up if you wanna do your thing
You can't make me or break me but hate me greatly
Call me on my birthday to try to aggrivate me
Cause when I rock I got all the girls with me
Got niggas bouncin' off the wall like spider monkey
Bury the hatchet in the back of anybody tryin' to match it
It's the vulture new fulture gonna scratch it while you catch it
There's a hole in the bucket there lies a
Nigga dead and stinkin'
For sittin' around with his ass stinkin'
Flamboyant undunted most wanted
Those that don't understand it better get up on it God damn it
The life of the party order hits like John Gotti
But shhh that's on the low don't tell nobody
The scientist of the George ave do work in the lab
Test my experiments out on the ave
They got you thinkin' but they lyin' anyways
So when they gossipin' about us they got nothin' to say
Don't play

Hook

Outro:
Yeah yeah yeah once agian the incredible
Mr. Murray comin' at you incredible Def Squad unforgeytable.
Flippin' the script and all that other good shit
We gonna let y'all niggas know to your face what's up.

Intro:
Mass hysteria illusion widespread across the world. Riots are reported in
London and the United Nations is calling for an emergency meeting.

Verse 1:
A-Yo back in the day I sold hand to hand crack
Escapin' jail all day to get my money back
Starving' so bad that my stomach touched my back
Anywhere that I went yo I didn't know how to act
Oh his chain is phat
Fuck that snatch that flash the gat
When all I really wanted to do was rap (1,2 y'all)
I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back
Cla clack take that catch a heart attack
I am the illest MC on the streets today
But fans say wack rappers shouldn't come my way
But I say
I destroy crews like an AK
Well OK please explain why you talk this way
Cause you can sell a million records and be wack (word up)
You can have mad skills and don't sell jack
It got my brain racin', heart pacin', fightin' incarceration
On the Internet in front of the whole nation
In front of the judge with a grudge and no budge
And no love
That's how it is when you a thug
If push comes to shove I rise above
And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love

Hook
"Ooh street life there's a thousand parts to play
Street Life. Until you play your life away ooow"

Verse 2:
Me and my peeps on the creep deep like sleep
Hip in heat in the seat of the jeep
The more I try to get out the more I realize I can't
So I roll with the beat and sing the war chant
The power and the struggle in the concrete jungle
And the troubles in the rubbles of the brothers on the bubble
And yeah I heard your story your fuckin' niggas bore me
On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory
You ask Joe you sad as John Doe
You can fool some heads but the real niggas know (word up)
Niggas try to get on the mic with no skills
I got one question for you
How that shit feel?
You feel you keepin' it real but you fake as a three dollar bill
My grandmother has more skill
My man A+ put the bug in my ear
But don't make me open that door and have to go there
Because...

Hook

Verse 3:
Truethfully I went from havin' nothing to eat
To eatin' a feast
I went from chillin' on the streets to livin' in phat suites
I went from a twenty four hour day crime wave
To workin' in the studio with E gettin' paid
And it ain't no mystery people know the history behind me
And if you don't ask somebody on the street
But Murray never worry the girls love me very
Make a hit record quick fast in a hurry
Total captivation domination with conversation
That'll be talked about by the younger generation
Remedial MCs will always implement violence
That's because they ain't got no talent
So I suggest you rest and learn about the heart in your chest
Never the less fuck who's bein' the best
More small rappers unite for world peace (word up)
And take back our streets yo

Hook

(feat. Redman, Erick Sermon, Too $hort)

[Keith Murray (All)]
Yeah, ride with me, yeah!
Yeah! Ride with me
Roll ya down windows and ride with me
(Ride with us) Yeah!
Bitch (Ride with us) Yeah!
(Ride With us)
Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us)

[Verse 1: Too $hort (Erick Sermon)]
Let's smoke this Oakland Indo don't roll down the window
Start the car we ain't going to far
You know that big booty girl you're always fucking wit?
She got a sister, I really want to get
Some Georgia girls, some College Park
You already fucked when we get to start it off
Park in a drive-way, it won't take long
Do it like that it goes, on and on
You know this the kind of the shit I know you want
E made the beat, let me show you something (Yeah)
Quite a few hate us, wanna see us play out
But we got the formula to get paid now (Word up)
You can't stand in the way of success
We got the same job but you make much less
I remember how it used to be (Like what?) before we had crack
If you had a few hundreds in your pocket that was fat

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}]
If you feel like smoking then (Ride with us) {Yeah!}
Hop the train with no token (Bitch) (Ride with us) {Yeah!}
If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us)

[Keith Murray]
Roll ya windows down and (Ride with us)

[Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}]
If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us) {Yeah!}
And if ya hate fake niggas then (Ride with us) {Yeah!}
And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us)

[Redman (All)]
Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us)

[Verse 2: Keith Murray (Redman)]
Aiyyo, I lick two shots it's heard around the world
Check out our forty and a blunt can take a nigga girl (Take a nigga girl)
Like E ? don't say nothing I'm hunting (Word)
On the microphone, it's the eve of destruction (Yeah!)
As the world goes around like passion you get flat in a orderly fashion
You was warn like a coming detraction
I got playa hated, felt liberated
Put em on a burner cause nigga violated (Word! Word!)
We scamper like guide dogs through the fog
If ya feel like you wanna hop, leap like a frog (Like a frog!)
Like a Sergent General, get busy chief (Word up)
The fastast way to spell wrong relief is Keith! (Keith!)
I leave you ass'd out like a cocain droute
Aiyo, can I get a witness like Andre Crotch? (Crotch!)
Niggaz need to stop frontin, bitches need to stop stuntin (Word!)
Cause they know fuck well they can't stop my production

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}]
If ya like smoking then (Ride with us) {Yeah!}
Hop the train with no token (Ride with us) {Yeah!}
If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us)

[Redman {Too $hort} (All)]
Roll ya windows down and {Beotch!} (Ride with us)

[Erick Sermon (All)]
And If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us)
And if ya hate fake niggas then (Ride with us)
And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us)

[Redman (All)]
Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us)

[Verse 3: Redman {Erick Sermon}]
Aiyyo, I got the, forty acres without the fucking mule
Doc Ike Turner, giving mic's audio abuse {Word up}
I smack a big mouth bitch, and her baby sitter and her lesbian friend, and
That nigga with her
I don't give a fuck I smack blood outta midget
My tactics make Evil D say "Come on, kick it!"
A black five with rims which could spot me in
When I die, I snatch you like Doc Kervorkian
So turn the beat up while Narcs got me on sweep up (Uh-huh)
I'm lucky, I usually tote more guns than Peter (Ha-ha)
I'll fuck you up till where you forehead and cut meat up
You wanna box I +Square+ more than Madison Arena (Ding!)
Backstabbing bitches and niggas, EAT A DICK!
Plus, you never heard the Doc do nothing like this
Backstabbing bitches and niggas, EAT A DICK!
Plus, you never heard the Doc do nothing like this

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (All)]
If ya like smoking then (Ride with us)
Hop the train with no token (Bitch) (Ride with us) (Yeah!)
If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us)

[All]
Roll ya windows down and ride with us

[Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}]
And If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us) {Yeah!}
And if ya hate fake niggas then ( Ride with us) {Yeah!}
And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us)

[Redman (All)]
Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us)

[Erick Sermon]
Come on ride with us, ride with us
Come on, ride with us, ride with us
Come on, ride with us, ride with us
Ride ride ride ride ride ride ride
Come on, then ride with us, ride with us
Come on, ride with us, ride ride

Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down

Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
(Get it)
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
(Get it)
Jungle Boogie
(Ooh the boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Get down)
Jungle Boogie
(Ah)
Jungle Boogie
(Shake it around)

Jungle Boogie
(Get up, then you get down)
Jungle Boogie
(Boogie, boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Boogie, boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Brrr)
Jungle Boogie
(Well ya get down)
Jungle Boogie
(Get the boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Yeah in the jungle)
Jungle Boogie
(Get down with the boogie)

Get down, get down
Get down, get down
(Yeah)
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
(Yeah)
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
(Jungle Boogie)
Get down, get down
(The boogie)
Get down, get down
(The boogie)
Get down, get down
(Jungle boogie)
Get down, get down
(Yeah)
Get down, get down
(Its the boogie)
Get down, get down

Uh, get it
Feel the funk, y'all
Let the boogie flow
Huh, uh uh
Huh, uh uh uh
Huh, uh mm'
Get down with the boogie
Get it, get the jungle boogie
Get down
Huh, uh, get down with the boogie
Said UH, uh
Get down
Said UH, uh
Get down
Said UH, uh
Get down
Said UH, uh
Huh, till ya feel it y'all
Huh, get down y'all
Huh, uh get down
Huh, uh y'all get down
Uh, oh, with the get down
Uh, ughhh
Uh, ha, get down
Whoooaaaa

Phase one

I grab the Henny and twist the top
Guzzle it that's when the reaction starts
I split the chalk with the dutch
Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked
Keith Murray's never smokin on babith
Niggas give me dirt and I throw it in the garbage
Actual facts, writin exact, sacks of African Black
I smoke two back to back
I smoke so much I choke out fire alarms
With the towel under the door feel the effect of the bar
Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
Inahle it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
Then *blowing sound*, blow it out yo nose

CHORUS: Repeat lines 11-14 2X

Me and the Funk Doctor Spot up top on the hop
Block two big jig hot shots coppin mots
Seasons slice precise, ice 'n' tights
Chickenheads that circle the block twice
If you chokin then pass cuz it's not a game
Bitches hit my blunts and never feel the same
They start actin strange and kinda erotic
I try to tell her you aint nothin bout no chronic
Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk
And light a fat one up for the sargeant general of New York
Who determine gettin lifted kill brain cells maybe
If it wasn't for weed, niggas would be goin crazy
So smell it from afar, comin from the bar
Or rushin out when I open up the car door
Whether home or party in a bag or a jar
Put that lah in the air and represent with a stand form

CHORUS 2X

I'm not sayin I'ma a pothead, cuz I'm not
I'm just sayin that I smoke alot
Catch me in V.I.P. smokin with Dennis Scott
Or after the show in the parkin lot
I only buy weed from a selective few
Cuz niggas is wicked and they will get you
I ran outta blunts got some paper from your mother
She had extra weed so we rolled another
No doubt, I hear you out
Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out
I'ma kite cuz I missed the buddah spot before the flight
And damn we gon be away for like 12 nights
So here I am in Amsterdam gettin high again
You know what, come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken
Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
Then *blowing sound* blow it out yo nose

CHORUS

Yo shit is real dog, you know?
Stay out the web, 'cause once you get caught up in the web
That's it, you know?
They get you they got you good
Yo do the knowledge, take notice, stay focused
Shit is real, and it's real hard out there, for a black nigga

[verse 1]
Ayo the way they doin me I can't stand it
Branded as a social bandit, but I'm a man and i'ma handle it
I'm not the first and I won't be the last
Just look how they did pac and tyson in the past
Yo at times, sometimes, I feel like I'm cursed
Because my life done went from bad to worse
Through all the stressful moments and all of the worry
I'ma still remain the same keith murray
Because I know deep in my heart God is on my side
If I gotta do my time, then i'ma do my time
They label you wrong, when you try to do right
And then they wonder why a con is so uptight
I'm just livin proof, of when you livin the truth
I been goin through bad times, since I was a youth
Now look, they got me locked in jail
People wonderin will I prevail or fail
But only time will tell

My mind, just now and then
Lookin down the corridors and wonders what might have been
It was a bad day

[verse 2]
Yo, I wouldn't even stand here and lie to you, yeah it's true
All the shit that you hear about I'm goin through
And we good people at heart jesus knows that we try
So I wonder why we get a break no time
My little sister just died, and the judge let me fry
And now I gotta kiss my lil daughter goodbye
All the pressure, make me wanna grab the tech off the dresser


But understand that don't make you a man
So I address the, situation best way that I can
With a letter to the senator, from the lyrical political prisoner
That the system label a sinister
In jail while I confess my sins to the minister
It's enough to make a nigga go a-wall
But for now I leave it in the hands of the lord

It's a real situation we all go through
You know, unfortunately, today was a bad day
Word, recognize, I'm no different from you
You no different from me, you know
It was a bad day

[verse 3]
No slack for the rapper, no rest for the worried
Now everybody in the world heard of keith murray
When the hype dies down and reality sets in
We all goin through the same thing for a friend
And it ain't nothin good in the hood
Your own people will stab you in the back
Set you up and get you good
From the start, I came from the heart
Giuliani got the nerve to oppose the million youth march
They confiscated my passport, though I might of boated
I'm young black and dangerous that's why I got railroaded
And magazines, as if it's been misquoted, let it be noted
They can't break me to the streets I'm forever devoted

Yo
I'm tellin you man, this is life, you gotta live this life
Would you fall, would you make it, you never know
Today was a bad day
Livin proof of the truth, locked the f**k up, on some bullshit
You know, you livin, right or wrong
It was a bad day
But yo keep your shit tight, 'cause when the get you they get you good
I had a bad day
Yeah, I understand you had a bad day

[Verse 1]
I'ma take you back to day one, livin in this New York slum
It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some
Moms left at 15, had no American dreams
To this day, I'm sellin to my cousin who's a fiend
No one would got me but my older brother
Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother
But didn't care back then, that's why she left like that
Now my parents became the street, and it's best like that

[Verse 2]
Some nights I pray to God and ask him to pull my cord
Cuz times is hard like the opposite street'll leave you scarred
Street wise with no respect for authority and shit
A chronic hustler of crack, a typical bitch
Raised by madu who strung out on a glass dick
But every now and then I blessed her with a hit
So she don't have to trick
It's prevalent amongst kids today
Hustle krills, stack dough, and everything's okay

HOOK
It's the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines
of self preservation and starvation (I gotta live)
It's the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines
of self preservation and starvation (and I gotta live)

[Verse 3]
My life in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls
It was rough growin up around the boys and girls
After daddy left, shit was a mess, momma stressed
But I give her an award, cuz damn she tried her best
Holdin down the household, barely had money to fold
Christmas time, cherished our little shit like gold
I can't front, daddy was still there for me, cared for me
But him and mommy breakin up was like a nightmare to me

[Verse 4]
Yo this is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Success is nothin if it aint if it was with the others
We gotta make the best out of this terrible situation
If not for us, for the younger generation
We gotta break the chain, and deal with the pain
For all our people that was slayed in vain (revenge)
For all our peoples that was falsely framed (revenge)
For all our peoples that's livin the name

HOOK

[Verse 5]
Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me under the wing
And then I teamed up with the most beautiful thing
In the world, cuz L.O.D. we all we got
I'm a fans and my mans keep it like it or not
I know it hurts, havin to do everyday dirt
Police all over my back, feel like bustin them jerks
When I'm my road to the riches, I stay away from snitches
And them bitches, and keep my mind on business

[Verse 6]
Life was tough so I became aggressive like a pit
The only time I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit
Thinkin me and my team can be tight like the gambino
Muscle in the hustle scene respected like Leno
It gets deeper than the words of Proverbs
New thoughts emerge, as I cop the squat on the curb
Thinkin the herb strengthen my brain like spinach
And heavy shine, flooded with ice might reduce my self spirts

[Verse 7]
Stick em, my life is so real it hurts
Like when I saw my pops bein driven off in a hearse
Like when I saw my mother bein driven off in a hearse
Like you school when the roach crawl out my shirt
Like on Thanksgiving when we got free food from the church
Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc
Rockin been stripe knees and latigra shirts
Back then L.O.D. was puttin in work

From the cradle to the grave
We all in the struggle, we gon struggle, we gon strive to stay alive
All my real people know what I'm talkin about
Watch each other backs
Word up, my life is nothing without my niggas, word up