Текст песни Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleKeith Murray
Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleKeith Murray слова песни
Yo, yeah, uhhhhYo whattup?Yo, it`s the lyrical lexiconThe matador of metaphorMista Keith MurrayChillin with my nigga Funk FlexWord upGot the Squadron, word upWord up, check it out, checkNow, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoIt`s the return of the lyrical lunatic, still kickin rough shitWhat you say? I slap your stink ass, bitchI shape and build my skill like an architectTeflon style, rhymes be GortexI`m the highest exalted ruler on the mic with propsAll this over hippin the hop bullshit gon` stopIt beez Keith not Bill, Murray not SweatYour politics be politically incorrectWe keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like well OF COURSEDef Squad cough a rough courseYou weak wack niggaz can`t do me noneFive hundred, radiant height I run with the sunApparently, you need to check my pedigreeAnd do the knowledge to the S-C-I-E-N-C-EFake ones fear it, real ones cheer itCause they all feel me from the womb of the human spiritWith logic and reasons I justify my meansSee you on the scene, fuck you up like Tyson did to Mitch GreeneIn fact black yeah it beez like thatIf you kill my dog I`ma slay your catThe supersonical genitonical astrochronicalSplatter crews, all you hear is ahhs and oohsTime to face the music bring you down to Earth like Papa SmurfI`m World Wide like on the Web, in your turfWith full fledged raps packed with anxiety attacksfor those who thought I wouldn`t be backWith that bone chillin horror, killin all ongoin dramaSave the rah rah for your mamaBragga-tocious, prone to staticCome through the studio, wreck the mic by force of habitTantalizing, make you feel good like cryingI can`t be dissed, so you can stop tryingAnd Keith Murray will prevailAnd you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell