Erick Sermon - Rhymin' Wit Kel lyrics

Intro: Come on, Yeah Hook: Who you wit? Where you at? (x2) Kel-Vicious: I'm stanking strong 23 years old now With the big, bang boogie and the big pow pow (Ay, yo, you Kel) Not much, just keepin' it tight With the Philly Blunt King gettin' high as a kite I got no time for bullsh**tin' I have to start lickin' Cause n***as get jeal off the sh** Kel be kickin' Get your free head ups, cause I'm seven foot tall And I ain't scared of none of ya'll This sh** is off the wall Keith Murray: I be the genie in your lamp, the face on your stamp The hip-hop rocker stompin' all through your camp We went from smokin' weed in bullen therapy To takin' s**ers out on national TV So on and so on, furthermore in other words We kick n***as heads to the curb Hook: Who you wit? (Def Squad0 Where you at? (L.O.D.) (x4) Kel-Vicious: I shook hands with all across the land from here to Japan Back to the motherland up to Canada n***a I"ll Jeru the Damaja Your rap style is weak and it has no stamina Keith Murray: Ay yo, this is for the big quzzlers Gun smugglers, drug jugglers and chelua puffers Mister Armor to all You gonna take a fall For tryin' to walk before you crawl We'll kick 120 rhymes in 60 seconds n***as standing on the sideline feeling disrespected While I dissected your sh** get ejected I got Kel-Vicious the malicious next to wreck it Kel-Vicious: We can make this sh** hot or we can keep it cool But as soon as a n***a violate the rules I get the spot hot quick, (Yo, Kel be illin' and sh**) Cause I be comin' down the block with the pistol grip With all this violence in the world How could I not be a crook? I could stick a n***a up with my mean f**in' looks Make a b**h drop her draws Grab the microphone and pause There's many casualites of war k**er Kel is at the door Hook Keith Murray: I be the mad, mad scientist, mad conquesting Getting quick dough like off-track betting Overall you n***as be dead on arrival Meanwhile me and Kel be buggin' off survival My supporting cast will bust that a** I got a beeper and a phone but you can find me on the Ave Y'all n***as definitely ain't got nothing fur us We'll take it to the streets on Stallone and Chuck Norris Kel-Vicious: You can wake up call, I got the intchy finger ya'll Can''t be sleeping on the block cause that's when I clock And it's New Jack City Smackig Motherf**ers out like bitties Boy your bad, boy your rude, boy our vicious f** it, n***as get bust now for lookin' suspicious I got a 9, pack 9 lives like a cat Word is bond, n***as try to bust I bust em back And I don't give a f** about me or you I damage your whole family plus your crew