Keith Murray - Keith Murray & Redman - Freestyle lyrics

(Keith Murray) [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy n***as, drinkin Crazy, p**y, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them n***as is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, f** that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my j**els be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more (Redman) Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the n***a jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo f** you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, f** all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite (Keith Murray) We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a sh** Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So f** all that sensuous sh** I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL f**ed up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you n***as try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis n***as comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid (Redman) The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your a** calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept sh** locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This ba** I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherf**er keep the f**in beat on deck! While we wreck his whole f**in set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant]