Keith Murray - What A Feelin' lyrics

Verse one: Kaboom! guess who stepped in the room? Lookin' like the creature from the black lagoon There's gonna be a 187 real soon If some n***as don't give me some elbow room I'm runnin with the legion of doom Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon I track range between space and time And push back like receding hair lines That's the essence of the effervescence At this melodic dynamic sh** progresses A mic murderer for hire As i sit back and watch your little gimmick backfire Under the circumstances in any order of events I be with sick n***az rollin thick Dissin the system got america mad at me Like my name was o.j. simpson Chorus: repeat 2x My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip So f** all that sensuous sh** The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you Verse two: Get off my d.k. you pitty pat b**h, stepped into the party People wonderin' if i'm a start some sh** Prisoner of the media very often Cause people be blowin sh** out proportion False information and bogus arithmetic Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating sh** How could i? why should i damage my career? Over a n***a that'll probably bust me out of fear Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that your a** can't get out When i see you i'm a pull your dreads out your scalp Caution: code red I could k** you now but instead i'm a put this thought into your head I got the illest crew in the industry We could go to war for 30 years like foreign countries Yo slow your roll Cause i don't really think you know with what you dealin Chorus Verse three: Man f** b**hes i'm getting money And laughin at these clown a** n***az like they funny The grand imperial with milky material I be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal. One thing i gotta say my squad never lost it Unlike you corny mc's out there who farrah fawcett Can't rhyme runnin your mouth all the time While def squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes Got the funk lord squeezin the life out of keyboards While each mc tear the frame out of mic chords Yo i was in the bullpen with them n***as pullin heists Grown a** men crying like little mice, but i'ma bounce true indeed Cause punk a** only bagged me with two ounces of weed Now i'm back in the city lights And all i can think about is keepin it tight