He's Back

Yo Rock, cue me in.. We, got, that, funk Murray's, packed, with funk (you need to know) We, got, the funk for yo' ass (let's go) [Keith Murray] Yo, a lot of rappers holler tough stuff, they don't live it When you hear me emceein I'm speakin from experience Keynote speaker, Rock funk freaker This lecture is conducted from the mic and through the speaker Now who gets weaker, not this dunn Look I'm never shook down even when, I was on the run I'm A REBEL! I love REBEL PEOPLE! You're not equal, you damn creep you I, wake up in the morning with my game face ON And play hard all day - WORD IS BOND By the way whatever happened to - WORD IS BOND? The brother Ak lied to me during RAMADAN I'm takin no prisoners, takin no shorts Still drink Olde E, cans 40's and quarts With creativity, and original thought And a twist of fate I twist your face, don't get caught [Hook: Keith Murray] Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that Murray's back with that Funk to make a person catch a heart attack (he's baaaack!) Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know Where the funk is at, funk dat bump that Murray's back with that Funk to make a person catch a heart attack (you need to know) [Keith Murray] We, got, funk, for, y'all, stank, ass, C'MON! Yo - here's, what I'mma do for you Choke you out 'til your lips and your face turn blue OOPS! Now look what you done made me do I, did it again - and the joke's on you I'm more than official reputable undisputable Lyrical phrasologist (you know how I do) Not one of you or any combination of you Can ever mess around (boy you know how I do) Dialectical linguist, unlimited thinker Descriptive mental photographer L.O.D. and P.P.P. gets it on We strong to cause bodily harm to King Kong Stock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoa This funk here, Glocks up, c'mon I'm not an R&B pop star rock'n'roller I'm a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder You mindless, spineless, jellyfish I eat MC's.. .. which is my favorite dish I sailed the seven seas, pack 'em in like sardines And eat fruit right off the stress tree Keith kill beef like Mad Cow Disease Spazz on me? NEGRO! Some say I'm sarcastic, with a bad reputation But ignore 'em, don't listen, they Mr. Murray hatin [Hook] [Keith Murray] This is to my, negroids, spaniels and caucasoids Even chisel-faced, hardcore, rap b-boys With my high wire, tightrope, trampoline STYLE Tear your ass up, with service and a SMILE I'm the, local hero, global player Make your grandmother get up and do the Murray rainer Grab you goin to a death row, like an alligator Good God, my Squad got too much flavor Rainbow style like a pack of Now or Laters This funk shit gon' shake the equator My, Squad, stay true to the game We the trillest mother-effers this side of the grave [Hook] - {*repeat to fade*}