La, La, La

[Hook] La la la la la, la la la la I hear you haters talking, but I'm just walking, singing Doing my thing, shining like bling I'm like Only black cats in the airport, but we strutting like And we fronting like [Verse 1] I snatch the spotlight outfit like DJ Lance Yo, L.O.D., Def Squad with the party in a trance Keith Murray, New Yitty, bad boy, getting bitty Very peace fifty six rush Tewksbury Sitting very legendary, omnipotent Spit with such gravity, mister pop clarity You just said golf balls, niggas best to chiz-ill Get high, say anything to try to apiz-eal Cause we all ghetto boys -- you know, Bushwick Biz-ills And we robbing motherfuckers for they gangster griz-ills There's a you four-fender had a weakened agenda Cold as the backstreets of New York in December Rocking out there with silent splendor Like a good ass-whipping, my flow you'll always remember So thanks, give me a light, you hermaphrodites So I could ignite the blunt and take flight Singing [Hook] [Verse 2] Ay yo, these dirt-poor rappers think they be the man I don't even say nothing, I just wave my hand And I hold shit down prime time, no Stephanapolous With hotness? By George, I think you've got it My antibioticly toxic topics Sweat 'em out weave-y, got Drake-y toxins The era of the fugazi emcees is dying Cause so many rappers in they rhymes be lying About ice, selling drugs, busting guns, whipping coupes I see the hype got you gassed like pffft pffft -- oops I keep chickenheads all in hot pursuit Old Jamaican ladies say, "Oh, he looks so cute!" I dance with the devil while doing the Dougie He gonna need No-Doz and coffee to keep up with Keith And y'all don't want none of this splendiferous Slitheressness, gibberishness, deviousness So Jesus, ain't no rapper fucking with Keith I'll burn and break 'em down like Hachise and put 'em in my [Hook] [Verse 3] And I'm out mean-mugging like Perellis be hugging You ain't seen thugging, L.O.D. bean-bugging There's no incidental of influential Over instrumental, flow quintessential You too paradoxical, anti-logical Kid, I'll spontaneous combust you Not only will I throw you under the bus, soldier But I'll back up and run your stank ass over Cause you exaggerated, falsificated Testimonials will not be tolerated My hip-hop melodies cruise like Penelope And stay with you forever, like violent felonies Metaphor entrepreneur, more raw like "Kick in the Door" Got the D's wondering what the dog saw So whores, drop your drawers when we on tours I come once a year like Santa Claus Singing [Hook]