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"word"- Slick Rick Intro: Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All My peoples on the left rock on. All my peoples on the right. Word up. Def Squad rock on Verse 1: Well it's the supersonical ginintonical Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Poppa Smurf I'm worldwide like on the web in your turf With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks For those that thought I wouldn't be back With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama Save the rah rah for your mama Bragadoshis prone to static Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin' I can't be dissed so you can stop tryin' And Keith Murray will prevail So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell Hook: I got the skunky funky illest funk flow For the glamorous scandalous world of radio "now this song is from all of us to all of them" (x2) Verse 2: Yo I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch Hit it with the Midas touch Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush Never ran never felt the need to run They know not to come cause they all get some I'm still fabulous still mackadoshis My dj still cut it the closest So who's an error when's a never? I melt through your butter leather And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater Deep as a river in a ragin' flood I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love Comin' less than zero modern day hero Deliver hot shit just like Dominos Keep it movin' or get it on Cause money talks and bullshit runs the marathon word is bond Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin' Word up son you we keep it rockin' Hook Verse 3: I'm like a character and my life is a movie Groupies step to me Do me Try to sue me Because I make a record got money in a car I'm a star? Naw naw naw that's bullshit paw In the black range look ya never ever worry Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' "That's Keith Murray" The name of the game is fame You know the price you recognize the God like Christ Masses of posses packed up schemin' Ladies love me they keep on screamin' Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today Some might listen to my music and try to say Nothin' other than "Yo this shit is dope" And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke From day to day month to month year to year I swear I tear any mic any stage anywhere I be the standards of which excellence is measured So for me to rock all day it'll be my pleasure Hook