He's Back - Keith Murray

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)

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

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)

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

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