Keith Murray - What A Feelin' Lyrics
Verse one:Kaboom! guess who stepped in the room?Lookin like the creature from the black lagoonTheres gonna be a 187 real soonIf some niggas dont give me some elbow roomIm runnin with the legion of doomLike a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moonI track range between space and timeAnd push back like receding hair linesThats the essence of the effervescenceAt this melodic dynamic shit progressesA mic murderer for hireAs I sit back and watch your little gimmick backfireUnder the circumstances in any order of eventsI be with sick niggaz rollin thickDissin the system got america mad at meLike my name was o.j. simpsonChorus: repeat 2xMy style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dipSo ***** all that sensuous shitThe astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin youVerse two:Get off my d.k. you pitty pat *****, stepped into the partyPeople wonderin if Im a start some shitPrisoner of the media very oftenCause people be blowin shit out proportionFalse information and bogus arithmeticGot everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating shitHow could i? why should I damage my career?Over a nigga thatll probably bust me out of fearDont let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass cant get outWhen I see you Im a pull your dreads out your scalpCaution: code redI could kill you now but instead Im a put this thought into your headI got the illest crew in the industryWe could go to war for 30 years like foreign countriesYo slow your rollCause I dont really think you know with what you dealinChorusVerse three:Man ***** *****es Im getting moneyAnd laughin at these clown ass niggaz like they funnyThe grand imperial with milky materialI be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal.One thing I gotta say my squad never lost itUnlike you corny mcs out there who farrah fawcettCant rhyme runnin your mouth all the timeWhile def squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimesGot the funk lord squeezin the life out of keyboardsWhile each mc tear the frame out of mic chordsYo I was in the bullpen with them niggas pullin heistsGrown ass men crying like little mice, but ima bounce true indeedCause punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weedNow Im back in the city lightsAnd all I can think about is keepin it tight
