What a Feelin’ Keith Murray

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room?
Lookin' like the creature from the Black Lagoon
There's gonna be a 187 real soon
If niggas up in here don't give me some elbow room
I'm runnin' with the Legion of Doom
Like a pack of wild wolves foamin' at the mouth on the full moon (Au)
I track range between space and time
And push wigs back like receding hair lines
That's the essence of the effervescence
As this melodic dynamic shit progresses
A mic murderer for hire
As I sit back and watch your little gimmick image backfire
Under the circumstances in any order of events
I be with sick niggas rollin' thick
Dissin the system got America mad at me
Like my name is O.J. Simpson

[Chorus]
My style is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip
Fuck all that sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin' through like the flu bombin' you
My style is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip
Fuck all that sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin' through like the flu bombin' you