Whut’s Happnin’ Keith Murray

[Intro]
Niggas can't hold me back
We ain't comin' for no bullshit
Niggas talking all that yakkity-yak, word up

[Verse 1]
Here's to Mr. Keith Murray, the Mr. Pictionary
The Mr. Quick To Fuck Shit Up In a Hurry
On the mic I'll squash your little Ms. Philosophy
With atomic technological atrocity
I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me
The supersonic Def Squad MC
Get a bird's eye view
And don't miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus
With futuristic linguistics
Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up)
Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit
But it's automatic, I'm inorganic
With the ability to travel nine planets
Niggas can't understand it
Please, I spark the brain of too many MCs
I be more than gladly to take your G's
We could battle for car keys and car titles
House deeds and bank accounts to make it final
I got what you need
The most homicidal words to come out of a human being
Mind state sick like Idi Amin