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Keith Murray lyrics

Keith Murray lyrics

"This That Shit Lyrics"

Mezzanine Floor Lyrics
Mezzanine Floor I'm on the mezzanine floor, Never been here before no no It's a lonely place, But a house full of grace And I'll get to heaven Yes, I'll get to heaven I'm at this bolted door, but I'm Coming through without permission If I go they say I'm wrong, If I stay there'll be no song<


Up early in the mornin through the break a night

Niggaz be on the block uptight gettin knifes ready to fight

And release, anger from the belly of the beast

Like work release, on the fuckin police

I'll percussion bodies like drums and tracks

And break backs a six maniac, poppin they gums and facts

I bugs the clubs runnin with thugs

Makin niggas bite the bullet and hug the slugs

Ya whole genetics is pathetic

Got me ready to set it, on a shot M1 type wetted

But instead I blow you buck fifty cross the face

For tryin to look hard in the first place

I need beer and a lotta no
Acorn In The Meadow Lyrics
Acorn in the meadow, Meadow filled with sun Sun is shining warm on the meadow. Tree begun Baby in the cradle, Cradle filled with love Mama smiling warm on the cradle from above Someday my baby be a giant man Trees stretch clear up to the sky Me all rest in the shade of it Rest in the roots wh
ise in my ear

In a rowdy atmosphere to even think clear

And all praises due to the LOD's and

fuck the COPS who try to lock us up and throw away the keys



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Now this goes out to my niggas on lockdown

and all my niggas on the streets, This That Shit

(repeat 4X)



I gets to flippin and the phoney can't hold me

Like dyslexia on cerebral palsey with styles, y'all niggas know me

and howI drop, physical science on your whole alliance

Try it, what? I Shoot to Kill like motherfuckin Mad Lion

Who is this doin this emphatic type a disco alpha beta

funkadelic fuckin emphasis, from the funk abyss

Blowin up the spot with the pump-rump

Shakin pistol grip, losin niggas in the plot

I got you out there like Sonny and Cher

I don't give a fuck niggaz goin make me hurt some'in up in here

You get that ass kicked quick fast in a hurry

tryin to ready the mad styles of Mr. Keith Murray

Tryin to step up to my respected bass and treble level

Will get your head beat in with a shovel

And the only thing that could stop me from gettin sloppy

is when the hook comes in by the E-double



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It Was The Night Before Christmas Lyrics
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn ther
I'm sick, I kick the type of shit that make you violent

Make the jails crowded, and have everybody talkin bout it

See I be universally, university

purposely droppin it, psychomatically

Where I'm from is only real hard times

So when I bust on the mic I bust with real hard rhymes

And I'm strapped, with a posse that's ready to snap

And a nigga who make beats like we live in rap

You get do fiend on the scene please

I spread MC's like some old crazy skin disease

Operation murderation radication on your whole staff

Tryin to find your way down Carlton Ave



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