K. I. M. Lyrics - Epmd

[Featuring Keith Murray Redman] 

[Redman] 

Nah nah check this out yo 

I grab my dick spit hit the blinkers split 

the Dutch Coronas tokin irons without permits 

Repetoire long faced murderer's the shit 

Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist 

Esquire for hire with total rapid fire 

Supplier to any Tom Dick Jerry Maguire 

You chose the right man to get the plan executed 

I get the situation happening before you shoot it 

Flow direct-or, surprise you like guess what? 

The hotter I spit I'm trippin off smoke detectors 

Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop 

corks I pop New York with a dot til import 

The art then the craft, will split you in half 

I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft 

While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe 

Uptown, naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it 

Shut your windows and lock your doors 

Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I pour 

And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours 

Atomic Dogs, packed in a black Yukon 

Chorus 

[Erick Sermon] 

John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz rockin for days 

Boriquas, to eses, around the ways 

my own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex 

You don't have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up 

Come now player look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin 

A five year span turned nuttin into somethin 

And don't get familiar, your whole entourage don't be 

feelin ya, behind your back they straight killin ya 

(Who am I?) The Ex-Headbanger bad motherfucker 

High on Friday with Chris Tucker 

I be a Headbanger to my very last breath 

Even Jermaine Dupri think I'm SoSoDef 

K.A., Shawn Mims, I come from a long line of Geechies 

Who didn't care, blow Camp Lo Luchinis 

I transform like Spawn, takes no time 

for me to get on, to the break of dawn, word 

Chorus 

[Parrish Smith] 

PMD, the Purple Heart admiral 

Blow your spot and left shrapnel 

then escaped in the Benz capsule 

Harder than a NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple 

Southpaw, raw since I was a Sophomore 

Before I met Jane in the corridor 

The mentals, rapper slash entrepreneur 

with more action than Roger Moore 

Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four 

Spray Windex on your glass jaw 

Shatter it, fuckin with P, is hazardous 

Iced out Lazarus started and manufactured this 

My Squad's wild like the Manimals on Geographic 

Smash you bastards on some crab shit 

EPMD's the group the Squadron is the click 

Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift cause I'm 

Chorus 

[Keith Murray] 

Keith Murray, the holder of the boulder 

Lyrical analyst mental roller coaster flower 

Money folder, track blower, MC overthrower 

I flow witcha two at a time, like Noah 

I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality 

and kick rhymes in my sleep, and battle Mortality 

Finally, every dimension know Keith 

y'all egotistical simple-minded niggaz is pitiful and weak 

I'll give you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me 

I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality 

At static, lyrical Kraftmatic, smokin 

barkin like a dog, breathin like an asthmatic 

Lyrical sculpture create fly rap sculpture 

Ninety-eight Headbanger boy, yeah I told ya 

Total chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter 

Here comes the lyrical brain melter 

I be maxin and relaxin, attractin action 

Flippin more big ol words than Jesse Jackson 

My shit knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it 

Man I feel for my opponents 

Chorus (to end) 

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