Herb Is Pumpin Lyrics - Singles - Keith Murray

I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum 

And blow MC's to kingdom come 

The future holds nothing else but confrontation 

Murray is a lyric lunatic toc 

Boom, I fill the room with the rough rhymes I consume 

My lyrics is too fly for this world, word 'em up yo 

And more famous than the Jheri Curls 

My rhymes correspond with the funk beat 

Like infrared correspond with heat 

I'm malicious and vicious, puttin' rappers in stitches 

Yeah, yeah, when I'm rippin' up twelve inches like this 

My rap style is a metallic bastard 

That thrives off of battery acid, word 'em up 

I rhyme like I'm hungry over funk beats 

For those who shit where they eat 

Reach and your strategies'll be picked off 

Cream puff sweet, I freak the sheek type of speech 

The vital, verbal combat I enlist 

Wraps rappers' brains up into a pretzel twist, word 'em up 

When I'm coastin' with the funk style potion 

I leave your notion dead and bloody in the ocean 

I can't be beat, so don't be under that assumption 

I flow as long as the herb is pumpin' 

"Yo, what kind of weed is this?" 

"It's the bom bom zee, baby" 

"Yo, this shit is way out" 

"Yo, let's be outta here" 

Come and take a ride on my bad side 

You can't fuck with my style 'cause it's pasteurized 

And when I meet my match, I'm tyin' 'em up 

In the bassline and stabbin' 'em in the spine for tryin' to play fly 

We got to have it like some hungry dirty stinkin' motherfuckers 

Always actin' wild and stupid like truckers 

Goin' against the grain, barbecuin' niggaz 

In the Purple Rain as my wild brain child style goin' insane 

And I'm wild with the usage of a harsh word 

My style of speak is mentally disturbed 

I drug the head more than hallucinogenics with rhymes like these 

On the mic I'm catchy like herpes 

Covalent ionically with the mic I combine 

And gain more strength, than a molecule enzymes 

E crack the sticks while I get in the mix 

And kick some fix after prefix after predicates 

I take a trip down memory lane 

And kick some shit, that'll bust your brain 

Hit as you should, a real common hood 

Not Stephanie Mills but I still feel good 

I take a Phillie Blunt to go and yo 

I flow as long as the herb is pumpin'