He's Back Lyrics - Keith Murray

Yo rock, cue me in 

We, got, that, funk 

Murray's, packed, with funk (you need to know) 

We, got, the funk for yo' ass (let's go) 

[Keith Murray] 

Yo, a lot of rappers holler tough stuff, they don't live it 

When you hear me emceeing I'm speaking from experience 

Keynote speaker, rock funk freaker 

This lecture is conducted from the mic and through the speaker 

Now who gets weaker, not this dunn 

Look I'm never shook down even when, I was on the run 

I'm a rebel! I love rebel people! 

You're not equal, you damn creep you 

I, wake up in the morning with my game face on 

And play hard all day, word is bond 

By the way whatever happened to, word is bond? 

The brother ak lied to me during ramadan 

I'm taking no prisoners, takin no shorts 

Still drink olde e, cans 40's and quarts 

With creativity, and original thought 

And a twist of fate I twist your face, don't get caught 

[Chorus: Keith Murray] 

Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know 

Where the funk is at, funk that bump that 

Murray's back with that 

Funk to make a person catch a heart attack (he's back!) 

Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know 

Where the funk is at, funk that bump that 

Murray's back with that 

Funk to make a person catch a heart attack (you need to know) 

[Keith Murray] 

We, got, funk, for, y'all, stank, ass, c'mon! 

Yo, here's, what I'ma do for you 

Choke you out 'til your lips and your face turn blue 

Oops! now look what you done made me do 

I, did it again, and the joke's on you 

I'm more than official reputable indisputable 

Lyrical phrasologist (you know how I do) 

Not one of you or any combination of you 

Can ever mess around (boy you know how I do) 

Dialectical linguist, unlimited thinker 

Descriptive mental photographer 

L.o.d. and p.p.p. gets it on 

We strong to cause bodily harm to king kong 

Stock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoa 

This funk here, glocks up, c'mon 

I'm not an r&b pop star rock'n'roller 

I'm a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder 

You mindless, spineless, jellyfish I eat mc's 

which is my favorite dish 

I sailed the seven seas, pack 'em in like sardines 

And eat fruit right off the stress tree 

Keith kill beef like mad cow disease 

Spazz on me? negro! 

Some say I'm sarcastic, with a bad reputation 

But ignore 'em, don't listen, they mr. murray hatin 

[Chorus] 

[Keith Murray] 

This is to my, negroids, spaniels and caucasoids 

Even chisel-faced, hardcore, rap be-boys 

With my high wire, tightrope, trampoline style 

Tear your ass up, with service and a smile 

I'm the, local hero, global player 

Make your grandmother get up and do the murray rainer 

Grab you going to a death row, like an alligator 

Good god, my squad got too much flavor 

Rainbow style like a pack of now or laters 

This funk shit goin' shake the equator 

My, squad, stay true to the game 

We the trillest mother-effers this side of the grave 

[Chorus]