Radio Lyrics - Keith Murray

"word"- Slick Rick 

Intro: 

Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All 

my peoples on the left rock on. All my peoples on the right. Word up. Def 

Squad rock on. 

Verse 1: 

Well it's the supersonical ginintonical 

Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs 

Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Poppa Smurf 

I'm worldwide like on the web in your turf 

With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks 

For those that thought I wouldn't be back 

With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama 

Save the rah rah for your mama 

Bragadoshis prone to static 

Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit 

Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin' 

I can't be dissed so you can stop tryin' 

And Keith Murray will prevail 

So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell 

Hook: 

I got the skunky funky illest funk flow 

For the glamorous scandalous world of radio 

"now this song is from all of us to all of them" (x2) 

Verse 2: 

Yo I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch 

Hit it with the Midas touch 

Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush 

Never ran never felt the need to run 

They know not to come cause they all get some 

I'm still fabulous still mackadoshis 

My dj still cut it the closest 

So who's an error when's a never? 

I melt through your butter leather 

And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater 

Deep as a river in a ragin' flood 

I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love 

Comin' less than zero modern day hero 

Deliver hot shit just like Dominos 

Keep it movin' or get it on 

Cause money talks and bullshit runs the marathon word is bond 

Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin' 

Word up son you we keep it rockin' 

Hook 

Verse 3: 

I'm like a character and my life is a movie 

Groupies step to me 

Do me 

Try to sue me 

Because I make a record got money in a car 

I'm a star? 

Naw naw naw that's bullshit paw 

In the black range look ya never ever worry 

Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' "That's Keith Murray" 

The name of the game is fame 

You know the price you recognize the God like Christ 

Masses of posses packed up schemin' 

Ladies love me they keep on screamin' 

Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today 

Some might listen to my music and try to say 

Nothin' other than "Yo this shit is dope" 

And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke 

From day to day month to month year to year 

I swear I tear any mic any stage anywhere 

I be the standards of which excellence is measured 

So for me to rock all day it'll be my pleasure 

Hook