Rhymin' Wit Kel Lyrics - Keith Murray

Come on Yeah 

Hook: 

Who you wit? Where you at? (x2) 

I'm stanking strong 

Twenty three years old now 

With the big bang boogie and the big pow pow 

(Ay yo you Kel) 

Not much just keepin' it tight 

With the Philly Blunt King gettin' high as a kite 

I got no time for bullshittin' 

I have to start lickin' 

Cause niggas get jeal off the shit Kel be kickin' 

Get your free head ups, cause I'm seven foot tall 

And I ain't scared of none of ya'll 

This shit is off the wall 

I be the genie in your lamp, the face on your stamp 

The hip-hop rocker stompin' all through your camp 

We went from smokin' weed in bullen therapy 

To takin' suckers out on national TV 

So on and so on, furthermore in other words 

We kick niggas heads to the curb 

Who you wit? (Def Squad0 

Where you at? (L.O.D.) (x4) 

I shook hands with all across the land from here to Japan 

Back to the motherland up to Canada 

Nigga I"ll Jeru the Damaja 

Your rap style is weak and it has no stamina 

Ay yo, this is for the big quzzlers 

Gun smugglers, drug jugglers and chelua puffers 

Mister Armor to all 

You gonna take a fall 

For tryin' to walk before you crawl 

We'll kick 120 rhymes in 60 seconds 

Niggas standing on the sideline feeling disrespected 

While I dissected your shit get ejected 

I got Kel-Vicious the malicious next to wreck it 

We can make this shit hot or we can keep it cool 

But as soon as a nigga violate the rules 

I get the spot hot quick, (Yo, Kel be illin' and shit) 

Cause I be comin' down the block with the pistol grip 

With all this violence in the world 

How could I not be a crook? 

I could stick a nigga up with my mean fuckin' looks 

Make a bitch drop her draws 

Grab the microphone and pause 

There's many casualites of war 

Killer Kel is at the door 

Who you wit? (Def Squad0 

Where you at? (L.O.D.) (x4) 

I be the mad, mad scientist, mad conquesting 

Getting quick dough like off-track betting 

Overall you niggas be dead on arrival 

Meanwhile me and Kel be buggin' off survival 

My supporting cast will bust that ass 

I got a beeper and a phone but you can find me on the Ave 

Y'all niggas definitely ain't got nothing fur us 

We'll take it to the streets on Stallone and Chuck Norris 

You can wake up call, I got the intchy finger ya'll 

Can''t be sleeping on the block cause that's when I clock 

And it's New Jack City 

Smackig Motherfuckers out like bitties 

Boy your bad, boy your rude, boy our vicious 

Fuck it, niggas get bust now for lookin' suspicious 

I got a 9, pack 9 lives like a cat 

Word is bond, niggas try to bust I bust em back 

And I don't give a fuck about me or you 

I damage your whole family plus your crew