Some Shit Lyrics - Keith Murray

"Yo this shit right here is some shit some serious shit" 

Yo the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine 

Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon 

Or hoppin out the Keith Murray Suburban 

Or hoppin out the Lex Land wit Redman wildin and cursin 

My thought process is mysterious like the Lochness 

My furious mindset is complex 

Killin shit like a carnivorous millitant prehistoric monster 

Comin to stomp all over you hip-hop conference 

Landed in an Unidentified Flying Object 

Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus 

The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous 

Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus 

My metaphors sting like after haircuts when 

The alcohol is applied to the raw skin 

So whoever want to battle get blasted 

Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like Pampers 

You had a bad bitch, I left the back twist 

I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal passage 

Dug her out all day, then changed my sperm DNA 

Now she got nobody to blame 

I been spittin raw, what the fuck you think I'm livin for 

Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison tour 

For wannabe hard niggaz, insecure niggaz 

Wit they heads to big for they neck to support niggaz 

Three in the Squad plus me equal four members 

An extra addition for any special force mission 

Man listen 

Ain't these niggaz on some shit 

Keith Murray, Canibus ain't no stoppin it uhh 

Let me draw a brief description of what happened 

I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the clappin 

Three-fifty-seven degrees I was separated 

Have bullets deflected metal, bodies decapitated 

GUSH!! a nigga got struck as I look 

I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH!!) 

Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face 

A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I enjoyed the taste 

The case is that I split your melon 

And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings 

I'm wildin for Long Island, I turned and took Charles Ferguson 

And open fire on any trains now 

You may never know who's in your shadow 

You punk ass niggaz just best stay shallow 

And hollow, if you want to live to see tomorrow 

'cause ain't no sun comin out tomorrow 

Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz might regret like 

Blast you in your face and disregard your vest 

I'm pissin and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen 

Just to let you pussies know how I'm livin 

'cause I Return like the Jedi, wit my dead eye 

Leave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in Bed-Stuy 

Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz want to wet it 

Word up, got me ready to set it