Straight Loonie Lyrics - Keith Murray

Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked 

And bust some to keep me uplifted 

It flows to my braincells like from smoke 

I'm no joke I make an old man croak because I'm loc' 

I'm wild psychosomatic I got gats 

Stored in my attic for any crazy bastard 

It's all in the mind when the E drops a rhyme 

My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's 

I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out 

Like I stole somethin when I'm bustin 

I'm Don of mic with this shit 

I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?? 

Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who want to 

Backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays! 

Can't get these nuts on the real 

It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel! 

ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas 

With Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters 

So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop 

On the E Double, check the sounds! 

I rise my eyes burnt like cherry 

Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry 

I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye 

until next try!! 

Def Squad, is in the house, yo 

Green Beret, is in the house, yo 

L.O.D., is in the house, yo 

Keith Murray, is in the house, yo 

And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my 

Sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere 

For mad niggaz it's curtains 

I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe 

In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse 

So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first 

And leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck 

Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!) 

From the little voice in my conscious 

I might just leave a crazy-ass unconscious 

And why, is a crooked letter like my alibi 

A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind 

This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die 

Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch! 

West coast, is in the house, yo 

East coast, is in the house, yo 

N.Y.C., is in the house, yo 

Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo