Sychosymatic Lyrics - Keith Murray

Verse 1: 

Cow will burn ya, I'm taken MC's straight under 

And you can't see like Stevie Wonder (ha) 

Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone 

Throwin' your chromosomes like a cyclone 

And commercial raps get the gun claps 

A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps 

I'm a kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight 

Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word 'em up) 

Your sight will put you in fright (word) and none of you want to fight 

Cause my game is mad tight aiight 

Yo E this might be my last album son (hell no) 

Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys 

I'm a fuck around and murder everybody 

And get crazy buckwild with the shottie 

You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 million karrots 

Cause I'm sychosymatic 

Hook: 

Ooh I might lose my lose (x4) 

Verse 2: 

I'm from the dirtiest stinkiest part of Long Island 

But in every corner of the world my style be wilding 

And I'm dead serious even though I may be smiling 

I'm conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie 

Coming to get you for your goodies 

So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels think y'all can creep 

But Keith Murray ain't losing no sleep 

I'll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax 

On wax with a bloody axe 

But on the real for the real the real I build on Capital Hill 

And ill cause of skill 

Breakin' shit up with degrees like a Count Crackula 

In fact the factor is compound fractures (uh) 

For every action there's a reaction (yeah) 

Hook (x4)