The Rhyme Lyrics - Keith Murray

Verse 1 

Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every function 

with scientifical mad man consumptions 

with mass productions of mass conjunctions 

I display new ways of mc destruction 

'cause ain't nothin' better than the shit I got 

makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof-tops 

I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks 

when I rock box your block 

my hypothesis on this is you niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quick 

or get dissed 

my brain bleeds mental complex feeds 

bring it on kid I got exactly what you need 

twisted metaphors to get your shit in star wars 

live forever like Bob Marley just because 

the mad matador metaphor rips the hard core 

for him and his them and theirs you and yours 

chorus: 

And it beez like that sometimes 

cause I can't control the rhyme 

I said it beez like that sometimes 

cause I can't control the rhyme 

I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy 

we keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy 

cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy 

and it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy 

Verse 2: 

the most beautifullest vocabulist 

punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus 

my analysis is roughly calloused 

you better practice if you want to challenge this 

I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars 

you gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are 

the funk phat tracks lures you to listen 

as my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position 

learn a quick lesson of mic aggression 

so when I walk down the street there'll be no second guessing 

now you can walk the walk talk the talk 

back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray 

I'm a scientist in the mix like Plyx 

turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots 

non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil 

punch you Grand Royal as you foam like boil 

Chorus 

verse 3: 

I played the many thousand roles of street life 

showed Whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight 

me and my crew be tight like Lavren and Shirley 

rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies 

emcee's always bitch, that makes my style all hard 

I role with nobody but God and the Squad 

me and my troops we knock the shit out the sides of dudes 

lettin the OJ juice loose on phat tracks E-d produced 

Chorus