Erick Sermon, Def Squad, Redman, Keith Murray, Sy Scott - Now Whut's Up lyrics
[Erick Sermon, Def Squad, Redman, Keith Murray, Sy Scott - Now Whut's Up lyrics]
Yo - now when you hear the
Name Keith Murray don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth
Put that to silence
I'm a product of the streets master
Of the breaks and beats
Lyrically headstrong and can't be beat
Triple-minded mentally-combineded underground
Pirate
Microphone tyrant, always comin sideways
And topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty
(uh huh)
Lyrical sayin MC slayin, "Hip Hop Quotable"
Unquotable sociable thirty-eight caliber
Style swayin
Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin
The products of the streets don't be playin
It's a bloody ambush like a
Dirty douche in ya tush
When I push push up in ya bush
Superstar status, break off beats the baddest
Style's the baddest
Bring extra clips to stop the madness
Yo, we in the place - now what's up?
DJ pick up the pace - now what's up?
Gyrate, feel the bass - now what's up?
What the deal, huh - now what's up?
Aiyyo we ain't playin fair no more
There's somethin new in store
A +Hot Boy+ but not from the 504
New technique to rock the mic, uh
Lyrical "Blade" sharp like Wesley
And N'Bushe Wright
Soundbombin - could be a catastrophe, uh
When NASA blast off, Flex blast off me
E-vincible, rap round your left ventricle
So let's be sensible
E tempermental, quick to dismember you
Wyclef that "November" you
They wish they can do (uh) what I can do
If you could switch brains you would
Wouldn't you?
My style is Mike, Vince, Earvin
Jordan, Carter, Julius, servin
MC's at will I'm trickery
Lou ain't stickin me
A curveball, Mark ain't hittin me
Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya
Boys and unemploy some
Put the headphones on your kid
Like Castor Troy's son
Darts'll damage ya dogs
Where the U-Haul in my truck
The camera installed, hand upon my balls
Call the morgue I'm killin 'em
Even Collins not feelin 'em when I drill
'em with skills of ten Eminems
You feminine, don't even call my name
I stay locked down walkin with
A ball and chain
Put the mac where you tongue at, I done that
These young cats'll get thumbtacked and
Sent where Big Pun at
Smoke so much the doc asked where my lung at
I took it out to stash my gun, son run that
Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips
Fuck a system
I keep the heat where your Sega sit
Then I bang the controller
'til the game say 'Over'
In the Bricks we'll stick ya
When ya plane lays over
Yo, y'all know me
Maniacs and addicts add it, at it
Venomous add it snakebiter, out ta addicts
Cause, I'm a little odder, at it
In the Ac' with the aircraft
And then leave inactive
My, alter-ego make niggas alter their egos
I flow and turn the East coast
To one big creep show
South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol vanias
Pennsylvania pistol changin, pistol bangin
I lift metal like Lithuanians
Two-thousand nail me Sy Scott
Rap's newest Damien
It's humane punish ya maine
'Til no skeletal remains remain
Remain mainly main event
Man made disease that's made by man
Crackin the DNA code to see how God made man
I storm the mainland
Scare MC's like slavehands
Put microchips in they wristbands
And make 'em raindance
Lay hands like Mike Strahand
Puttin ya face and hands in Ace bands
Tryin to lift more than ya waistband
I travel every shinin sea, sea and land
To finally see when niggas land
In the error era wherever, forever no error
Easily cut niggas careers down
Like er'ra er'ra
Ever forever and ever, don't you ever
Fuck with Sy, Khi and Erick
When we come together, what?
Name Keith Murray don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth
Put that to silence
I'm a product of the streets master
Of the breaks and beats
Lyrically headstrong and can't be beat
Triple-minded mentally-combineded underground
Pirate
Microphone tyrant, always comin sideways
And topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty
(uh huh)
Lyrical sayin MC slayin, "Hip Hop Quotable"
Unquotable sociable thirty-eight caliber
Style swayin
Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin
The products of the streets don't be playin
It's a bloody ambush like a
Dirty douche in ya tush
When I push push up in ya bush
Superstar status, break off beats the baddest
Style's the baddest
Bring extra clips to stop the madness
Yo, we in the place - now what's up?
DJ pick up the pace - now what's up?
Gyrate, feel the bass - now what's up?
What the deal, huh - now what's up?
Aiyyo we ain't playin fair no more
There's somethin new in store
A +Hot Boy+ but not from the 504
New technique to rock the mic, uh
Lyrical "Blade" sharp like Wesley
And N'Bushe Wright
Soundbombin - could be a catastrophe, uh
When NASA blast off, Flex blast off me
E-vincible, rap round your left ventricle
So let's be sensible
E tempermental, quick to dismember you
Wyclef that "November" you
They wish they can do (uh) what I can do
If you could switch brains you would
Wouldn't you?
My style is Mike, Vince, Earvin
Jordan, Carter, Julius, servin
MC's at will I'm trickery
Lou ain't stickin me
A curveball, Mark ain't hittin me
Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya
Boys and unemploy some
Put the headphones on your kid
Like Castor Troy's son
Darts'll damage ya dogs
Where the U-Haul in my truck
The camera installed, hand upon my balls
Call the morgue I'm killin 'em
Even Collins not feelin 'em when I drill
'em with skills of ten Eminems
You feminine, don't even call my name
I stay locked down walkin with
A ball and chain
Put the mac where you tongue at, I done that
These young cats'll get thumbtacked and
Sent where Big Pun at
Smoke so much the doc asked where my lung at
I took it out to stash my gun, son run that
Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips
Fuck a system
I keep the heat where your Sega sit
Then I bang the controller
'til the game say 'Over'
In the Bricks we'll stick ya
When ya plane lays over
Yo, y'all know me
Maniacs and addicts add it, at it
Venomous add it snakebiter, out ta addicts
Cause, I'm a little odder, at it
In the Ac' with the aircraft
And then leave inactive
My, alter-ego make niggas alter their egos
I flow and turn the East coast
To one big creep show
South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol vanias
Pennsylvania pistol changin, pistol bangin
I lift metal like Lithuanians
Two-thousand nail me Sy Scott
Rap's newest Damien
It's humane punish ya maine
'Til no skeletal remains remain
Remain mainly main event
Man made disease that's made by man
Crackin the DNA code to see how God made man
I storm the mainland
Scare MC's like slavehands
Put microchips in they wristbands
And make 'em raindance
Lay hands like Mike Strahand
Puttin ya face and hands in Ace bands
Tryin to lift more than ya waistband
I travel every shinin sea, sea and land
To finally see when niggas land
In the error era wherever, forever no error
Easily cut niggas careers down
Like er'ra er'ra
Ever forever and ever, don't you ever
Fuck with Sy, Khi and Erick
When we come together, what?