Funkmaster Flex, Redman, Keith Murray - Keith Murray & Redman - Freestyle lyrics

Live up in this piece
I'ma set off like this, check me out
Now who's these crazy niggas, drinkin
Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw
Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor
Matter of fact I think them niggas is gay
Always having a party with no DJ

When I rap competition be like "What
Squad be on it like that?"
Man, pssct, fuck that
We stay with the lethal dosage
Click on the mic MC's run like roaches
Now they got me up in
England my jewels be dangling
While my single be singling
I come with the hardcore redman please
Come off the wall with some more (Redman)
Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus
Don't y'all know I be the
Nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers
Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's
Robbin y'all for cheese
Now yes y'all whaddIdo
Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew
Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next
To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex
Now, I comes down with the sound
Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift
We comes with the boogie
Fuck all you rookies
We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite

(Keith Murray)
We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let our balls hang like we
On the toilet takin a shit
Styles is all that
And a big bag of chips with the dip
So fuck all that sensuous shit
I represent intellectual violence
And leave your click holier
Than the ten commandments
Like Redman I shift with the Ruck
If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up
No need to ask who is he so we get busy
Scuff our Tims on the boulevard
Of MANY rough cities
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya
Cuz youse a freak by nate
Can't make the face ya brain erasure
Drink your lyrics down straight
With no chaser my verbal combat's like a
Mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggas try to overreact
The LOD love good confrontation of amp
Break your motivation murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous
We top sellers fellas
Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis
Niggas comin through and acting wild
Redman smack the smile off that kid (Redman)
The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a
Thousand watts in your vest
Watch, what level next
I'ma take this ghettoness
A little something for the wicked and beyond
Trapper John can't find the
Sickness in this song
So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's
These Def Squad mentalities
Leave your ass calm
Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam
I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban
To fulfill all these fantasies on the island
To come back home wildin with
Chrome cash and diamonds
In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat
Plus you boo boo kept shit
Locked down on the streets
Peep, how I get funky with techniques
This bass I rock, this bizness I rock
Make crack junkies respect me
Then commence to beat an instrumental
With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential
Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck!
While we wreck his whole fuckin set!