Keith Murray - Hot to Def lyrics
[Keith Murray - Hot to Def lyrics]
1000 degrees Hot
Continuously, yeah who's that crazy nigga
Drinkin crazy pussy out of crazy straw
Kicking crazy hardcore, crazy metaphors
When I rap competitions
Perform disappearing acts
Niggas ask why the Squad be on it like that
Cause we stay with the lethal dosage
Click on the Mic MC's run like roaches
Truthfully I think them niggas is gay
Always havin a party with no DJ
I had to hold my head in disbelief
Them short winded niggas tried
To smoke the chief of the frontal leaf Keith
Knowing damn well they can't win
My style is rougher than army
Gear and old timb the east coast say ill
The west coast say ill
My squad is def they don't give a fuck
They say kill cause we can all sing together
But we can't talk together
That's why I pack the black
Gat up under the leather and keep it hot
It's 96 degrees in the shade 1000 degrees
I got nuts like Almond Joy
Like Mounds you don't i say and do a lot of
Things some fake rappers won't
Now I'm the show shocker
Plus the show stopper
Down with makin G's and
All the block clockers
Down with LOD, the motherf-ing cop droppers
Down with Def Squad flying through
Your hood in choppers
Yeah we done been in more
Shit in the past year
Than the bloods and crips care to hear
Ear to ear, Glock to hand, Mic to mouth
Resuscitation psychosomatic creation
Killing off the nation of perpetration
Player hating, bringin confrontation
I'll shoot your hips up and
Make you bogle like Jamaicans
I'm doing my thing
If you feel me do your thing
Y'all niggas know my style
I smoke weed on trains and planes
Murderous material submerging from my brain
Chumpin top dollar niggas into small change
And make it hot
I'm the unfuckwitable incredible
Lyrical individual boy your not suitable
I work wonders over the beats
It's no wonder phony MC's get out numbered
Timberlands get tumbled relax your head
Accomodations and compliments of the infrared
Theoretically, hypothetically, practically
Actually ain't nobody fucking with me
I'll sell your stupid ass the Brooklyn Bridge
If you think an MC in your
Camp can fuck with the kid
I want the sun not to shine for six months
To see who fronts
While the Squad light up the sky with blunts
If you catch a nigga dreaming
Thinking he can fuck with my enterprise
Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize
Cause we be on their lemonade type shit
I ain't no faggot but you
Derelicts can suck my dick i make it hot
Continuously, yeah who's that crazy nigga
Drinkin crazy pussy out of crazy straw
Kicking crazy hardcore, crazy metaphors
When I rap competitions
Perform disappearing acts
Niggas ask why the Squad be on it like that
Cause we stay with the lethal dosage
Click on the Mic MC's run like roaches
Truthfully I think them niggas is gay
Always havin a party with no DJ
I had to hold my head in disbelief
Them short winded niggas tried
To smoke the chief of the frontal leaf Keith
Knowing damn well they can't win
My style is rougher than army
Gear and old timb the east coast say ill
The west coast say ill
My squad is def they don't give a fuck
They say kill cause we can all sing together
But we can't talk together
That's why I pack the black
Gat up under the leather and keep it hot
It's 96 degrees in the shade 1000 degrees
I got nuts like Almond Joy
Like Mounds you don't i say and do a lot of
Things some fake rappers won't
Now I'm the show shocker
Plus the show stopper
Down with makin G's and
All the block clockers
Down with LOD, the motherf-ing cop droppers
Down with Def Squad flying through
Your hood in choppers
Yeah we done been in more
Shit in the past year
Than the bloods and crips care to hear
Ear to ear, Glock to hand, Mic to mouth
Resuscitation psychosomatic creation
Killing off the nation of perpetration
Player hating, bringin confrontation
I'll shoot your hips up and
Make you bogle like Jamaicans
I'm doing my thing
If you feel me do your thing
Y'all niggas know my style
I smoke weed on trains and planes
Murderous material submerging from my brain
Chumpin top dollar niggas into small change
And make it hot
I'm the unfuckwitable incredible
Lyrical individual boy your not suitable
I work wonders over the beats
It's no wonder phony MC's get out numbered
Timberlands get tumbled relax your head
Accomodations and compliments of the infrared
Theoretically, hypothetically, practically
Actually ain't nobody fucking with me
I'll sell your stupid ass the Brooklyn Bridge
If you think an MC in your
Camp can fuck with the kid
I want the sun not to shine for six months
To see who fronts
While the Squad light up the sky with blunts
If you catch a nigga dreaming
Thinking he can fuck with my enterprise
Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize
Cause we be on their lemonade type shit
I ain't no faggot but you
Derelicts can suck my dick i make it hot