Keith Murray, Deja Vu, Canibus - Some Shit lyrics
[Keith Murray, Deja Vu, Canibus - Some Shit lyrics]
"Yo, this shit right here, is some shit
Some serious shit"
Yo, the fact that I'm down wit
Def Squad's hard to determine
Till you see me hoppin out
The Coupe wit E Sermon
Or hoppin out the Keith Murray Suburban
Or hoppin out the Lex Land wit Redman
Wildin and cursin
My thought process is mysterious
Like the Lochness
My furious mindset is complex
Killin shit like a carniverous
Millitant prehistoric monster
Comin to stomp all over
You Hip-Hop conference
Landed in an Unidentified Flying Object
Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous
Acidest arsonist
Burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting like after haircuts when
The alcohol is applied to the raw skin
So whoever wanna battle get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered
Shitted on like Pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the back twist
I stuck my dick in everything from
Asshole to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day
Then changed my sperm DNA
Now she got nobody to blame
I been spittin raw
What the fuck you think I'm livin for
Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison tour
For wannabe hard niggas, insecure niggas
Wit they heads to big for
They neck to support niggas
Three in the Squad plus me equal four members
An extra addition for any
Special force mission man listen
Ain't these niggas on some shit
Keith Murray, Canibus ain't no stoppin it uhh
Let me draw a brief
Description of what happened
I was rappin, niggas got the scrappin
Guns got the clappin
Three-fifty-seven degrees I was separated
Have bullets deflected metal
Bodies decapitated
GUSH! a nigga got struck as I look
I caught the next guy runnin
By wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH)
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch fainted cuz she seen
I enjoyed the taste
The case is that I split your melon
And feed it to the jigga
Boos wit fried chicken wings
I'm wildin for Long Island
I turned and took Charles Ferguson
And open fire on any trains now
You may never know who's in your shadow
You punk ass niggas just best stay shallow
And hollow, if you wanna live to see tomorrow
Cuz ain't no sun comin out tomorrow
Yo, I might do something y'all
Niggas might regret like
Blast you in your face
And disregard your vest
I'm pissin and dissin off of
Recognition and niggas to listen
Just to let you pussies know how I'm livin
Cuz I Return like the Jedi, wit my dead eye
Leave niggas to die
Peace to niggas up in Bed-Stuy oh ah
This that type of shit that make
Them niggas wanna wet it
Word up, got me ready to set it
Seems I steps wit aggression
To any bitch who think they
Nice in this profession
What? what you think your wrecking?
I break your stlye down to little fragments
The pain is permanent
So spare yourself the embarassment
Buck-fifty 'cross the face
Followed by knife wounds to the chest
For you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you bitches flows
Is based around clothes
But Deja Vu got something
For you stankin hoes
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish
Ideas of bringin beef
Before the thought even finishes
I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head
'For I wild the fuck OUT
Like the Grateful Dead HA
This wild style must run in my genes
Because my sister's in the county
And my brother just came home from Green
I strike like the black widow
Through the underground radio
Kitto? and still stack dirty ditto
Some serious shit"
Yo, the fact that I'm down wit
Def Squad's hard to determine
Till you see me hoppin out
The Coupe wit E Sermon
Or hoppin out the Keith Murray Suburban
Or hoppin out the Lex Land wit Redman
Wildin and cursin
My thought process is mysterious
Like the Lochness
My furious mindset is complex
Killin shit like a carniverous
Millitant prehistoric monster
Comin to stomp all over
You Hip-Hop conference
Landed in an Unidentified Flying Object
Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous
Acidest arsonist
Burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting like after haircuts when
The alcohol is applied to the raw skin
So whoever wanna battle get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered
Shitted on like Pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the back twist
I stuck my dick in everything from
Asshole to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day
Then changed my sperm DNA
Now she got nobody to blame
I been spittin raw
What the fuck you think I'm livin for
Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison tour
For wannabe hard niggas, insecure niggas
Wit they heads to big for
They neck to support niggas
Three in the Squad plus me equal four members
An extra addition for any
Special force mission man listen
Ain't these niggas on some shit
Keith Murray, Canibus ain't no stoppin it uhh
Let me draw a brief
Description of what happened
I was rappin, niggas got the scrappin
Guns got the clappin
Three-fifty-seven degrees I was separated
Have bullets deflected metal
Bodies decapitated
GUSH! a nigga got struck as I look
I caught the next guy runnin
By wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH)
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch fainted cuz she seen
I enjoyed the taste
The case is that I split your melon
And feed it to the jigga
Boos wit fried chicken wings
I'm wildin for Long Island
I turned and took Charles Ferguson
And open fire on any trains now
You may never know who's in your shadow
You punk ass niggas just best stay shallow
And hollow, if you wanna live to see tomorrow
Cuz ain't no sun comin out tomorrow
Yo, I might do something y'all
Niggas might regret like
Blast you in your face
And disregard your vest
I'm pissin and dissin off of
Recognition and niggas to listen
Just to let you pussies know how I'm livin
Cuz I Return like the Jedi, wit my dead eye
Leave niggas to die
Peace to niggas up in Bed-Stuy oh ah
This that type of shit that make
Them niggas wanna wet it
Word up, got me ready to set it
Seems I steps wit aggression
To any bitch who think they
Nice in this profession
What? what you think your wrecking?
I break your stlye down to little fragments
The pain is permanent
So spare yourself the embarassment
Buck-fifty 'cross the face
Followed by knife wounds to the chest
For you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you bitches flows
Is based around clothes
But Deja Vu got something
For you stankin hoes
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish
Ideas of bringin beef
Before the thought even finishes
I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head
'For I wild the fuck OUT
Like the Grateful Dead HA
This wild style must run in my genes
Because my sister's in the county
And my brother just came home from Green
I strike like the black widow
Through the underground radio
Kitto? and still stack dirty ditto